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

On the phone, Yang Mufan didn't figure out what happened, so the moment he entered the door, he frowned and asked in a cold voice: "What's going on?! Who will do it first?!"

The moment he saw Yang Mufan, Yang Muan was even more aggrieved.

The crying that was finally stopped, suddenly burst out like a flood that burst a bank.

With a twist of his mouth, he broke free from Mu Wanqing's arms, and then staggered towards Yang Mufan.

The moment he hugged Yang Mufan's thigh heavily, he sobbed inarticulately: "Uncle... Uncle... Uncle, Aunt Xiaorou wants to beat An An, Uncle... Uncle, she also slandered An An as a thief and a bad boy. Stealing uncle's necklace, woo woo... Uncle... An An doesn't like Aunt Xiao Rou anymore, woo woo... An An wants to go back to her mother's house, An An wants to go back to her own home, uncle, An An wants to go home..."

Hearing his son's wailing, admiring Fan Ying's straight eyebrows, he frowned more and more.

With his son's hoarse crying that became more and more heart-piercing, Yang Mufan felt that his heart was as uncomfortable as a cat scratching.

He lowered his eyes to look at Mu'an, and saw crystal clear tears running down his fair face, sliding to both sides, maybe because he cried too sadly and worked too hard, the tip of his nose turned red.

Squatting down slightly, Yang Mufan hugged Yang Muan, coaxed her a few words in a low voice, then turned to look at Wen Xiaorou, with a particularly displeased tone: "Xiaorou, An An is just a child, how can you treat An An like this?! Don't you know that treating An An like this will frighten him?!"

After hearing Yang Mufan's reprimand, Wen Xiaorou didn't show any expression other than her face turning paler.

She looked straight at Yang Mufan, and after a long time, she laughed coldly at herself.

She just spoke to Yang Mu'an in a moderate tone, and he didn't even touch his hair, and he just yelled at her like this.

When Mu Wanqing pushed her son down the company stairs and nearly killed her son, why didn't he say something harsh to Mu Wanqing? !

Sure enough, only by comparing can you know your own weight.

At the same time, I realized how overwhelmed I really am.

Wen Xiaorou's sneer, no matter who looked at it, no matter what angle it was viewed from, it was weird and frightening at this moment.

Yang Mufan frowned coldly and looked at the cold smile on the corner of Wen Xiaorou's mouth, her thin lips were pursed deeply and tightly.

After a long while, when he was about to say something, Wen Xiaorou suddenly suppressed all the emotions on his face, stared at Yang Mufan expressionlessly, and said word by word: "Yang Mufan, choose me or Mu Wan Sunny?! There is only room for one in this family. I am really fed up with living under the same roof with your ex-wife and son. Admiration Fan, have you ever thought from my perspective that you let your ex-wife With my son, how much does it hurt me to live in our home?! What happened today is indeed my fault, but the culprit for this result is you. If you don’t want to cause a bad result, you still have to make a choice .If you choose Mu Wanqing and your own son, I, Wen Xiaorou, will move out immediately without looking back..."

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Night, deep and deep.

The winter wind was blowing, and it was especially miserable.

Mu Wanqing sat on the bed in the room for a long time without moving. After a while, she got up, took out the clothes from the closet, and folded them one by one into the suitcase...