"..." Mu Wanqing was completely speechless at this time. She hugged her son and was silent for a while before speaking, "An'an, liking you and liking uncle are two different things. To my mother, you are
, is a treasure given to mother by God; and uncle, he is a rib God took away from mother’s body.”
Perhaps, this metaphor is unrealistic.
However, admiring Mu Fan is indeed like this to her: every time she thinks of him, she feels a dull pain in her missing parts.
The late autumn night is really extraordinarily quiet and quiet.
Except for the rustling sound of the wind passing through the treetops, there is nothing else.
When Mu Wanqing was feeling a little sad, Yang Mu'an suddenly came to her senses again. He said, "Shhh~ Mom, please keep your voice down. If your uncle hears you, he will know that you compared him to a dog's favorite bone."
You will definitely be angry, and An'an won't be able to protect you by then."
"..." Mu Wanqing was immediately shocked by her son's words.
However, after being stunned and stiff for a short time, she felt that her son was really adorable.
While she was amused, she laughed loudly, and lowered her head to kiss her son: "An'an, don't be so cute, okay?! You are going to make mom happy to death."
Yang Mu'an obviously didn't understand what he said to make his mother so happy, he just stared at her with a pair of innocent and blank eyes.
Mu Wanqing laughed for who knows how long. Finally, she returned to the topic and said seriously: "An'an, can you promise mommy? My uncle will come back later. Stop calling me uncle and call me daddy, okay?!"
From the back door of Xishang Courtyard to the main entrance, Yang Mufan walked very quickly. It usually took him half an hour, but today it only took him ten minutes.
Not long after he entered the garden, he heard Yang Mu'an's excited and excited shouts, "Uncle?! Uncle...Uncle..."
Before Yang Mufan could recover, he saw Yang Muan, who was wearing pajamas, flying toward him.
Obviously, the street lights were so dim and the moonlight was so desolate, but Yang Mufan saw that his son's eyes were extremely bright, bright and shining.
The moment Yang Mu'an hugged his leg tightly, Yang Mufan didn't know why, but his whole body was trembling faintly.
Wearing a thin shirt, he looked condescendingly at his son who was hugging his thighs tightly, raising his little head high and looking at his son with an unusually bright and bright smile.
Yang Mufan looked straight at his son. After a while, he squatted down, picked him up, and asked in a low voice: "It's so late, why haven't you gone to bed yet?! Didn't I tell you to go to bed early and get up early to take good care of your body?
?!"
Yang Muan replied: "Because An An is waiting for her uncle, and An An wants to sleep with her uncle."
Yang Mufan didn't say anything more, and carried Yang Muan to the villa.
Mu Wanqing was standing next to the swing, holding a blanket, and was surprised to see Yang Mufan coming back on foot, without driving, and wearing only a shirt.
She was stunned, then quickly stepped forward, put the blanket on his body, and then wrapped her son in it. She frowned and asked: "Why are you not wearing a coat?! How are you walking back?! Where is the car?! Yes
