Mu Wanqing was unhappy with Jin Fei's naked personal attack: "Why do I have no IQ?! This matter is my negligence. Why are you scolding Yang Mufan?! He only knew that I came to pick up the child."
Ni, I didn’t know I would pick you up. You’re like a mad dog and you’re like a mad dog. Does your husband know that?!”
Jinfei was greatly stimulated by these words. She raised her trembling hand and pointed at Mu Wanqing, her voice trembling: "Who are you calling a mad dog?!"
"Whoever bites is the one who bites." Mu Wanqing didn't feel guilty at all. She hugged Mu Xiaoni and stuffed her into the passenger seat, then stuffed the suitcase into the trunk and prepared to go around to the driver's seat to drive.
Jinfei saw her movement and rushed forward quickly, trying to take the lead and get there first.
Who knows, but it still can't match Mu Wanqing's speed.
Mu Wanqing leaned on the driver's door and said to Jin Fei with a smile: "My dear, you only have two choices: either make the roof of the car, or take a taxi to the hospital. Of course, don't worry about the ruthlessness of sisters.
I took your luggage away for you, which can be considered as reducing the burden for you. You can take care of it yourself."
With that said, Mu Wanqing opened the car door without politeness and got in.
Of course, as she sat in, she quickly locked the car door.
So no matter how hard Jin Fei pulled the car door, it just wouldn't open.
"Mu Wanqing, I'm not a human being like you. Why should I take a taxi?! Even if I have to take a taxi, it's you who takes the taxi. Get out of the car and I'll drive." Jinfei was about to cry, pouting and kept pulling the car door.
.
Mu Wanqing raised her eyebrows, lowered the car window leisurely, and said with a crooked smile: "Why should I drive Yang Mufan's car for you?!"
"Then why are you driving?! He's not your husband. You're so good at holding a car that's not yours. Aren't you afraid of being struck by lightning?!" Jinfei's mouth was unforgiving.
But Mu Wanqing felt a huge thunder strike above her head.
He is not your husband...
Not your husband...
Not my husband...
Mu Wanqing pursed her lips and stared at her with hatred. She retorted for a long time: "So what if Yang Mufan is not my husband?! After all, I am also the mother of his son. Jinfei, I don't want to waste my time with you. You
Take a taxi back by yourself, I won't even let you sit on the roof of the car."
With that said, Mu Wanqing had already started the engine and was about to leave.
However, Jinfei held the car door tightly: "Mu Wanqing, don't go too far. It's impossible for me to take a taxi back."
"Don't you have a willful husband?! You asked your husband to buy you a luxury car and drive it." After saying these words, Mu Wanqing ignored Jinfei's resistance and drove the sports car with a "swish"
Walk.
Jinfei stepped on her thin and high shoes, staggered after a few steps, and then looked at the sports car that quickly disappeared from the underground parking exit with red eyes, gritted her teeth and said: "Mu Wanqing, remember this for me.
Okay, I will settle this account with you later."
On the other hand, she turned pitiful and muttered with her mouth raised in grievance: "I'm so beautifully dressed and you asked me to take a taxi. Mu Wanqing, you are so cruel..."
Mu Wanqing was in the kitchen, busy in a hurry, preparing lunch. But in the ward, there was such a strange scene: Jinfei and Mu Xiaoni crossed their legs in front of them in a heroic posture.
He got on the short table, then crossed his arms with his chest, and looked at the man sitting opposite him with murderous eyes and hatred, who was reading the information with his legs folded gracefully...