Di Shao snatches a kiss in the middle of the night: arresting his ex-wife

The manager of the restaurant, holding the menu, walked into the VIP box, saw the stern figure sitting in front of the dining table, and shivered immediately: "Mr. Yang, it's getting late, do you want to order first?!"

Walking to Yang Mufan's side, the restaurant manager asked cautiously.

Yang Mufan was very silent, his handsome face was very calm, and there was no trace of emotional ups and downs.

The manager carefully observed every move of Yang Mufan, fearing that he would miss the message he sent and offend the Buddha.

But Yang Mufan did not express his opinion for a long time, which made the manager extremely uneasy.

When he thought that he had entered the private room without permission and disturbed Yang Mufan, when he wanted to leave the private room without a sound, Yang Mufan said suddenly: "What time does it close?!"

"..." The manager was stunned for a moment, and his brain was a little unresponsive. What did Yang Mufan mean by these words? After realizing something, the manager quickly said, "Mr. , not closed, not closed."

Admiring Fan lowered his eyes, and glanced at his watch indifferently: It's already nine forty, and it will be ten o'clock soon.

After a moment of silence, Yang Mufan said in a low voice, "No need. Just close on time."

"Mr. Yang, do you want to order food?!" The manager asked with a smile on his face.

Admire Fan indifferently: "No need."

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"I'm sorry miss, our restaurant is closed." When the waiter came in to urge her for the third time, Mu Wanqing had no choice but to pick up Xiang Muan who was already asleep on the table.

"Welcome to come next time." Mu Wanqing picked up Mu An and walked to the door, where the restaurant staff stood neatly and bowed to see her off.

In City A late at night, the neon lights were shining brightly, but the eye-catching light fell into Mu Wanqing's eyes, but it was so dim and colorless.

Just when he carried Yang Muan into the rear compartment and helped him fasten his seat belt, he suddenly woke up in a daze, rubbing his eyes, and asked vaguely, "Mom, where's uncle?! Is uncle here?!"

As he said that, Yang Mu'an looked around for the figure of Yang Mufan.

Mu Wanqing kept her eyes full of loss and injury, and whispered: "Uncle is too busy, mom will take you home, okay?!"

"Mom, An An is so hungry." Admiring An An said innocently and pitifully.

Only then did Mu Wanqing realize: Yang Mu'an hasn't eaten yet.

While apologizing, he said: "An'an, when you get home, mom will help you cook dinner, okay?! You can eat whatever you want."

It's very late now, and all the good restaurants are closed, and the ones that are not closed are all unhygienic. How dare she take her son to that place now.

"Okay." Yang Muan obediently agreed.

Mu Wanqing lowered her head and kissed his little face, and praised: "An An is so good. Sit down, mom will drive."

"Mom, where's Uncle's cake?!" Mu Wanqing just got into the driver's seat and put on her seat belt when she heard Yang Mu'an's questioning voice from behind.

Mu Wanqing remained silent, with an unexplainable emotion surging in her heart, sore and sore.No matter how busy the company is, is it so difficult to have a meal with her and her son? Could it be that she and her son can't compare to an order? !