Sister-in-law De said that Mu Wanqing didn't know what she was busy with recently, and asked her to take care of Yang Mu'an almost every afternoon. Upon hearing this, Yang Mufan was unhappy and even a little angry. She didn't take good care of her son and concentrated on taking care of him, so she went out every day.
Run?! It’s simply: impatient to live.
Is there anything outside that is more important than my son?!
Even if it is a big deal, there is no way to compare it with his son.
Yang Mufan's originally unattractive face suddenly turned gloomy.
With a livid face, he walked up the stairs on his long legs and full of anger.
The maids who were cleaning the hall felt their souls trembling when they saw it.
Mu Wanqing had just used the key to open the door of the villa and was standing at the entrance to change her slippers when she saw Mrs. De coming over with a serious and alert expression.
As she approached Mu Wanqing, she raised her head and looked at the stairs: "Miss Mu."
Mrs. De pulled her to the corner and shouted in a low voice.
"What's wrong?!" Mu Wanqing was a little curious when she saw her mysterious look.
"..." Sister-in-law De didn't say much, she just gestured upstairs with her eyes, and Mu Wanqing immediately had an epiphany.
So throughout the night, Mu Wanqing hid in the room as much as possible and did not meet Yang Mufan head-on.
The look in Mrs. De's eyes obviously told her: The young master is in danger, please don't come near him.
When Mu Wanqing put Yang Mu'an to sleep, she first told him a story and then chatted with him casually.
She asked: "An An, why are you still calling him uncle?! When are you going to call him dad?!"
Yang Mu'an was as cute as a docile cat, huddled in Mu Wanqing's arms, unscrupulously enjoying the warmth and softness her mother brought to her.
After listening to Mu Wanqing's question, he cast his shrewd black eyes for a moment, and then said quietly: "In a family, there is a mother, a baby, and then there is a father. But the mother and uncle seem to only want peace and safety and don't want a mother. No.
Mom, there is no dad..."
"..." After hearing this, Mu Wanqing felt that her heart was hard to touch and she was trembling, but in pain.
She turned her face slightly to kiss his forehead, and then apologized in a low voice: "I'm sorry, I'm sorry An'an, it's all my mother's fault..." It's so difficult for you to call me daddy, and the luxury seems to be a luxury.
the next day.
It's three o'clock in the afternoon. The early summer sunshine is bright, shrouding the entire bustling city in a golden light.
The all-black Rolls-Royce looks calm and domineering under the golden sunlight.
In the car, Tian Lang was respectfully handing a contract to Yang Mufan: "Second brother, this is a contract prepared according to your requirements."
Hearing this, Yang Mufan raised his hand to take it, then looked through the contents inside, and asked: "Are you sure there are no loopholes in it?!"
Sirius nodded: "I have checked it several times."
Yang Mufan closed the contract and said quietly: "Remember, if we really can't negotiate for a while, take out this contract."
"I understand." Tianlang solemnly accepted the contract, then took the tablet and reported to Yang Mufan the last week's itinerary. When passing an intersection, there was a red light, and expensive luxury cars were everywhere, slowly.