Mu Wanqing's whole body was trembling. She saw that when Wen Xiaorou was pushed to the ground just now, the bowl and chopsticks in her hand were smashed to pieces, and her palm happened to be pressed on the fragments. The snow-white carpet was immediately covered with shocking blood...
Mrs. De was in the kitchen preparing dinner. When she heard something moving outside, she stuck her head out to take a look.
It doesn’t matter if you don’t look at it, you will be shocked when you look at it.
Sister-in-law De hurriedly came out of the kitchen, loudly ordering the maid to get the medical kit, and stepped forward to help Wen Xiaorou: "Miss Wen, are you okay?! Let me see if there are any fragments stuck in your hands..."
Yang Mufan went downstairs with a gloomy face and walked to the hall. When he saw the maid hurriedly carrying the medical kit, he immediately yelled in a bad tone: "What medical kit are you bringing?! There is so much blood, you know how to deal with it?"
What?! Why don’t you call the doctor quickly?”
The little maid, who was so young that could only be described as "immature", was immediately frightened by Yang Mufan's sinister expression, and her whole body trembled. Tears welled up in her eyes and were about to flow out.
She took the lead again and again and ran to make a phone call in a panic.
However, when everyone in the Yang family was busy around Wen Xiaorou, she just stood quietly in the corner holding Yang Mu'an...
No one needed to tell her or hint her, everything was already laid out clearly at this moment.
After she left the Xishang Courtyard, but Yang Mufan did not retain her or find her back, everyone in the Yang family was probably already aware of Yang Mufan's decision.
Therefore, everyone in the Yang family, even the most impartial De's wife, began to surround Wen Xiaorou and began to try their best to be nice to Wen Xiaorou.
That's right, how noble and distinguished is the identity of the eldest young lady of the Yang family?! One person is inferior to ten thousand people. Who doesn't want to please, who doesn't want to fawn over?!
Wen Xiaorou casually said something in Yang Mufan's ear, that person: Either he lives in a paradise that others can't even dream of, or he falls into hell and lingers.
Anyone with a little bit of brains would probably know how to choose.
Mu Wanqing bit her lip and watched silently.
Really unable to stand it, she turned her face away and looked at her son.
Yang Mu'an seemed a little frightened, staring straight at the group of people surrounding Wen Xiaorou with her beautiful peach blossom eyes...
Mu Wanqing touched her son's face and found that there was still fish soup stuck to the corner of his mouth. She used her fingers to lick it: "An'an, spit it out."
As she spoke, she wanted to take advantage of the chaos to secretly take her son away.
Originally, she had some confidence that Yan Mufan would favor Yan Mu An...
However, looking at the current situation, she really had no confidence at all.
Wen Xiaorou is right. Yang Mufan may like An An now because An An is his only son. If he and Wen Xiaorou have a second biological son in the future, by then, what will An An mean to him?
?!
Everyone says that whether it is the previous palace or the current wealthy family, the mother is more valuable than the son.
However, who knows, in the final analysis, this can only be true when the mother is loved or favored.
In Mu Wanqing's eyes, there are only two things: Mother is more valuable than son. If a woman is truly loved by a man, he will love their son no matter what. The rest are empty talk and illusions.
