892. Chapter 892 I want my uncle to hug me to sleep
He has always firmly believed that Yang Muan inherited his intelligence from him, but it was only at this moment that he deeply discovered that Mu Wanqing's IQ was inherited from Mu Wanqing. Oh!!!! It's incredible!
The medicine can save me!!!!!! Can he not want such a stupid son? Can he turn his back and admit it?! It’s so embarrassing!!!!!!╰_╯
After letting Yang Muan hunch on the ground like a caterpillar for a long time, Yang Mufan finally got impatient and stood up from the floor angrily. Then he walked up to Yang Muan with his long legs, kicked him, and then
He asked in a bad tone: "You brat, you sneakily brought me to your mommy's room. What do you want to do?! Don't wait and get to the point quickly. If you try to imitate the caterpillar again, I'll kick you."
If you crush him, that's all you can do."
Yang Muan lay on the ground, raising his head as hard as he could to look at his uncle.
After being stunned for a long time, he finally came to his senses and climbed to the bedside table. While opening the cabinet, he whispered: "Uncle, An An wants to show you something..."
Yang Muan fumbled in the cabinet for a long time before taking out something from inside.
Mu Wanqing came out of the bathroom after taking a shower. When she passed the hall, she found that Yang Mu'an's room was ajar and the lights were on inside.
She wiped her wet hair with a towel, her slender eyebrows frowned tightly and deeply, and she was confused: It's so late and you haven't slept yet?!
When taking a bath, didn't she tell Yang Mu'an to close her eyes and sleep?!
What happened to Yang Mufan? How could he indulge his son like this?
Don’t you know that the surgery is coming soon and you must rest and take good care of your body?!
She walked toward the bedroom angrily.
However, when the door was opened, the room was empty, and there was no father and son at all.
Mu Wanqing was stunned at first, wondering where they had gone.
She quickly searched for the two of them in the rental house, with panic and fear that she didn't even notice.
It wasn't until she saw Yang Mufan and Yang Muan facing each other in her room, sitting silently on the floor, that her pounding heart finally calmed down a little.
Originally, she thought that Yang Mufan took her son away while she was taking a shower.
But after a brief moment of relief, the moment she saw what was placed between the father and son, Mu Wanqing's heart, which had finally fallen, became high again.
She felt like her breathing was about to stop.
I admire Fan's broad and thick hands, which are pressing on the family portrait fingerprint.
The largest handprint, neither too big nor too small, fit perfectly with his well-jointed and beautiful hand.
Yang Mufan said nothing, but silently put his hand on the fingerprint, while Yang Muan obediently sat opposite him and watched.
The dim orange light in the room spilled from the corner of the wall, and Mu Wanqing felt as if the whole world had stopped, encircled in a beautiful and dreamy oil painting, and frozen forever.
She thinks too much, and time freezes; she thinks too much, and happiness stagnates.
Growing up, Mu Wanqing had only one distant but humble dream: she never expected that man to change anything because of her, she only hoped that she could occupy a place in his world, even if she could only stand in a dark corner and be safe.
In the dead of night, everyone is quiet, everything is silent, and the autumn wind whistles.
The hazy half-round silver moon hangs lonely in the endless dark sky like an ink pool.
Wen Xiaorou was like a sculpture, standing there motionless.
The cold wind blew into her neck.
The driver was really too worried and looked sad. He stepped forward for the fifth time and asked: "Ms. Wen, it's very late. I'll take you back to the hospital first, okay?! It's getting cold now and the air is very cold. You're standing here, nothing will happen."
What should I do if I get sick?!"
If Yang Mufan finds out, he is still dead?!
No matter how hard the driver tried to persuade her, Wen Xiaorou still stood there motionless, numbly dialing Yang Mufan's cell phone over and over again.
Perhaps because of standing in the cold wind for a long time, the originally red lips were dried and cracked by the cold wind.
He told her that he would go back to the company to process documents in the evening.
But it's already twelve o'clock at night, why hasn't he come back yet?
Before, she called Xishangyuan, and it was De's wife who answered the call. She asked De's wife if Yang Mufan and Mu Wanqing were back.
Sister-in-law De said: No.
If they didn’t return to Xishangyuan, where would they go?!
Where would Yang Mufan take their mother and son?!
What does it mean to disappear silently like this and not answer her calls?!
When Wen Xiaorou called Yang Mufan like crazy, he was holding the sleepy Yang Mufan and lying on the narrow and small children's bed.
One hand patted his back very rhythmically, and the other hand held a copper product with three palm prints on it, and kept looking at it.
His eyes wandered back and forth on the handprint that was only as big as his thumb.
Mu Wanqing dried her hair and put on very conservative pajamas. When she appeared in Yang Muan's room, she saw that Yang Muan was about to fall asleep. She walked over lightly, trying to pull Yang Muan out of Yang Mufan's arms.
Take it out.
But as soon as she moved, Yang Muan woke up slightly and started to moan and cry.
Mu Wanqing educated: "An'an, it's 12:25 now. Mom will take you to bed, okay?! Let your uncle rest. He has to go to work in the company tomorrow."
"No!!!!!!" Yang Mu'an was woken up, and the young master's temper got worse, and he immediately turned away and expressed displeasure.
He turned his little face away and leaned into Yang Mufan's arms. At the same time, he said quietly and inarticulately: "I want my uncle to hold me to sleep. I don't want to sleep next to my mother tonight."
"..." Mu Wanqing was furious and wanted to slap his little butt regardless of anything. She didn't want to sleep next to her mother?! What did you mean?! Did she dislike her?!
Now that we have a father, we don’t need her as a mother?!
He is indeed a little white-eyed wolf.
When Yang Mufan heard his son about to cry, he instinctively patted his little back to coax him to sleep, and then said to Mu Wanqing, "Let him sleep next to me."
Mu Wanqing sat on Mu Xiaoni's little bed, angrily glaring at Yang Mu'an, who had his back turned to her.
After coaxing Yang Mufan for an unknown amount of time, Yang Muan finally fell asleep snoring.
Mu Wanqing wanted to hug him again. After all, there were two beds in this room. In order to make more space for other things, she made the bed as small as possible. She admired ordinary people who are tall and tall, with a net height of 190cm.
It was so weird to be lying on an extremely small child's bed - half of the legs were exposed.
She wanted to let Yang Mufan sleep in her room. Although it was also a single bed, it was larger than the beds Yang Muan and Mu Xiaoni had.
But Yang Mufan said: "No, just let An An sleep next to me. If I wake him up, he will lose his temper again."
Mu Wanqing frowned and stared at Yang Mufan for a long time before finally nodding.
When she got up to go to bed, Yang Mufan suddenly asked in a low voice: "When my son was just born, were his hands really only this small?! He was so small..."
