"Don't be afraid, I know how to exercise. When I feel better, I will get up and run every day. Then mommy and daddy will run with me, okay?"
Zheng Yuan agreed, "Okay, it all depends on my baby."
She hugged her son and kissed her, tenderly watching her son eating happily, her heart felt soft.
Ouyang Yun couldn't stand it anymore and said, "Hey, my son is very big. Don't hug him at all times. You will spoil him."
Zheng Yuan was startled, she was always like this, what's wrong?
"He is only seven years old, how old is he?"
The little guy blinked his eyes strangely and smiled mischievously, "Daddy is jealous because he can't see mommy hug me. Mommy, go and give him a hug."
Ouyang Yun's ears were burning, "What nonsense?"
The little guy laughed happily, "Hahaha, Daddy is so angry."
Zheng Yuan pursed her lips and snickered. The blushing Ouyang Yun was so cute, "Okay, stop talking, your daddy's face is about to turn into a tomato."
Ouyang Yun's neck turned red, and he glared at the mother and son fiercely, but without any aura, "Zheng Yuan, do you think you can talk like that?"
Zheng Yuan laughed so hard that she said cheerfully, "Where did I go wrong? Please tell me."
"Humph." Ouyang Yun turned his head and ignored the mother and son. He picked up the painting by the window and was stunned.
"Did you draw this?"
Zheng Yuan nodded generously, "Well, is it okay?"
Ouyang Yun admired it for a long time and said, "You are very smart and have good skills. Have you been painting since elementary school?"
"How do you know?" Zheng Yuan was a little surprised. He is quite powerful.
She indeed started learning painting at the age of seven and continued painting until she was eighteen. Thanks to this skill, she was able to support her family and support her son when he grew up.
Ouyang Yun looked at it very intently, "You can see that without ten years of experience, you can't draw such a painting."
Zheng Yuan was impressed by him. Not only was he good at business, he also had a lot of knowledge in painting. "Have you studied it too?"
She felt happy that she had met a close friend, and she was very happy.
Ouyang Yun raised his head, saw the admiration in her eyes, and felt proud in his heart, "No, I will appreciate it."
"Puch." Zheng Yuan couldn't help laughing. This proud little boy looked exactly like his son. He was indeed a father and son.
"What are you laughing at?" Ouyang Yun was a little embarrassed. Why was this woman laughing? Where did he say something wrong?
Zheng Yuan smiled like a flower, "I'm very happy, someone appreciates me."
The hardships of life have long since worn away her pride, but fortunately the edges are still there.
In order to survive these years, she painted many paintings, but she was not satisfied with them, just to make ends meet.
She felt that her painting skills were completely useless, but she had no regrets.
Ouyang Yun felt sad, "Silly girl, you are very good and talented, don't belittle yourself."
Zheng Yuan's eyes suddenly sparkled, as bright as stars, "Do you really think so?"
He held her hand and shook it gently, "Well, you are great, you have to believe in yourself."
Zheng Yuan smiled happily, with satisfaction and happiness written all over her face. Under the sunshine, her beauty was breathtaking.
Ouyang Yun's heart beat several times uncontrollably. Looking at that beautiful smile, a feeling of familiarity and strangeness arose in his heart.
Zheng Tian took his son to deliver meals to Chi Mo every day, took the opportunity to check on the women around him, and bribed his secretary to report Chi Mo's whereabouts 24 hours a day. In this way, Zheng Tian finally breathed a sigh of relief.
Mrs. Zheng came over after hearing the news and took Zheng Tian's hand to greet her. She was very loving. This was her only daughter, so she naturally regarded her as a treasure.
After drinking tea, she changed her tone and said, "I heard that you and A Mo had a big fight in the hospital? What happened?"