Wen Xiaorou turned around eagerly and saw that Yang Muan was already like a rabbit, running towards the dense crowd in the distance, and finally fell into the arms of a person...
The "Mom" from Mu An was clear and loud, full of surprise and excitement, causing all the guests present to turn their heads and watch.
It can be said that for a while, Mu Wanqing and Yang Muan became the center of attention.
Everyone was stunned and kept the same posture, looking motionless at Yang Muan who was clinging to Mu Wanqing like an octopus.
It seems that no human brain can react in such a short time.
the reason is simple.
From the beginning of the dinner party, Yang Mufan and Wen Xiaorou appeared together holding Yang Muan.
Although Yang Mufan didn't specifically emphasize or declare it, as long as they were not blind and saw the previous scene, they would involuntarily think that Wen Xiaorou was Yang Muan's mother.
Who knew that a 180-degree reversal would take place on the scene.
What frightened them even more was that there was a man beside Mu Fan's son's mother, who was holding her waist affectionately.
What the hell is this?!
"Mom, An An thought you wouldn't come." Yang Mu'an hugged Mu Wanqing's neck tightly, and placed her little head on Mu Wanqing's shoulder and neck obediently, with endless attachment.
It had been a long time since she had felt Yang Mu'an's real body temperature and touch in such a real way. At that moment, Mu Wanqing was so uncontrollable that her eyes almost turned red.
Her voice was choked up: "How is it possible? How could mom not come to An An's birthday party?!"
Especially this was the first birthday party his father personally organized for him.
To this day, she still remembers that on Yang Mu'an's second birthday, she took him to a restaurant for dinner. He looked at the children next door. There were fathers, mothers, grandfathers, grandmas and many other people celebrating his birthday. Yang Mu'an had no intention of asking at that time.
He said to her: "Mom, why is it only you and your sister on An An's birthday?"
To this day, every time she thinks of that sentence, Mu Wanqing feels pain in her heart.
And today, it was finally not just her and Mu Xiaoni.
Wen Xiaorou stood stiffly in the crowd, the corners of her mouth still keeping the right curve. The originally gentle and dignified beautiful smile became extremely stiff at this moment.
She just stood there, looking at the mother and son who were hugging each other tightly with endless hatred and jealousy in her eyes.
In a spacious living room with luxurious decoration, a straight man in a black suit was standing respectfully in front of an LED that was the same size as the wall.
On the LED screen, a man was sitting lazily on the sofa, drinking red wine elegantly.
The man in the suit nodded and said respectfully to the man on the screen: "Yejue, everything is ready. As soon as they get on the boat, all of them will be killed without leaving their bodies intact."