... He turned around slightly and leaned lazily against the glass window. Then, with a hoarse voice, he sarcastically said, "Tang Moyu, I finally understand how charming and tender Mu Wanqing is.
, I’m afraid you won’t be able to understand it until you die. Then, don’t be brave. If you don’t want to die, hand the phone to Mu Wanqing..."
Tang Moyu is not a fool. He can definitely understand clearly how vicious these words of Yang Mufan are.
It means: He, Tang Moyu, can't understand it, but can he, who admires Fan, understand it?!
Tang Moyu wanted to say something more, but Mu Wanqing had already snatched the phone away.
The moment she saw the phone number on the phone screen clearly, Mu Wanqing was startled at first, then her eyes became very dark...
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The next day, early in the morning.
When setting off for the airport, Yang Mu An couldn't get into the car. No matter how much everyone tried to persuade and coax him, he just wouldn't get on.
In the end, there was no other way. Yang Mufan could only say: "Get in the car first, and then I will ask you to call your mother."
Yang Mu'an was naturally not stupid. He was afraid that Yang Mufan would deceive him, so he bargained: "Call first, then get in the car."
The displeasure between Yang Mufan's brows was obvious.
His eyebrows were slightly furrowed, and he looked away from the cold black eyes, squinting at the little one standing far away, and said in a mysterious voice: "Yang Mu'an, don't push yourself too far. If you really don't want to go, then the party will be cancelled."
With that said, Yang Mufan was about to get out of the car.
Counting the days, Yang Muan has not seen Mu Wanqing for a long, long time.
Although he was young, he would not miss this opportunity easily, so... the next second, he ran towards the car where Yang Mufan was sitting. The moment he slipped in, he spread his little hands:
"Uncle, cell phone."
Yang Mufan lowered his eyes condescendingly and stared at his son, extremely unhappy. Even though he was reluctant, he still took out his cell phone to Yang Muan.
At that moment, Yang Mufan always felt that he still needed to save a hand for this brat.
Otherwise: when this little white-eyed wolf grows up and bites him, he probably won’t even know how he died.
When she got the phone, Yang Mu'an couldn't wait to input a string of numbers with great skill, then put the phone tightly to her ear and waited patiently to be connected.
And on the other side of the phone.
Mu Wanqing was on her way to the hospital.
When she was at work yesterday, the elevator broke down and she had to take the emergency passage.
Unexpectedly, she accidentally missed the step and rolled down the stairs.
Fortunately, it's just a sprained foot, nothing serious.
Looking at the flashing numbers on the screen, Mu Wanqing felt extremely complicated, and at the same time, her mental activity was extremely active.
She kept secretly guessing the purpose of Yang Mufan calling her. Could it be to inform her that she didn't need to attend her son's birthday party?
Tang Moyu, who was driving, saw that Mu Wanqing's whole face was wrinkled. He hesitated for a moment and then said: "Let's take it."
Mu Wanqing took a deep breath and then anxiously answered the phone.
After she cautiously said "Hello", the voice of Yang Mu An, who was excited and choked with excitement, immediately came from the other end of the phone: "Mom, I am An An..."