"Mu Fan, have you been waiting for a long time?!" As soon as Wen Xiaorou got in, she saw Yang Mufan sitting in the back compartment, his handsome face half-melted in the shadow, his expression a little unpredictable, and she immediately put on a smile.
, asked in a sweet voice. Of course, her eyes were very keen to catch the jewelry box placed next to Yang Mufan.
The light in the underground parking lot was very dark, and there were no lights on inside the car, so it was even darker.
However, the exquisite jewelry box inlaid with diamonds reflects the dazzling light, which is unusually bright and dazzling.
Wen Xiaorou was silent for a moment, and just about to say something, she was not allowed to speak. Yang Mufan had already ordered Tianhu who was driving: "Drive--"
These two simple words, without any emotion or warmth, made everyone in the car feel... creepy.
Tianhu nodded respectfully and said yes, while starting the engine and taking a look at Tianlang who was sitting in the passenger seat and fastening his seat belt.
He asked with his eyes: "What happened?! Second brother, why are you angry?!"
Obviously, the tone just now showed signs of losing his temper.
Sirius looked bewildered.
How did he know why Yang Mufan suddenly lost his temper?!
How can you guess what Yang Mufan is thinking?!
Yang Mufan's thoughts have always been deep and deep, and outsiders have never understood it. Even the brothers who hang out with him every day, as long as he doesn't want anyone to know, everyone will get nothing even if they try to break their heads.
Forty minutes after returning to Xishang Courtyard, Wen Xiaorou realized that Yang Mufan was worried and did not dare to say a word, so she could only sit quietly in the back car.
She had never felt that getting along with Yang Mufan was so difficult and strange.
I have never felt that I and Yang Mufan are so incompatible.
It's like he locked himself in an isolated city, so cold that he wouldn't let anyone get close to him, not even a little bit.
After Mu Wanqing helped her son take a bath, she wanted to coax him to sleep, but Yang Muan couldn't sleep. She puffed her cheeks and looked at her pitifully, and then said weakly: "Mom, An An wants to wait until uncle comes back."
Can you sleep?"
Mu Wanqing looked straight at her son's expectant face and fell silent again and again.
She really had to admit: it was indeed nature, and the blood relationship between father and son could not be replaced or blocked by anyone or anything.
Yang Muan and Yang Mufan have not lived together for a long time, but this little thing has become extremely dependent on Yang Mufan.
This kind of dependence is no weaker than relying on her.
When Yang Muan saw his mother looking at her without saying a word, she thought that she had made her unhappy, so she quickly changed her words and said that she didn't want to wait anymore and wanted to sleep.
Mu Wanqing suddenly reached out and picked him up. She went to get a thick coat to wrap him up, and asked with a warm voice: "Does An An miss uncle? Since An An misses uncle, then
Mom will accompany An An to the garden and wait for her uncle to come back, okay?! But An An has to promise her mother that when uncle comes home, he must be obedient and not naughty. Uncle is very tired from work during the day, so we don't want to be a burden to him, okay?
