Knowing that his mother was in a bad mood, Yang Muan jumped up and down to cheer her up. He lay on the bedside, blinking at Mu Wanqing with his cute and charming little peach blossom eyes, and then pouted and said: "Mommy
, grandma will take the house back as soon as she takes it back, it doesn’t matter, when An An grows up a little bit, she will buy a big house for mommy to live in, An An swears!!"
After listening to her son's words, Mu Wanqing felt that her heart became so soft in an instant.
She touched her son's little head, raised the corners of her lips slightly, and asked in a low voice: "How big a house will An An buy for mommy?!"
Yang Mu'an said without hesitation: "It's very, very big."
"How big is it?"
"It's bigger than my uncle's house."
After hearing this, Mu Wanqing couldn't help but want to laugh. It was obvious that her son still didn't understand the market and regarded this villa as Yang Mufan's home.
In fact, this house is just a temporary residence for Yang Mufan.
It's no different from a hotel.
His roots are in G City, and he will eventually return to G City.
The area of Jinxiu City alone is already famous for its grandeur, let alone Mu Garden.
I'm afraid it would be difficult for this little guy to buy a house bigger than Yang Mufan's main house.
Mu Wanqing moved slightly to the bedside, lowered her head to her son's forehead, kissed her gently, and then whispered: "Mom doesn't want to live in a big house, mom just wants to be with An An. Being able to be with An An every day
Staying together makes my mother very satisfied and she is extremely happy and sweet."
The reason why she was unhappy was that once Yang Muan's surgery was successful, she would abide by her agreement and leave.
If the house full of memories of her and Yang Mu'an could no longer be lived in, she really didn't know what she would be like in the future.
After hearing Mu Wanqing's words, Yang Mu'an's beautiful eyes immediately shone brightly and he said, "Then don't be unhappy, mom. Anyway, uncle's house is so big, we can live here comfortably."
Mu Wanqing stared at her son with an extremely serious expression. She was silent for a long time before speaking: "An'an, this is uncle's house, not mother's. Sooner or later, mother will leave here."
As soon as Yang Mu An heard this, his expression dimmed. He asked with great disappointment: "Why did mom leave?! All the children in the kindergarten, their parents live with them, why can't mom and uncle live with An An?"
Together?!"
"..." After hearing her son's rhetorical question, Mu Wanqing was suddenly suffocated, and for a moment she didn't know how to explain it.
After a long time, Mu Wanqing asked her son: "An'an, do you really want your mother and uncle to live together?!"
Yang Mu An nodded, with tears of grievance in his eyes, and said, "Well, An An misses her mother and uncle, and will always be with An An."
Yang Mufan signed the last urgent document and handed it to Tianlang, and then warned: "Ask Qingcheng to go to Central Asia and keep a close eye on the investment projects there. If something goes wrong, withdraw the investment immediately."
Sirius nodded respectfully: "Second brother, I understand, go and inform Brother Zhuo right away."
With that said, Sirius turned around and exited the office.
However, before turning around, Yang Mufan suddenly shouted: "Wait a minute!"
"Second brother, do you have any other instructions?!" Sirius turned back to look at Yang Mufan.
Yang Mufan twisted his handsome eyebrows and sat on the executive chair, looking thoughtful.
The precious fountain pen was flipped flexibly on the fingertips of the almost perfect right hand.
After a long silence, Yang Mufan seemed to have made a huge decision. He leaned over and wrote a row of powerful handwriting on the white paper on the table. He whispered in a pleasant voice: "Go and help me.
One thing, buy the house at the address for me."
After finishing speaking, Yang Mufan handed the white paper with the address to Tianlang.
Sirius took it, glanced at it lightly, and frowned deeply.
He was confused and puzzled to the extreme.
When Yang Mufan decided to return to China and settle in City A, he made a detailed investigation of the overall layout of the property market, land, etc. in City A, and then finally decided on Xishang Yuan as Yang Mufan's destination.
The address on the white paper is the poorest city gate in City A. Although there is a relatively convenient transportation hub there, this place is really not worthy of Yang Mufan's noble status.
Why is he buying a house in a ghetto?!
However, doubts remain doubts. When he was a subordinate, he never dared to ask the reasons for the things he decided to do, so he just nodded respectfully: "Second brother, I'll do it right away."
Not long after Sirius left, Yang Mufan got up, took his coat and car keys, took the VIP elevator, went straight to the underground parking lot, and then drove a high-end black car straight to the hospital.
When Yang Mufan went to the VIP ward, Wen Xiaorou was coaxing Yang Mu Sheng to take medicine.
He stood at the door for a long time before walking in.
Hearing footsteps at the door, Wen Xiaorou turned to look at Mu Sheng.
"Daddy!!!!" Yang Mu Sheng shouted emotionally with a long tail tone, with tears in his eyes, "Sheng Sheng doesn't want to take medicine or injections, but Mommy forces Sheng Sheng to take them, Daddy, you
Fix me mommy!!!!”
Yang Mufan glanced at Wen Xiaorou lightly, then walked in with a smile, hugged Yang Mu Sheng naturally, and whispered: "Sheng Sheng is sick or injured, how can you do without taking medicine?! Mommy asked you to get an injection."
The medicine is for your own good."
Yang Mu Sheng looked arrogant and domineering: "But the injection hurts and the medicine is so bitter, I don't want it!!"
Yang Mufan patiently coaxed Yang Mu Sheng, while Wen Xiaorou sat expressionlessly on the chair beside the bed, lowering her eyes and not looking at Yang Mufan.
She sat in silence for a while, then went straight to the bathroom.
On the way to replace the smelly socks that Yang Mu Shengqing had just taken off, Yang Mufan was already standing at the door without knowing it.
He hugged his chest and looked quietly at Wen Xiaorou who was washing socks. After a while, he asked in a low voice: "I called you this morning, why didn't you answer?!"
"..." Wen Xiaorou turned on the soap from the faucet to clean her socks.
Seeing that she was ignoring him, Yang Mufan raised his eyebrows: "Are you angry?!"
"..." Wen Xiaorou still didn't answer, but washed her socks over and over again.
Yang Mufan was silent for a moment, and then explained in a low voice, but when he was talking, he turned to look at Yang Mu Sheng, too guilty to look into Wen Xiaorou's eyes: "You called me so many times last night, is something wrong?! I left my phone in the car.
Yes, I didn’t see it until I got in the car this morning, so... I’m sorry!!”
