Upon hearing this, Yang Mu'an's eyes suddenly brightened: "Really?! Uncle, I saw my mother's back on the street when I was out of school yesterday, but An An was sure that it must be my mother. Uncle, hurry up
Call mom and ask her to go to the Maldives with us tomorrow."
"..." At that moment, he admired Fan Fan's incomparably handsome face, which was livid and gloomy. At the same time, he suddenly realized: he had fallen into the trap of this brat.
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It's night, eleven o'clock in the evening.
Xishangyuan.
On the fourth floor, the large and luxurious master bedroom was lit only by a dim wall lamp, making the whole room suffocatingly dark.
Yang Mufan was wearing a majestic black bathrobe, standing by the window, silently looking at the deep and distant night outside the window, holding a cigarette between his beautiful and plain slender fingers, inhaling and exhaling slowly, one puff at a time, and he
The black eyes filled with endless charm, set off by the white smoke, became even more profound and terrifying, as cold as if there was no warmth at all.
After Wen Xiaorou helped him pack his luggage, he came out of the cloakroom and saw a man standing in front of the window, motionless, like a statue.
The floor-to-ceiling windows were unusually wide. From her point of view, they looked like a black curtain without any color. Admiring Fan's tall and cold figure, placed in it, looked like Satan from hell immersed in darkness.
It's so handsome that it makes people's hearts beat, but at the same time, it's also so dark that it makes people's hearts tremble.
Wen Xiaorou had to admit that she admired Fan Fan, an extremely handsome man whose every move revealed the aura of a king that bewitched all women.
Just the simple act of smoking made her starved of oxygen, as if she was about to suffocate.
In thirty years of living, Wen Xiaorou has never seen a man who smokes and looks better than Yang Mufan.
Just like a poisonous poppy, you are fascinated by it and become addicted.
"It's very late, why don't you rest yet?!" Wen Xiaorou walked over and wanted to intercept the cigarette in his hand. At least, in front of her and the children, Yang Mufan had not smoked for a long time.
Back then in Europe, he smoked and drank too much, which damaged his lungs.
After a long period of recovery, he stopped coughing.
However, before her hand could touch her, it was already avoided by Yang Mufan.
"You should go back to your room and rest first. You will go to the airport early tomorrow morning," Yang Mufan said.
Originally, Wen Xiaorou wanted to say something, but in the end, she didn't say anything. She just nodded obediently, warned him, and silently exited the room.
For a long time after Wen Xiaorou left, admire Fanji remained in the same posture.
When the tenth cigarette burned to the end, Yang Mufan made up his mind, turned around, picked up his cell phone, and dialed a phone number.
After waiting patiently for several seconds, the moment the call was connected, without allowing the other party to speak, Yang Mufan said directly: "The day after tomorrow, I hope you can attend An An's birthday party at the Royal Hotel in the Maldives."
After finishing speaking, there was silence on the other end of the phone, dead silence.
This made Yang Mufan frown. Just when he was about to ask Mu Wanqing if she was listening, a lazy and hoarse male voice came from the phone: "Mr. Yang, please call my wife at this time.
Phone call, do you think... okay?! Even if I have something important to tell you, I would like to inform you during the day. It is really unethical to disturb others' rest in the middle of the night."
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