After listening to Mu Wanqing's explanation, Sister-in-law De nodded and glanced outside at the night where the cold wind was howling in late autumn. Then she sighed with disapproval: "Well, I feel it too. It's indeed very hot outside..."
Mu Wanqing smiled, then put on her slippers and went upstairs. She asked in a low voice: "Sister-in-law De, where is An An?! Have you had dinner?!"
Sister-in-law De hesitated to reply: "Young Master An'an just finished dinner, and now in the room..."
As early as when they were in the restaurant, Mu Wanqing wanted to hug her son and kiss her son hard.
She went to An An's room on the second floor as quickly as possible.
The moment she opened the door, she saw this scene: Yang Muan, wearing overalls, was sitting on his knees in the corner of the room, playing with toys.
The small mouth that is so tall and long that it can hang a dozen beers is sending the same message to everyone: I am not happy, and please stay away from others.
Five meters away from him, a maid stood with a palm-sized face full of a pleasing smile. She shouted in a warm voice: "Young Master, let's take a bath first and then play with toys, okay?! Young Master
It’s already eight-thirty-five now, it’s past the eldest son’s prescribed bathing time, young master…”
Another maid at the door of the bathroom is worried, always paying attention to the temperature of the bath water in the bathtub.
The moment she saw the temperature drop by one degree, she immediately wailed: "No, I have to fill the bath water again."
Yang Mufan knows how to enjoy life very well. Not only does he make his own life exquisite, but the people around him are also successful.
For the bathing alone, he gave Yang Mu'an a certain amount of time, and then a dedicated person set the bath water temperature suitable for Yang Mu'an based on his physical condition. The temperature was accurate to two decimal places.
Mu Wanqing stood at the door and noticed that no matter how much the two maids coaxed Mu An, they were completely ignored by the young master.
Seeing that they were both about to cry, she asked in a low voice: "What's going on?!"
The moment they saw Mu Wanqing, the two maids felt as if they had seen the savior. They looked sad and replied hesitantly: "The young master is unhappy and doesn't want to take a bath..."
Mu Wanqing asked them to go down first. The moment they got permission, the two maids didn't stop for a second. They just rubbed oil on their soles and ran quickly, raising a cloud of dust behind them.
Mu Wanqing was stunned, and then she had to sigh from the bottom of her heart: Human potential cannot be underestimated.
Of course, she could understand why the two maids reacted this way.
If what happened tonight reaches Yang Mufan's ears, he will be fired at worst, or he will die without a complete body at worst.
If it were her, she would probably run faster.
"An'an..." Seeing her son curled up in the corner playing with toys with his little mouth raised, Mu Wanqing walked over, squatted next to him, and asked expectantly, "An'an, can you tell mom that you are using building blocks?"
What are you piling up?! Mom, let’s play with you, okay?!”
However, Yang Mu An didn't even glance at her. With a slumped handsome face, she refused coldly and without courtesy: "No!! An An doesn't want to play with blocks with her mother."
"..." Mu Wanqing choked when she heard this.
At the same time, I was very confused: What happened to this little ancestor tonight? She probably didn’t do anything heinous to make him unhappy, right?!
Mu Wanqing looked at her son hurt for a long time, then raised her lips and asked: "Why?! Why doesn't An An play with blocks with her mother?! An An, do you dislike your mother now that you have an uncle?! An An, you are like this
It's not kind, it's really bad! Mom will be sad, so wronged..."
