918. Chapter 918 In order to make the little prince smile
Yang Mu Sheng, who was standing by, followed by Yang Mu Fan, had long been used to seeing this kind of scene. Seeing Yang Mu An like this, he immediately curled up his mouth and sneered disdainfully: "You useless coward who just loves to cry, haha
Haha~, slug..."
"It's better to go home and cry under the quilt."
"I look down on you!!! Trash!!!!! Yang Mu An, you are a waste!!!!!"
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When Yang Mu'an heard Yang Mu Sheng's words, he immediately curled up his mouth, let go of his throat and cried "wow wow". The crystal clear tears of grievance rolled down one by one along his long and curly eyelashes.
Hearing her son cry so sadly, Mu Wanqing felt extremely distressed.
She quickly stepped forward, hugged him into her arms, and comforted in a low voice: "An'an, don't cry anymore. Why are you crying?! An'an, be obedient and stop crying!!! Okay?!"
The more he was comforted, the more sadly Yang Muan cried, and he kept shouting incoherently that he wanted to go home.
Mu Wanqing could only rely on him and said repeatedly: "Mommy will take An An home soon, okay?! Be good An An!!! An An can't cry. Didn't An An say that Mommy can't be worried?!"
Listening to her son's crying voice, Mu Wanqing was so anxious that her tears rolled down uncontrollably.
Yan Mu Sheng was still watching the jokes naughtily, and even laughed louder and happier.
Yang Mufan's handsome face was completely livid, and it was extremely difficult to see.
When the other guests around saw this formation, they didn't dare to come forward and talk to each other, and walked in dejectedly, fearing that they would get burned.
Nan Juefeng and Wei Yutian, who were originally greeting guests in the banquet hall on the first floor, rushed out after hearing the bodyguard's report.
So, ten minutes later, this scene appeared:
Yang Mufan, dressed in black, with a gloomy and cold air sweeping over his body, walked through the crowded hall and hurried upstairs.
There was a long line of people behind him.
Nan Juefeng, the birthday boy, was holding a crying child in his arms. His face was particularly ugly and dark. He walked behind Yang Mufan and quickly went upstairs.
The originally harmonious and joyful banquet hall suddenly felt as if it was swept by a strong cold air, and suddenly turned into an ice cellar with no temperature. It was so cold that everyone's heart palpitated, and everyone present began to
In order to make the little prince laugh out of tears, the three brothers from the Tian family, like monkeys, tried their best.
However, after the joke was told and everyone jumped up and down, Yang Muan still shed tears and huddled in Mu Wanqing's arms aggrievedly, indifferent.
Yang Mufan's face was still dark and gloomy, extremely gloomy.
He was sitting on the sofa diagonally opposite, and his whole body was filled with a breathtaking aura.
However, Yang Mu Sheng, who knew that he had done something wrong, realized that Yang Mu Fan was really angry and had already restrained himself. He did not dare to approach Yang Mu Fan and could only stand pitifully at the door, letting his bodyguard hold him.
Seeing that everyone was making Yang Mu An happy, he was all alone. No matter how unruly he was, he was still a child after all, and his heart was fragile and vulnerable. He felt aggrieved and began to cry, with a cry in his mouth.
She yelled loudly: "Mommy, I want my mommy, wuwu, I want my mommy... Mommy... Shengsheng misses you..."
