The moment he turned around, he saw Mu Wanqing standing in the living room. He didn't realize that what he did had deeply hurt her. He just flew towards Mu Wanqing extremely happily and obediently, still sweet and soft.
Call softly: "Mommy, Mommy...hug..."
Mu Wanqing really feels that there is a saying that is right: Those who are close to vermillion are red, and those who are close to ink are black.
At the same time, I also deeply felt that the son of a tortoise can only be a tortoise and will never become a tortoise.
Seeing Yang Mu'an hugging her thigh and rubbing her legs with a look of enjoyment, Mu Wanqing really wanted to slap him and knock him to the ground, unable to pick him up.
She really didn't know whether it was because the essence of Yang Mu'an was the same as that of Yang Mufan, but they had not been developed in the past, but now that the two bastards got together, their true colors were finally revealed, or there was some other reason.
She could never have imagined that her son, who was so cute before, would be so cruel when his mouth turned vicious.
Too cruel.
He is only over two years old now, not even three years old.
When Wen Xiaorou brought Yang Mufan back from the museum in the afternoon, when she passed Mu Wanqing's villa, she asked the driver to stop the car and then got out of the car alone, wanting to see if Yang Mufan had left there.
However, as soon as she entered the garden, she saw Mu Wanqing and Yang Mufan sitting face to face in the restaurant through the large floor-to-ceiling windows.
Yang Mufan was wearing a snow-white shirt and holding a spoon to help her fill the rice.
As for Yang Muan, he was sitting on Mu Wanqing's lap. When Yang Mufan pushed the bowl over, he opened his teeth and claws, trying desperately to grab the spoon and scoop out the rice to feed Mu Wanqing.
From beginning to end, Yang Mufan just sat opposite their mother and son, watching quietly.
Although there was no trace of emotion on Admiration Fan's handsome face, the way he concentrated on watching their mother and son eat proved everything.
At that time, the hazy golden sunset shone unbiasedly through the glass window and enveloped them. Wen Xiaorou felt from the bottom of her heart: They are a family.
Although there are no unnecessary actions or words, such a picture is really beautiful and warm.
Wen Xiaorou couldn't bear to stand it anymore and turned around eagerly to leave. Her hunched shoulders were shaking violently. Her little face with delicate makeup was so pale that no trace of blood could be seen.
She bit her lip tightly, and the hands hanging by her sides were tightened into fists.
…
Yang Muan asked: "Mom, is the lean meat porridge cooked by uncle delicious?!"
Mu Wanqing took a small mouthful, glanced at Yang Mufan from the corner of her eye, and then nodded sheepishly: "It's delicious."
"If it's delicious, then mom, please eat a little more, two more bowls, okay?!" Yang Mu'an warned like a little adult.
However, even though her stomach was about to explode, Mu Wanqing still nodded and said yes. This was the first time in three years that Yang Mufan had cooked for her. The last time he cooked for her, it was the same.
When she was sick and had a fever, he cooked a big pot and kept it warm in her kitchen. That day, he also cooked porridge, and the taste was exactly the same as today...
