She asked curiously: "Sister De, what happened?! Why are there so many pajamas..."
De Sao Frowned and replied: "Young Master An wants to wear bear pajamas. The eldest Master asked me to buy all the bear pajamas from all major brands in City A, but it didn't have what the young master wants. This is not, I still want it.
Let’s go out and continue to contact major manufacturers to find clothes. Wen Xiaorou, I’ll go and work hard first. It’s too late. If I didn’t buy the pajamas that Young Master An likes, people in our big room would probably suffer…”
As he said that, the little maids who were already following Desao were all looking like they were in trouble.
You know, when Yang Mu An was carrying the last fifty pieces of clothes in, and when Yang Mu An still shook his head and raised his mouth and said that he didn't have the little bear pajamas he wanted to wear, Yang Mu Fan's face was so ugly and gloomy at that time.
If Young Master An hadn't been present, they might have died collectively without a complete body.
Wen Xiaorou nodded and took Sheng Sheng aside to make way for Desao and the maids carrying pajamas.
Up and down, the twenty maids moved them fifteen times before they took all their clothes away.
Wen Xiaorou stared at the truck with her pajamas in her eyes and disappeared into the yard. She held the hand of admiring Sheng. Before she knew it, she became tighter and tighter. She hated her teeth so much that she was about to bite her teeth...
Is it just a pajama?!
Do you need such a big battle?!
I am afraid that others don’t know: Is she admired An and your son?!
Wen Xiaorou first coaxed Sheng Sheng to fall asleep, and saw Yang Mufan still in Yang Muan's room, lying in the small bed telling stories.
Yang Mufan frowned very tightly, and his face was a little bad.
Obviously, I was disliked.
Wen Xiaorou knocked on the door lightly, then walked in and whispered: "Get out of the way, I'll tell An An a story."
Yang Mufan glanced at him lying in his arms, and looked at his Yang Muan with a frustrated look, without any intention of moving.
Wen Xiaorou said: "It's very late, hurry upstairs and take a shower and go to bed. Wouldn't you go to the company early tomorrow?! I'll coax An An to sleep."
Instead, Wen Xiaorou smiled and said to Yangmiaoan: "An An, is it okay for Auntie to tell you stories?! What stories does An An like to listen to?! Auntie can tell a lot of stories!!"
Yang Muan nodded, then quickly rolled out of Yang Mufan's arms.
He was despised again, Yang Mufan had to stand up very reluctantly.
To be honest, he really wanted to beat that brat.
He let go of his identity and told him stories kindly to him to sleep. He would forget that he would not appreciate it, but he was still picky.
After a while, he said: Uncle, your tone is so stiff and there is no emotion.
After a while, he said: Uncle, the story you told is really boring.
I'll say later: Uncle, your story is told so quickly, I can't hear it...
Yang Mengfan was so angry that he wanted to slam the door and leave, but in the end he still held it back. He wanted to see what kind of tune this little thing likes.
...
Early the next morning, Yang Mufan got up at six o'clock and went out for an hour's morning jog. When he came back with sweat, Wen Xiaorou took Sheng Sheng downstairs to have breakfast.
Wen Xiaorou was about to take a towel and ask Yang Mufan to have breakfast first, and then go upstairs to take a shower.
Unexpectedly, she was not allowed to take action. A shocking scream suddenly broke out in the quiet villa: "Ahhhh, it's bad, Mr. De, something happened to Mr. An, suddenly stopped moving, call the doctor quickly
, Desao--"
Before Yang Mufan could react, he saw the maid who was taking care of Yang Muan. He was so scared that he rolled down from the stairwell...