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

The moment he turned around, he saw Mu Wanqing standing in the living room. He didn't realize that what he had done had deeply hurt her. He just ran towards Mu Wanqing happily and obediently. Shout softly: "Mommy, Mommy...hug..."

Mu Wanqing really thinks that there is a saying that is very correct: those who are close to vermilion are red, and those who are close to ink are black.

At the same time, I also deeply feel that the son of bastard can only be bastard, and will never become a turtle.

Looking at Yang Muan hugging her thigh, rubbing and rubbing on her lap with enjoyment, Mu Wanqing really wanted to slap his pia on the ground, so that she couldn't even pick it up.

She really didn't know whether it was because the essence of admiring An was the same as that of admiring Fan, which hadn't been developed in the past, but now the two bastards got together and finally revealed their true colors, or for some other reason.

She could never have imagined that her son, who was so cute before, would be so vicious when his mouth became vicious.

So brutal.

He is only two years old now, less than three years old.

When he really grows up, what's the deal? !

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When Wen Xiaorou came back from the museum with Yang Musheng in the afternoon, when she passed by Mu Wanqing's villa, she asked the driver to stop, and then got out of the car alone, wanting to see if Yang Mufan left there.

However, as soon as she entered the garden, she saw Mu Wanqing and Yang Mufan sitting face to face in the dining room through the large floor-to-ceiling windows from a distance.

Yang Mufan was wearing a snow-white shirt, holding a spoon to serve her meals.

And Yang Muan, sitting on Mu Wanqing's lap, when Yang Mufan pushed the bowl over, he bared his teeth and claws, trying to grab the spoon to scoop up rice and feed it to Mu Wanqing.

From the beginning to the end, Yang Mufan just sat across from their mother and son, watching quietly.

Although, admiring Fan's handsome face, he didn't have the slightest emotion, but he focused on watching their mother and child eating, which proved everything.

At that time, the hazy golden sunset shrouded them impartially through the glass window, and Wen Xiaorou felt from the bottom of her heart: They are a family.

Although there are no unnecessary actions or words, such a picture is really beautiful and warm.

Wen Xiaorou couldn't bear to watch it any longer, and turned around eagerly to leave, her curled shoulders trembling violently.The small face painted with exquisite makeup was so pale that not a trace of blood could be seen.

She bit her lip tightly, and the hands hanging on both sides of her body were tightly clenched into fists.

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Admire An and asked: "Mom, is the lean meat porridge uncle cooks delicious?!"

Mu Wanqing took a sip, glanced at Mu Fan out of the corner of her eye, and then nodded a little embarrassedly: "It's delicious."

"If it's delicious, then mom, you can eat a little more, two more bowls, okay?!" Yang Mu'an urged like a little adult.

However, Mu Wanqing nodded and said yes, even though she was so stuffed that her stomach was about to explode.This was the first time in three years that she ate rice cooked by Yang Mufan.The last time he helped her cook was also when she was sick and had a fever. He cooked a big pot and kept it warm in her kitchen.That day, he also cooked porridge, the taste was exactly the same as today...