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

Admire Fan provocatively: "I will never back down on the issue of your mommy's ownership. Simply talking to me with my mouth, or fooling me, or deliberately leading me into a ditch is useless. You really think I'm So easy to lie, would you foolishly jump into the trap you designed?! Unless you win me, otherwise... you don't want to let her hug you, kiss you, coax you, and sing you a lullaby unscrupulously."

Admire An not to be outdone: "Big bastard, I want to fight you."

Yang Mufan: "I am very happy to accept it, and I am very happy to accompany you. Tell me, how to fight."

Admiring An: "I want to bite you, can I?!"

"..." Hearing these words, Yang Mufan's face turned green, and veins twitched on his handsome forehead.This little bastard is so rebellious that he actually wants to bite him? !Don't shoot being struck by lightning? !

It took a while for Admiral Fan to suppress his anger, gritted his teeth and said, "Yes, as long as you bite me, your mommy will be yours..."

"..." Mu Wanqing stood aside, speechless.

Seeing that the father and son became incompatible in an instant, she sighed silently, and sat back on the sofa again.

Watch the duel between the two of them with the attitude of watching a good show.

She wanted to see how they would...fight.

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The quiet ward was silent.

The golden sunlight in the west in the afternoon pours down freely through the clean and transparent glass windows.

"Uncle bastard, I'm going to make a move!!"

"Be bitten by me, don't cry!!"

"You must not go back on what you promised me, otherwise, your nose will grow longer."

"Otherwise, I will give you one last chance, so that you will be willing to return my mommy to me, so that you will not suffer from flesh and blood."

"Being bitten by me is very painful."

"See?! My teeth are so sharp."

Yang Muan, who is only 86 centimeters tall, looks up at the 90 centimeter tall Yang Mufan with his head at a 190° right angle, pulling his lips to show his sharp fangs for him to see.

Mu Wanqing was sitting on the sofa, drinking honey and lemonade, while looking at her son who was plausibly boasting in front of the tall and strong Yang Mufan, she couldn't help but want to laugh.

The huge height difference resulted in distinct high and low air pressures. The picture was so beautiful that she dared not look at it.

Yang Mufan turned his back to the window, against the light, making his exquisite and deep facial features blend in the shadows, making him look a little blurry.

After being "threatened" by his son for more than ten minutes, he was really a little impatient: "Yang Mu'an, are you going to jump over and bite me?! What nonsense are you talking about?!"

I kindly left him a way out, even if I didn't appreciate it, but I was still disgusted? !Young Master An An was angry and furious. He wrinkled his face and said viciously, "Uncle bastard, since you are not afraid of death and you can't wait to be bitten by me, I will grant you."

Facing Yang Mu'an's threats, Yang Mufan scoffed and didn't take it seriously.His eyes were as deep as cold pools, and he stared straight at him: "I don't know who was executed by whom, little bastard, don't speak wild words, it's always better to keep a low profile, so as not to lose face and make a big fuss It's gone. Wait until you bite me, and then mock me in a high-profile way."