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
Didn’t something happen?!”
The tone was light, but the blame and complaint were clear.
Yang Mufan looked straight at the woman who stood on tiptoes to cover him with a thin blanket. The dim streetlight in the garden slanted from behind, casting an impartial light on the left half of her face.
When she carefully wrapped the blanket for him and her son, her expression was very focused and her movements were very gentle. And her thick, long and curly eyelashes were like butterflies about to flutter against the light, flickering, extremely beautiful and agile.
But Yang Mufan's gaze did not stay long, but stared at her raised little mouth for a long time, which occasionally spat out a few words of resentment.
Mu Wanqing pouted and muttered in a low voice: "Didn't you go to the auction with Sirius and the others today?! Why did you come back alone?! You're not wearing a coat. The weather is so cold, aren't you cold?! Now
It's almost winter, but I'm actually wearing a shirt. It's not summer, it's so hot..."
While complaining, Mu Wanqing wrapped the blanket tightly around them, and then Mu Wanqing was satisfied.
However, when she came back to her senses, she immediately discovered something strange - the way Yang Mufan looked at her naked was really... too weird.
She thought she had said something she shouldn't have said or done something she shouldn't have done, so Mu Wanqing immediately took a few steps back and kept her distance.
Then, he hesitated and wanted to say something, but "you, you, you...I, me, me" couldn't come up with a reason for a long time.
Yang Mufan didn't seem to have any intention of arguing with her, nor did he take off the blanket she was wearing in disgust, and just walked to the villa with his son in his arms.
Mu Wanqing stood there blankly, her mind going blank for a while, as if she couldn't figure out why Yang Mufan didn't lose her temper. Logically speaking, she would be scolded if she put a blanket on him without his permission.
However, without thinking too much, Mu Wanqing hurriedly trotted forward.
When Yang Mufan carried Yang Muan upstairs, he casually and naturally chatted with his son about what happened when he was not at home today.
Yang Mu'an didn't hold anything back and told him everything, even Mu Wanqing went to the toilet a few times without missing a beat.
Mu Wanqing followed them, listening, she felt... extremely depressed.
Sure enough, the two father and son were wearing the same pair of pants.
When they got to the second floor, Mu Wanqing realized that it was very late, so she quickly stepped forward to hug her son: "An'an, mommy will take you to bed. Don't disturb your uncle's rest, okay?! Come here, mommy."
However, Yang Mu An avoided it, and said with a raised mouth: "No, An An has just discussed it with his uncle, and he will sleep next to him at night. Uncle can tell me a lot of Transformers stories, and my mother can't tell, she can only
Talking about Snow White and Cinderella, An An is not a girl and doesn’t like to hear it.”
"..." Mu Wanqing didn't know what to say for a moment, and was speechless. She stared at her son with her big round eyes angrily.
When she was so angry that she wanted to go back to her room to sleep, Yang Muan suddenly said something shocking: "Uncle, would you like to let mom sleep with us?! An An didn't lie to you last time. Mom snored when she fell asleep.
Right?! Tonight, let’s listen to mother snore together again, okay?!”
