933. Chapter 933 An An is innocent, don't beat him
Nan Juefeng sighed on the other end of the phone: "Hey, people without sons are miserable. They can't even find a reason not to work overtime on weekends. The point is: the money is not yours. Second brother, tell me, do you want me?"
Find a woman immediately and give birth to a son?!"
Yang Mufan was too lazy to talk nonsense with him. He went downstairs with his cell phone and whispered: "If you want to have a son, just go ahead and give birth to a son. There are so many women, any one is fine. Don't keep barking in my ear every day. Of course."
, I remind you for the last time, don’t be jealous of my son. If you dare to play with my son again, I will kill you in a matter of minutes. I won’t blink an eyelid, so you can do it yourself."
After finishing speaking, without hesitation, Yang Mufan directly turned off the phone.
Going down to the first floor and passing through the luxuriously decorated hall, he immediately saw Mu Wanqing holding two small coats, standing stiffly at the door, motionless.
He frowned and walked over, asking with some confusion and displeasure: "Mu Wanqing, if you don't get in the car to accompany your son, what are you doing here? Do you want me to invite you..." You get in the car?!
However, before Yang Mufan could finish speaking, the moment he followed Mu Wanqing's dull eyes, he suddenly became stiff.
Yang Mu'an, who was wearing a handsome little suit, was lying in the front compartment with his little butt sticking out, and was painting a turtle diligently and seriously.
One painting after another has different shapes and forms.
Perhaps he was so absorbed in painting that he had no idea about the colorful dyes that dyed his snow-white shirt colorfully.
Seeing his parents standing at the door, Yang Mu An was excited. He lay on the car and kept waving to them: "Mom, uncle, come and see the turtle painted by An An. Is it beautiful?! Is it cool?!"
Mu Wanqing was stunned and turned her head to look at Yang Mufan. It was obvious that she did not expect that her son would ruin Yang Mufan's car so much.
Based on her knowledge of luxury cars, this car was just flown back from Europe last week.
I haven't had time to open it yet.
Today is the first time to open it.
He was actually messed up by his son like this.
Based on her understanding of Yang Mufan: Yang Mufan should be able to... kill his son in minutes.
Sure enough, the moment she turned her head, she saw the corners of Yang Mufan's mouth twitching violently.
Seeing Yang Mufan walking out stiffly, Mu Wanqing was so frightened that she was afraid that he would lose his mind due to being stimulated and actually go and beat her son.
Mu Wanqing hurriedly came forward and said urgently: "Mu Fan, don't be angry, okay? My son is too young and impractical. I'll wipe the car clean with a rag right away, okay?! I promise, there won't be any color at all.
Stay with Mu Fan..."
Yang Mufan ignored Mu Wanqing's obstruction and came directly to Yang Muan.,,
Yang Mu'an, who was somewhat confused about the situation, knelt on the carriage and looked at Yang Mufan eagerly.
Sensing the anger rising and spreading in Yang Mufan's eyes, he weakly handed the brush to Yang Mufan and whispered inarticulately: "Uncle, do you want to paint the turtle too..."
Mu Wanqing held her breath and looked at Yang Mufan. After she clearly felt a biting cold wind blowing by, she could have gone to fish for her son, but she was a step too slow: she took out the money.
When she realized something, she shouted on the spot: "Mu Fan, An An is innocent, don't beat him..." As a result...
