Mrs. Ouyang didn't want to go back to that cold home, where she was alone without a husband or a son.
She doesn't want to stay in a hotel outside, she doesn't like it, and she doesn't want others to laugh at her.
"We are mother and son. Can't I live with my son?"
Her request was very reasonable. Ouyang Yun could not refuse and couldn't help but look at Zheng Yuan.
Zheng Yuan frowned slightly, feeling a little uncomfortable, but from her standpoint, she had no intention of refusing and lowered her eyes to avoid his gaze.
Ouyang Yun's head hurt even more, it was really troublesome.
Seeing their flirting, Mrs. Ouyang felt sad, "Is this okay? If you don't allow me to stay, I'll leave right away."
Ouyang Yun pondered for a long time, and finally compromised, "It's okay to live there, but you must make an agreement."
Mrs. Ouyang's heart was filled with sorrow and joy. Her son still had her in his heart, but it was not hers alone.
She had some reservations, "Tell me about it."
Ouyang Yun knew that he would say some ugly things first to avoid chaos later.
"One, respect my wife and baby and don't hurt them."
When Mrs. Ouyang heard this condition, she immediately became furious, "What do you mean? I am doing this all for your own good..."
What harm? What did she do? Don’t be together with people who are not suitable for you. Where did she go wrong?
Ouyang Yun lazily argued with her, "Stop saying such things, no one will believe it. You only need to say yes? or no? no, and go back quickly."
Mrs. Ouyang hesitated for a long time, struggling fiercely in her heart. After weighing it for a long time, she finally made a decision, "Okay, I promise you."
She will settle down first, as for the conditions...
Ouyang Yun saw through her little thoughts at a glance and was very troubled, "Second, this is Zheng Yuan's home. She is free to do what she wants. You have no right to control her. What you want to do requires her consent.
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Everyone present was stunned and looked at him stupidly.
Mrs. Ouyang's reaction was particularly fierce, "How did this become her home? It is obviously my son's home."
The difference is huge. In her son's home, she can do whatever she wants. But in other people's homes, can she do it?
Ouyang Yun made a gesture, and a servant brought over the property certificate. Zheng Yuan's name was clearly written on it, "This house is in her name..."
This is a wedding gift. I was in a hurry a while ago and had too many things to do, so I didn't give it to her in time.
Zheng Yuan was stunned, feeling indescribably moved in her heart. He quietly did many things for her and was very considerate for her.
Although money is important, this intention makes her even more happy.
Since her father's death, no one has bothered to plan for her so much, and she felt the long-lost joy of being pampered.
Mrs. Ouyang was trembling with anger, "Ayun, you are crazy, do you want to imitate your father?"
Ouyang Yun twitched the corner of his mouth and retorted confidently, "Can it be the same? He is raising a mistress and raising an illegitimate child, and I am raising a wife and children in an upright manner. They are completely different things."
Mrs. Ouyang was so jealous that she wanted to cry. Why did the men from the Ouyang family have completely different temperaments?
"It's enough to give her some living expenses. Why give her a house?"
Her eyes were red, and she felt so sad that she wanted to cry.
Zheng Yuan touched her forehead and sighed, why should women make things difficult for women?
Some women just can't think about it. In fact, the problem generally lies with men.
Ouyang Yun has his own opinion, "Husband and wife are one, and what's mine is hers."