"Yeah, yeah, yeah!" Mu Wanqing nodded with great piety. Seeing that Yang Mufan's stern expression showed signs of softening, she quickly flattered her, "He's really handsome. He's so handsome that people and gods are outraged. He's so handsome that even heaven and earth cannot tolerate him.
So handsome... a mess..."
"..." Yang Mufan finally felt a little better. However, after hearing Mu Wanqing's last words, he instantly...
It turned from sunny to cloudy, then to light rain, to heavy rain, and even a blizzard.
His handsome face was gloomy and dark, as if he wanted to eat someone.
"What a mess?! Mu Wanqing, who do you think is a mess?!" He asked coldly with a cold voice.
Mu Wanqing, without even thinking about it, blurted out and replied: "You."
"You are the one who made a mess!! Mu Wanqing, your whole family is a mess." Yang Mufan was completely angry.
Mu Wanqing was yelled at by Yang Mufan again so much that her whole soul was trembling. The moment she came to her senses, she quickly defended herself: "The word 'mess' here is a complimentary term, not a derogatory term."
Yang Mufan sneered: "The mess here is a compliment, not a derogatory one."
"..." Mu Wanqing was about to cry but had no tears left. She looked at him pitifully with a sad face.
When Yang Mufan looked at her, as if she had been greatly wronged, he couldn't help feeling disgusted, and reprimanded: "Don't look at me like that, as if I'm bullying you. Look, are you still looking?!"
Mu Wanqing burst into tears, her little mouth raised high and long, and she muttered in a low voice: "Why do you seem to be bullying me?! You are obviously bullying me... okay."
"Mu Wanqing, what are you mumbling over there?! If you raise your lips and roll your eyes at me again, believe it or not, I will slap you?!"
Ever since she was a child, she would show this expression every time he scolded her. Yang Mufan didn't understand why he became so angry when he saw her showing this look, he was so angry that he wanted to slap her flat.
After hearing Yang Mufan's threatening words, Mu Wanqing's clear black and white eyes immediately burst into tears. Her nose was sore and her eyes stung. She bit her lips tightly, holding back the tears that were about to burst, and stared at
The man with an angry face did not dare to say anything.
When Yang Mufan saw her, he didn't raise his lips or roll his eyes at him, but... she looked pitiful and about to cry, and he immediately became furious:
"Mu Wanqing, tell me: since you were little, in front of me, apart from curling your lips, rolling your eyes, and crying, what else will you do?! Cry, cry, cry, believe it or not, I will kick you
Go into outer space?!"
"It's been twelve years, haven't you figured it out yet? I hate women crying, and I hate women trying to win sympathy with their tears in front of me. In other words: women's tears are not only in front of me, but there are no tears at all.
It only makes me more bored, do you understand?!"
"Don't fucking sit across from me and contaminate my eyeballs. Go get my clothes and dry them."
Yang Mufan called out angrily.
Mu Wanqing was really suffocating in her heart.
However, he still got up obediently and went to get the clothes he had thrown in the corner.
While Mu Wanqing was tidying up, she whispered: "The clothes are too dirty. I'll wash them for you and then dry them for you, okay?!"
Yang Mufan did not reply, but leaned against the wall and closed his eyes again to meditate.
Mu Wanqing silently dug out an old small basin in the cabin, then went out, collected the water from the eaves, soaked her shirt and pants in the cold water, and began to wash them carefully.
