982. Chapter 982: Protect your son and take good care of him 2
The moment she heard Yang Mufan's voice, Mu Wanqing tensed up and relaxed all of a sudden. She fell to the ground weakly, her tears falling uncontrollably. She held on to her phone tightly, crying hysterically...
When she was a child, because Mu Zhenwen had a successful career, she was the princess envied by all her classmates in school.
She wears the most fashionable and expensive clothes and shoes, eats the most exquisite and delicious food, and uses the best and highest quality everything.
Everyone said: She is lucky to have such an outstanding father who loves her, dotes on her and loves her.
However, the most real thought in her heart was: She was unfortunate. Unfortunately, she lost her mother at a young age, and God deprived her of the right to maternal love.
However, she felt that the most fortunate thing among her misfortunes was that she met Yang Mufan at the age of nine.
Today, Mu Wanqing has never felt that God cares about her and cares about her so much in her life.
Let her admiration be found again.
Mu Wanqing didn't know why she was crying so embarrassingly. Maybe it was because she couldn't change from great sadness to great joy. She was a little overwhelmed and some couldn't believe it.
When she was out of breath from crying and about to faint, Yang Mufan just stood in the dark forest without a trace of light, holding his mobile phone, quietly listening to Mu Wanqing's cry, silent for a long time.
I don't know how long it took, but he sensitively caught the sound of a bird perched on a tree in the woods not far away. It seemed to be frightened and flew into the air.
In the darkness, eyes shot out with a terrifying light, suddenly full of anger.
He took the mobile phone, retreated to a hidden place, turned to the mobile phone and whispered: "Take care of your son, protect him."
Mu Wanqing heard that there was something wrong with his deliberately lowered voice, it was too rigorous and low, so she also became nervous.
She held her cell phone and asked eagerly: "Mu Fan, are you okay?! Are you injured?!"
Yang Mufan replied: "I'm fine, don't worry. I will take my son to the Fifth Military Training Camp in the north of the city tomorrow to find Li Aoran. He will arrange someone to take care of you. Remember, before I return to City A, I can't do anything casually.
Go out."
Mu Wanqing nodded fiercely with tears rolling down her face. She wanted to say something more and give him a good warning, but she felt as if a fish bone was stuck in her throat and she couldn't make any sound...
After talking to Yang Mufan on the phone, Mu Wanqing followed the instructions and took Yang Muan to the training camp as quickly as possible.
Li Aoran had long known that Yang Mufan had been assassinated in D City, and had secretly dispatched special forces to rescue him.
When he saw Mu Wanqing and her son at the entrance of the training camp, he frowned slightly. Without hesitation, he immediately ordered his confidants to take Mu Wanqing and her son to rest, and also mobilized a large group of soldiers to guard them.
As for Mu Wanqing, although she had a phone call with Yang Mufan and found out that he was fine, she was relieved. However, in the past few days, she was still on tenterhooks, clutching her phone tightly at all times, fearing that Yang Mufan would
Calling again. Every time she saw news reports about another vicious explosion in the forest, she felt her heart clench deeply...
