Mu Wanqing's sharp nails dug into the hard wall, leaving deep marks one after another: "An'an, Mommy really wants to hug you..."
The black luxury car with perfect and smooth body lines turned around in front of the school, and then roared away in the direction of Xishangyuan.
The moment he turned into the main road, Yang Mufan, who was sitting in the back car, leisurely crossing his strong and straight long legs, looked out the window inadvertently, and unexpectedly saw something hidden on the corner wall covered by a large yellow fruit tree.
A petite and frail figure wearing a white shirt.
That wisp of white just slid along the wall and fell weakly onto the sidewalk.
The speed of the car was so fast that in the blink of an eye, from Yang Mufan's angle, all he could see was his back.
Her long black hair was swaying, and her rickety, thin back was shaking horribly under the golden sunlight from the west.
With just one glance, Yang Mufan was able to accurately identify who that person was: Mu Wanqing.
Regarding this point, Yang Mufan has always been puzzled. He doesn't know why he is so sensitive to Mu Wanqing's figure. He remembers that in his senior year of high school, the only Halloween party he attended, he actually caught the painting at a glance among a group of monsters and monsters.
Mu Wanqing wears ghost makeup.
That day, he grabbed her ears and forcefully pulled her away from the party.
He has been puzzling over this matter from that year until now.
He couldn't understand it at all.
Why was he so hesitant about Mu Wanqing's figure? He could recognize it at a glance and identify it in a second.
The driver, who was driving seriously at first, frowned deeply when he saw the big boss in front of him. He thought that his poor driving skills had made the boss dissatisfied, so he drove more and more cautiously.
Yang Muan, who was sitting in the safety seat next to Yang Mufan, looked at his father, his brows furrowed into knots. At such a young age, he felt very uneasy.
After a long while, he carefully asked: "Uncle, when will my mother come back from her business trip?! An An misses her so much!! I even dreamed last night that she cooked fish soup for me."
Yang Mufan retracted his distant thoughts and looked away slightly from his perfect, chiseled face. As time went by, his eyebrows became more and more like his own son. After a moment of silence, he explained in a low and magnetic voice.
: "Didn't uncle tell you that mom's business trip will take a long time? Mom will come back when An'an recovers."
"But An An, I really miss her." Immediately, Yang Mu An's eyes were filled with tears and turned red.
Yang Mufan raised his hand to brush away the tears from Yang Muan's face. At the same time, he frowned deeply again: "An'an, didn't uncle tell you that boys can't cry easily?! Didn't you swear to become bigger and stronger?
Do you want to protect your mother? How can you protect your mother if you are such a crybaby? Uncle promises you that when your illness is cured, we will go get your mother back, okay?! We can give her a surprise, this way,
Mom no longer needs to worry about your illness, don’t you think?”
Yang Mu An was obviously extremely wronged, but after hearing Yang Mu Fan's words, he pouted his mouth, with tears in his eyes, and nodded fiercely.
After comforting his son for a moment, Yang Mufan asked again: "Aren't you happy that Aunt Wen is taking care of you?! Do you like Aunt Wen?!"
Yang Mu An sniffed, and then said seriously: "I like Aunt Wen. She takes care of An An, and An An is also very happy. However, An An loves her mother more. If her mother can take care of An An, An An will be happier..."
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