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..."
Mu Wanqing let out a mournful howl.
In fact, I was smugly fantasizing in my heart: If I were like this, the little bastard would be so scared that he would pee, and then run around to comfort me.
Huh, wait a while and see how she cuts him and tortures him beyond recognition.
Who would have thought that when she was crying and screaming, what was waiting for her was not comfort, but actually...
Young Master An An suddenly raised his head and said seriously: "That's because my mother is stupid. She always collapses the blocks that I finally stacked. An An doesn't want to play with blocks with an idiot..."
"..." Mu Wanqing was dumbfounded, her beautiful eyes were wide and round, as if she didn't believe that her son would say these words to hurt her.
Of course, she had to admit that with her father by her side, Yang Muan became more and more courageous and her brain became smarter and smarter.
Sons like to imitate their fathers.
Yang Muan is definitely no exception.
In just one month, whether it was her illusion or the fact, she always felt that Yang Muan was becoming more and more like Yang Mufan, and that mouth was as vicious as anything.
Mu Wanqing looked at her son pitifully, feeling aggrieved and hurt.
After a while, she raised her little mouth and poked at the blocks that Yang Mu'an had piled up: when he piled one, she would poke one out.
While poking, she pouted and said: "An'an, you actually dislike Mommy, how can you dislike Mommy?! Mommy worked hard and risked her life to give birth to you. You actually scolded me?
Mommy is stupid, mommy is really sad, wuwu~, little bastard, if mommy is stupid, how could she have given birth to such a smart son like you?!"
This is what she said.
Logically speaking, Young Master An An would obey her words, nod and say nice things to coax her.
However……
However, the young master showed no appreciation and said bluntly: "An An is smart because of his uncle's good genes, not because of his mother. If An An looks like her mother, then An An will be doomed in her life."
"...You...you...you you you you...you..." Mu Wanqing looked at her son in shock, her whole body trembling. She was speechless by her son's words, "you" for a long time,
It was hard to squeeze out a sentence, "Who taught you this?!"
Mu Wanqing was so furious that she wanted to turn over the table.
When she found out that someone was encouraging her son to despise her and slandering her so nakedly, she insisted on killing him without mercy.
Compared with Mu Wanqing's furious rage, Yang Mu'an seemed extremely calm. With a look of disdain on his face, he said quietly: "No one taught An An. What An An said is a fact. My mother is stupid, and my mother is a stupid mother."
After hearing the blow and disgust, Mu Wanqing's heart shattered. She walked out crying, sobbing inarticulately: "Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu, stinky An'an, bastard An'an, my mother swears, I will be with you in the future"
I won’t help you wipe your smelly butt after having a bowel movement. I won’t help you take a bath in the future. I won’t sleep with you. I won’t sing to you anymore. Wow~, you supercilious wolf, you actually dislike me. I can’t happily be your mother and son anymore.
