She didn't know how long she slept. The moment she opened her eyes in a daze, she suddenly fell into a pair of deep and blurred black eyes. She frowned her slender eyebrows, and Mu Wanqing found that Yang Mufan had woken up at some point and was looking up.
He looked at her curiously without blinking, and her ears felt faintly warm.
Mu Wanqing was unable to resist Yang Mufan's unfathomable and blatant scorching gaze. She turned sideways and then asked with some embarrassment, "Why are you looking at me?!"
As she spoke, she unconsciously touched the corners of her mouth: She wasn't drooling.
Yang Mufan ignored her question and remained calm and forbearing, staring at her nakedly.
At this moment, Mu Wanqing had a good sleep, and her complexion had recovered a lot. Although there were a few Bondi pictures pressed against her cheeks, her skin was crystal clear, white and rosy under the illumination of the dim wall lamp.
Perhaps it was because the air conditioner was turned on a little too high, but there were tiny beads of sweat on the tip of her nose, flickering under the light.
Yang Mufan had almost forgotten how long it had been since he had looked at her appearance at such a close distance and for a long time.
The last time I saw her sleeping was probably three years ago, the night she peeked at his cell phone.
It was only three years later, but he still felt like it was a lifetime ago.
Yang Mufan remained silent, and Mu Wanqing didn't know what to say in such a situation. At this moment, the only thing she could do was to remain silent.
So much so: The large room was peaceful and quiet, except for the rustling sound of the air conditioner and the howling sound of the cold wind outside the window.
Just when Mu Wanqing thought that she and Yang Mufan would go on in silence like this, Yang Muan, who was awakened by peeing, suddenly shouted out of habit: "Mom, An An needs to pee, mom, mom..."
After hearing this, Mu Wanqing hugged Yang Mu'an with one arm, and then asked in a gentle voice: "Does An An want to pee?! Then mommy, hold An An to pee, okay?!"
With that said, Mu Wanqing had already sat up and planned to carry him to the bathroom.
However, Yang Mufan, who sat up next, took the lead and picked up Yang Muan first: "You can sleep for a while longer, and I will carry An An."
After saying this, without allowing Mu Wanqing to agree, Yang Mufan already carried Yang Muan and walked directly to the bathroom.
Mu Wanqing quietly leaned on the bedside, watching the father and son enter the bathroom. Within half a minute, the sound of peeing came from inside, accompanied by Mu An's childish and cute plea: "Uncle, don't you pee?
?!You pee with An An, okay? Hey, uncle, look, An An’s pee flew up so high, ︿(￣︶￣)︿..."
Yang Mufan actually cooked himself and made an extremely sumptuous Chinese dinner.
While Yang Mufan was busy in the kitchen, Mu Wanqing and Yang Muan were sitting neatly at the dining table, looking longingly at the kitchen door. Their obedient looks were like children waiting for the teacher to hand out candies.
The kitchen door is ajar.
Through the crack in the door, Mu Wanqing could clearly see Yang Mufan's tall and stern figure, shuttling in the long and narrow kitchen. Unlike other people who entered the kitchen and were busy taking care of several pots at the same time, Yang Mufan not only did not panic,
On the contrary, everything is in order...
Ps: This chapter was originally written long ago, but unexpectedly, Feifei's computer suddenly shut down automatically, and all the manuscripts she wrote were lost, which made Feifei's heart ache. The feeling of rewriting is really terrible, please touch me.~
