Under the abuse of everyone's scorching eyes, Yang Mufan was not afraid at all. He stood up from the sofa gracefully and calmly, put his hands in his trouser pockets, and turned slightly sideways to look at the group of men who were angrily gouging him. He was very sycophantic.
He raised his lips and sneered coldly: "You idiots, are there any of you who can give birth to a son who is comparable to my son?! Stop dreaming!!!! Lowering my son's grade!!!! I won't
After chatting with you, go home and play with your son!!!"
After saying that, Yang Mufan whistled happily and left gracefully, amidst the sounds of everyone grinding their teeth in hatred.
The moment the thick wooden door was closed, Nan Juefeng was the first to grit his teeth angrily: "What are you pulling?! I just gave birth to a son. What's there to be proud of?! What's so great? I really thought I was born."
Your son is invincible in the world?! I’m going to fuck you!!!! If I give birth to a son in the future, I will step on your son’s soles and twist him into dust in no time!!!”
"That's right!!! Don't you have a son?! Show off in front of us every day and act like we can't have one. It's just a son. It's just that we don't want to have one. If we want to have one, we will kill you in minutes."
My son was crushed to death!!!" Wei Yutian jumped out for the second time, "The son I will give birth to in the future will definitely be smarter and stronger than yours!
I admire Fan who drove all the way back to Xishangyuan.
When I went to Yang Mu'an's room, it was already half past twelve.
The children's room, with a navy style as its main style, is lit with a dim orange light, adding a touch of warmth to the cool blue.
Yang Mufan stood by the bed for a long time, staring at the mother and son who were sleeping deeply, hugging each other.
While he was looking at it, Yang Muan suddenly woke up.
Seeing Yang Mufan standing by the bed, he rubbed his sleepy eyes and asked in a low voice: "Uncle, what are you doing standing by my bed?! An An wants to pee!!!"
Saying that, Yang Muan was about to push Mu Wanqing.
But Yang Mufan was one step ahead of him. He bent down and picked up Yang Muan from the bed: "Uncle, I will carry you to pee. Don't wake mommy."
"Uncle, did you just come back?!" Yang Mu An lay on Yang Mu Fan's shoulders and hugged his neck.
"Yeah." Yang Mufan replied.
Yang Mu'an asked again: "Does the company have many contracts to sign?!"
"..." Facing his son's question, Yang Mufan was silent.
When he was hesitant about how to reply to his son, Yang Muan stood on the toilet, shushing and whispering: "Uncle will no longer have time to fly with An An in the future. Mom's plane has never been able to fly high, and there is no An An."
The plane flies high, and An An doesn't want her mother to play with An An on the plane."
"..." Worried that Yang Mu'an would not be able to stand firmly on the toilet, Yang Mufan had already released a hand to support him. After listening to Yang Mu'an's murmur, he was silent for a while and then replied: "An'an, uncle promises you that in the future,
I will spend a lot of time flying with you."
When carrying Yang Mu'an out of the bathroom, Yang Mufan suggested: "Go upstairs and sleep in uncle's room today, okay?!"
But Yang Muan asked without thinking: "What about mom?! Can mom sleep in uncle's room?!"
