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

But Nan Juefeng sighed on the other side of the phone: "Hey, people without sons are just sad reminders. They can't even find a reason not to work overtime on weekends. The point is: the money is not my own. Second brother, tell me, do I want it?" Immediately find a woman and give birth to a son?!"

Yang Mufan didn't bother to talk nonsense with him, went downstairs with his mobile phone, and said in a low voice: "If you want to have a son, go for it. There are so many women, you can choose any one. Don't cry and howl in my ears every day. Of course. , let me remind you for the last time, don't be jealous of my son, if you dare to play with my son again, killing you is a matter of minutes, I won't even blink my eyelids, you can do it yourself."

After speaking, without hesitation, Yang Mofan cut off the phone directly.

Going down to the first floor, passing through the luxuriously decorated hall, he immediately saw Mu Wanqing holding two small coats, standing stiffly at the door, motionless.

He frowned and walked over, and asked with some perplexity and displeasure: "Mu Wanqing, what are you doing here if you don't get in the car to accompany your son?! Could it be that you still want me to invite..." You get in the car? !

However, before Yang Mufan finished speaking, the moment he followed Mu Wanqing's numb eyes, his whole body became stiff.

Yang Mu'an, who was wearing a handsome little suit, was lying on the front compartment with her butt pouted, and was working hard and earnestly on drawing a turtle.

One painting after another, in different shapes and shapes.

Maybe it was because he was too engrossed in painting, and he didn't know the colorful dyes at all, which dyed his snow-white shirt all colorful.

Seeing his parents standing at the door, he admired An'an and was excited. He lay on the car and waved at them non-stop: "Mom, uncle, come and see the turtle painted by An An. Is it beautiful?! Is it cool?!"

Mu Wanqing was astonished and Mu Mu turned her head to look at Yang Mi Fan, obviously: she never thought that her son would spoil Yang Mi Fan's car like this.

Based on her knowledge of luxury cars, this car was just airlifted back from Europe last week.

Admiration Fandu has not had time to open.

Today is the first time to open.

He was messed up by his son like this.

Based on her understanding of Yang Mufan: Yang Mufan should be able to... kill her son in minutes.

Sure enough, the moment she turned her head, she saw the corner of Yang Mufan's mouth twitching violently.

Seeing Yang Mufan walking out stiffly, Mu Wanqing was frightened out of her wits, fearing that he would lose his mind due to stimulation, she really ran to beat her son.

Mu Wanqing quickly followed and said eagerly: "Mu Fan, don't be angry, okay?! My son is too young and ignorant, so I'll wipe the car clean with a rag right away, okay?! I promise, there won't be any color. Stay. Mu Fan..."

Regardless of Mu Wanqing's stop, Yang Mufan came straight to Yang Mu'an. ,,

Somewhat unclear about the situation, Yang Muan knelt on the carriage and looked at Yang Mufan eagerly.

Sensing the anger rising and spreading in Yang Mufan's eyes, he weakly handed the paintbrush to Yang Mufan, and said softly, "Uncle, do you want to draw a turtle too..."

Mu Wanqing held her breath and looked at Mu Fan. After she clearly felt a gust of cold wind blowing past, she instinctively went to retrieve her son, but she was a step slower: she emptied it.

When she realized something, she yelled on the spot: "Mu Fan, An An is innocent, don't beat him..." As a result...