944. Chapter 944 Why are you staring at me like this?
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?!”
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Rumble——
Kakaka——
As soon as these words came out, Mu Wanqing felt a thunderbolt strike from the top of her head fiercely, splitting her into pieces that were charred on the outside and tender on the inside.
After a brief moment of anger, she only felt surprised and horrified.
When exactly did Yang Mufan and An An hear her snore together?!
In other words: When had she ever slept with their father and son?!
Seeing Mu Wanqing's confused and stupid look, Yang Mufan's whole handsome face turned very ugly.
He really doesn't like stupid women.
He simply hugged his son and strode upstairs.
After going up a floor, he felt that there was still no movement downstairs. Yang Mufan became really angry. He opened his voice and bared his teeth and shouted: "Mu Wanqing, are you deaf or lame?! I didn't hear what my son said.
What?! Is it possible that you still want me to carry you upstairs?!"
The spacious and luxurious master bedroom on the fourth floor is brightly lit, warm and comfortable.
The sound of running water came from the bathroom, like a crisp bell, playing beautiful music for the quiet night.
Mu Wanqing hugged her drowsy son and leaned against the bed, staring in the direction of the bathroom without blinking, waiting for Yang Mufan to come out of the shower.
At this moment, she had never felt so nervous and uneasy inside, and even her breathing became heavy and unsmooth.
Of course, it cannot be denied. Being rigid is being rigid, and being unable to adapt is being unable to adapt. However, the full sense of happiness in your heart cannot be ignored.
She never expected that Yang Mufan would actually allow her to live in his room and lie on his bed.
Her head was so dizzy that she couldn't turn around. Until now, Mu Wanqing still couldn't accept the reality and felt that she was just dreaming.
Ten minutes later, there was a "clatter" and the thick glass door, covered with a layer of water mist, was pushed open from the inside.
Yang Mufan was wearing a black bathrobe and holding a white towel in his hand, wiping his wet short hair as he walked out.
When Mu Wanqing saw this scene, she immediately sat upright on the big bed.
Her big, watery eyes stared straight at Yang Mufan with a contented look, as if she was waiting for him to nod in agreement again before she dared to sleep comfortably on the bed.
Compared with Mu Wanqing's caution, Yang Mufan didn't have much emotion.
He just glanced at her briefly, then turned his attention to his son who had fallen into a deep sleep mode.
After standing in front of the large floor-to-ceiling windows for a while, he finally couldn't stand Mu Wanqing's too naked probing gaze. Yang Mufan suddenly turned around, cast his sharp and terrifying cold eyes away, and at the same time scolded impatiently:
"Mu Wanqing, why are you staring at me like this when you're not sleeping?! Is it possible that there are flowers blooming on me?!"
