Hearing this, Mu Wanqing instinctively turned her head to look at Yang Mufan: that man had already gotten into the luxury car, leaving only an indifferent profile for her.
The aura all over his body is restrained, domineering and cold.
He sat there motionless, without any expression or movement, but Mu Wanqing already knew what he was thinking.
In the past few days, Tianhu and Tianbao came to her room to look at her face whenever they had nothing to do, deliberately looking for trouble.
Let her realize: This time, Yang Mufan and Wen Xiaorou had a fierce quarrel because of her.
Presumably, at this juncture, Yang Mufan didn't want to have any more interactions with her.
So, Mu Wanqing withdrew her gaze and looked at her son again. She smiled and touched his handsome face, and said softly: "An'an, mom still has something to do. Can you go home with your uncle first?! Wait a minute.
When mom goes back, I’ll see you again.”
Immediately, Yang Mu'an's little mouth was raised high, as if it could hang a dozen wine bottles.
Mu Wanqing couldn't help but be amused by his cute appearance. She turned to his face and kissed him: "An'an, mom promises you, okay?! Look, Uncle Tang is not here, and mom has to pick him up."
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After finally coaxing Yang Mu An into the car, Mu Wanqing stood at the door of the hotel, waving to the luxury motorcade that drove away one after another.
She raised the corners of her mouth high, but as the distance lengthened, she smiled and her tears suddenly rolled down her face.
It turns out that no matter how many separations she experiences, she will still feel uncomfortable and heartbroken; she will never learn or adapt to it, so she cannot calmly face separation from the person she loves deeply.
She also doesn’t know whether this life, which is long or short, will wait for someone who will never leave her to watch the scenery alone again...
People who stay at the Royal Hotel are either rich or expensive, and they are picked up and dropped off by private cars whenever they come in or out.
So waiting for a taxi at the door is simply as difficult as going to the sky.
Mu Wanqing looked pitifully at the door for half an hour, but there was still no taxi. In the end, she had no choice but to go to the hotel the day before yesterday and ask the hotel staff to call and book one for her.
It was almost noon when we finally arrived at the airport.
Mu Wanqing hurriedly booked a flight at two o'clock in the afternoon.
She applied for her boarding pass and went to the departure lounge to wait.
But during the interview, she realized that city A in China had been hit by heavy rain for two consecutive days, and many flights had been canceled, and she didn't know if her flight would be able to fly.
Mu Wanqing was a little anxious and impatient. She didn't know if Yang Mufan's flight had left yet?!
If it flies, will something happen?
From noon until six o'clock in the afternoon, the sweet announcer's soothing voice was played repeatedly on the radio from time to time.
Mu Wanqing had not eaten all day and was very hungry. She got up and wanted to find a restaurant to eat.
Taking the elevator and going upstairs, while looking for a restaurant, Mu Wanqing accidentally saw a high-end restaurant that was densely packed with people.
Looking through the impeccably clean glass, Mu Wanqing clearly saw that it was not anyone sitting inside, but Yang Mufan and his party.