Ouyang Yun handed her a tissue and persuaded her patiently, "Mommy, calm down first. I'm there for you in everything."
After hearing this, Mrs. Ouyang felt much better as if she had a backbone, "Okay, I will listen to you. Your dad hurts my heart so much. How could he do this? What did I do wrong?"
Ouyang Yun listened to her crying for a long time, and his head felt heavy. What's the use of regretting it now?
"Okay, there's no point crying to death. Why don't you go abroad to relax first? I'll finish the matter and you can come back."
Mrs. Ouyang shook her head desperately, like a wronged puppy, "I don't, I don't want to leave you."
Ouyang Yun had a headache. Other parents could support their children, but one of his parents wanted to eat their son, while the other could only cry.
The servant came over timidly and said, "Dinner is ready."
Ouyang Yun's spirit was shaken, and he was finally able to get rid of this annoying crying, "Well, Mommy, you go to the restaurant first."
When Mrs. Ouyang saw him turning around, she couldn't help but become anxious. She held on to his clothes tightly and said, "Where are you going? I'll go with you."
There was a hole in her heart, and she felt terribly empty. She only felt better when she saw her son by her side.
Just like the water pods in the lake, they have nowhere to stand, drifting with the current, and have no body to rely on.
Ouyang Yun couldn't laugh or cry. What about his arrogant and domineering momentum in the past few days?
"Mommy, I'm just going upstairs, don't be so nervous."
He knew what his biological parents were like, but when he saw them with his own eyes, he couldn't help but sigh.
"But..." Mrs. Ouyang then remembered the existence of Zheng Yuan and her son, and her expression became a little ugly.
Ouyang Yun rubbed his brows and said, "Sit here and don't move around."
He went upstairs and opened the door to the children's room. Zheng Yuan and her son had changed into a set of clothes and were building blocks, having a great time.
He rushed over and hugged the little guy, pinching his pink and tender face, "It's time to eat. Has the baby taken a bath? It smells so good."
The little guy actually didn't push him away, but smiled at him, very lively.
Zheng Yuan looked at him blankly, "How about someone bring us mother and son's meals?"
Ouyang Yun's smile froze, "Did you all hear it?"
Zheng Yuan didn't know how to comfort him, "The voice is so loud, it's hard to pretend not to hear."
It's really sad to meet such worry-free parents, and you can't get rid of them.
Ouyang Yun held his son in his right hand and opened his left hand to her.
Zheng Yuan hesitated for a moment, then took the initiative to throw herself into his arms, just to comfort him.
Ouyang Yun hugged his wife and children, and the black hole in his heart was instantly filled, and he sighed with satisfaction.
They, mother and son, are the fulcrum of his life and the goal of his efforts.
The little guy's eyes rolled, "Daddy, don't be sad. Mommy and I are here. When I grow up, I will protect you, take care of you, and be filial to you."
Ouyang Yun's heart was greatly satisfied, happy and moved.
"Really? Good son."
Suddenly I felt that everything else was just a cloud, and just having a son was enough.
At least the estrangement between father and son has been eliminated, and the same mistakes will not happen again.
Mrs. Ouyang was waiting in the restaurant. She was getting impatient. What on earth was going on?
Just as she stood up, three people came down the stairs, a handsome man and a beautiful woman, a pink and lovely baby, and a complete family.
She stared at this scene in a daze. She once had such a good time, an honest husband, and a lovely son. However, everything changed in the end. She even doubted whether the fragments in her memory had really existed?