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

At this moment, he was sitting alone on the floor, flipping through the fairy tale book of "The Three Little Bears".He obviously didn't know a single word, but he looked at the pictures very seriously...

In the afternoon, the westward golden sun shines on him through the glass window.

However, no matter how bright and brilliant the sun was, it still couldn't dispel the loneliness wrapped around his small body.

Yang Mufan stood at the door, staring at his son for a long time before he walked in lightly.

He asked, "Why did you go upstairs alone?!"

"..." Yang Muan looked up at him, then looked down at the fairy tale book in his hand, without answering Yang Mufan's question.

Yang Mofan sat down on the floor next to him: "Do you understand?!"

Yang Muan shook her head, then nodded fiercely: "I can't read words, but... I can understand pictures."

Then, Yang Muan suddenly pointed to the pictures in the book, and said in a childish voice: "This is the baby bear, this is the father bear, and this is the mother bear. The father bear is carrying a fishing rod, and he takes the baby bear and mother bear to go fishing. They caught a lot of fish by the stream. Baby bear saw a 'fish' in the bucket that he had never seen before. He was very curious, and he leaned his head to look at it, but his nose was pinched by the 'fish' , it cried and rushed towards Mama Bear, and Mama Bear told it that it was not a fish, but a crab. In the evening, Mama Bear made delicious fish soup with the fish caught in the afternoon..."

"..." Yang Mufan sat aside, quietly listening to Yang Muan's story.

No matter in life or work, Mi Fan is strict and harsh, and never likes to listen to other people talking nonsense that is useless and has no end.

But for the first time, he listened so patiently to Admire An's description of the logically chaotic fairy tale, and he was extremely serious and fascinated.

When Yang Mu'an talked about the last page and the last picture, she suddenly fell silent.

Seeing this, Yang Mufan raised his eyebrows and asked, "What's wrong?!"

Yang Mu'an raised his head and looked at Yang Mufan, his dark eyes were as pitiful as a puppy's. He said, "Baby bear is so happy. Mother bear can hold him when he sleeps at night."

Immediately, he pointed at the picture, with crystal tears in his eyes, and whispered timidly: "Uncle, I miss my mother! Mom hasn't slept with An An or told stories to An An for a long time. An An wants to wear the bear pajamas my mother bought for An An for her birthday last year..."

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Five p.m.

Mrs. De commanded twenty maids to move a thousand sets of bear pajamas to Yang Mu'an's room, display them one by one, and hang them on the hangers.

Yang Mufan sat on the sofa, hugged Yang Muan, and asked in a low voice: "Which bear pajamas do you like?!"

Wen Xiaorou, who came back with admiration for eating ice cream, just entered the villa when she saw Mrs. De walking with a sad face.

Behind her was a maid carrying all kinds of pajamas.

That scene, not to mention how spectacular and exaggerated it was.

She asked curiously: "Sister-in-law De, what happened?! Why are there so many pajamas..."