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..."
After hearing his son's words, Yang Mufan suddenly fell into a terrible silence.
He was unable to refute, let alone argue.
Because he has experienced this feeling personally, it can be said that he empathizes with it.
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That night, after Wen Xiaorou helped Yang Muan take a bath, she took him back to the room to sleep.
After covering him with the quilt, Wen Xiaorou sat on the edge of the bed and said in a soft and gentle tone: "An'an, close your eyes and go to sleep. It's very late."
Yang Muan nodded obediently, said "Good night, aunt", and quickly closed his eyes.
Wen Xiaorou was very satisfied with Yang Mu'an's well-behaved and sensible manner. She touched his little head and then said "good night", then turned off the lamp and quietly exited the room.
Yang Mu An lay motionless on the bed. After hearing the sound of the door closing and the disappearance of footsteps in the corridor outside, he quickly rolled up from the bed.
Turning on the desk lamp, his small body quickly got under the bed. When he got out again, he held a photo in his hand.
Holding the photo in his arms, he jumped on the bed, then huddled under the quilt and turned off the light.
In the darkness, he held the photo tightly to his chest and fell asleep contentedly and peacefully.
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In spring, the first spring thunder comes very quickly and takes people by surprise.
When Yang Mufan woke up, the huge lightning outside the window made the entire bedroom as bright as day.
The thunder was so shocking that the whole house seemed to be shaking, and the car parked in the yard roared like "Ula~Ula" crazily.
Without hesitation, Yang Mufan got out of bed, casually pulled his nightgown around him, and hurried downstairs with his long legs.
When he went to Yang Mu'an's room, he found that it was quiet inside and there was no crying from Yang Mu'an, so he breathed a sigh of relief.
Turning on the dim wall lamp, Yang Mufan closed the window, then walked to the bed, trying to cover Yang Mufan with a quilt.
However, when he walked to the bedside, he saw his son sleeping peacefully and sweetly, seemingly holding something in his arms. The moment he gently opened his little arm, Yang Mufan saw at a glance: Mu Wanqing was being
He took out the wrinkled photo and placed it quietly on Yang Mu'an's chest...
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Without any warning, Mu Wanqing received a call from Tang Moyu, asking her to go to the "Lianyi" restaurant for dinner alone at seven o'clock in the evening.
Mu Wanqing originally disagreed, and she was not at ease if Mu Xiaoni was left alone at home to eat.
But Mu Xiaoni smiled and encouraged her to go to the restaurant.
Mu Wanqing had no choice but to go to the appointment.
When she arrived at the restaurant, Tang Moyu had already arrived.
As soon as Mu Wanqing walked to the door, a waiter in Italian-style clothes greeted her to go into the restaurant.
The luxuriously decorated Italian restaurant, with bright lights, is so gorgeous.
Mu Wanqing was particularly confused: Why did Tang Moyu invite her to such an expensive restaurant for dinner? Did the family have too much money to spend?!
Just when she was extremely depressed, from a distance, she saw Tang Moyu in formal clothes, standing tall and tall at the dining table in the middle of the lobby, holding a delicate rose in his hand...