After Mu Wanqing took care of Yang Mu'an and fell asleep, she found that it was too late, so she hurried back to the room to change into a beautiful skirt, grabbed a pair of high heels, and ran downstairs with bare feet. But, just as she ran to a
At the corner of the first floor and the second floor, I heard Mrs. De's respectful but surprised shout from downstairs: "Master, why are you back?!"
Hearing this, Mu Wanqing was shocked in her heart.
I was very suspicious.
Yang Mufan's company has been very busy recently. He never comes back to Xishang Courtyard for no reason at noon. Why today...
Mu Wanqing was just stunned for a moment, then she quickly put on her shoes while holding on to the wall, and then she saw Yang Mufan in a white shirt walking up.
"Mu Fan, why are you back?!" Mu Wanqing asked with a smile.
Compared to Mu Wanqing's enthusiasm, Yang Mufan seemed extremely cold.
His eyes, which were colder than black holes, glanced over Mu Wanqing's body. Immediately, his voice was even colder and without a trace of warmth: "When I return to my home, do I need to report to you or explain?
."
"..." It was just a simple sentence, but it conveyed the unfriendliness vividly. Mu Wanqing immediately did not dare to say a word, and stood at the corner of the corner, looking at Yang Mufan who was full of arrogance.
and alienation walked past her.
Everything was fine yesterday, but today she acted like she owed him eight million.
Mu Wanqing didn't know how long she stood frozen on the stairs. She originally wanted to go downstairs.
However, before she could move away, a cold voice suddenly sounded from above her head: "What, do you have to go out for something?!"
Mu Wanqing raised her head suddenly, and at a glance she saw a man who had changed into a set of simple casual home clothes, leaning on the guardrail, overlooking her.
Mu Wanqing hesitated and explained: "Well... Jinfei asked me to go shopping, so..."
"Since there is nothing important, I will leave it to you to make my son's soup tonight." Yang Mufan ordered in the tone of a superior ordering his subordinates, like an emperor ordering his subordinates.
"But..." Mu Wanqing frowned and wanted to say something more.
Yang Mufan didn't give her a chance to argue, and turned around and left.
Mu Wanqing looked at the empty aisle, feeling so aggrieved that she almost cried...
Mu Wanqing was in a panic in the kitchen, helping Yang Mu arrange supplements, when Mu Wanqing's cell phone suddenly started beeping.
Mu Wanqing took out her mobile phone and looked at the numbers jumping on the screen. Her slender eyebrows could not help but frown deeply and tightly.
After hesitating for a moment, Mu Wanqing finally answered the call.
"cold……"
"What time will you arrive?!"
When Mu Wanqing heard this, she lowered her eyes guiltily: "Han, I may not be able to accompany you to the art exhibition today. Mu Fan suddenly came back and asked me to make a tonic soup for An An."
After a brief silence on the other end of the phone, Wei Zhehan's gentle and pleasant voice came: "It doesn't matter. An An has just had an operation and is very weak. You should stay at home and take good care of him. When you see the art exhibition in the future, there will be more
Chance."
Wei Zhehan's words made Mu Wanqing feel even more guilty and uncomfortable. Sometimes, she would rather he was like Yang Mufan, scolding her when she did something bad...