Who is Ouyang Yun? He is just the product of a marriage between two families, how can he be compared with their siblings?
Yihan smiled coldly, "Oh, the mistress is true love. True love that costs half a million yuan a month is indeed great."
You know clearly that someone has a family, but you still stay with a married man, destroying someone else's family, and yet you say it's true love. It's hilarious.
Isn't it just for money? Why pretend to be holy?
Shen Qing'er was ashamed and angry, holding back her anger, "You are still young and don't understand that love is the most sacred emotion in the world..."
Yihan interrupted her impatiently, "Do you really want to be a sacred mistress? A mistress with no status for the rest of your life? Everyone testify to her. This is her dream, and she must make it come true."
In the name of love, you do all the shameful things, men steal and women prostitute, which are not good things at all, and you have to beautify your own behavior, it's disgusting.
Everyone laughed loudly and shouted in unison, "Okay, definitely."
Shen Qing'er's face turned the color of pig liver, tears welled up in her eyes, and she was very angry, "You have gone too far, I am your aunt."
Who wants to be a mistress? She wants to become a famous young lady, enjoy all the glory and wealth, and make women all over the world envy her.
This is one of the reasons why she can't wait to stand in front of others and clear her name.
She had had several boyfriends, but they never got together in the end. Rich and wealthy families looked down on her family background, and she looked down on men who wanted her father.
The little guy opened his eyes in surprise and asked curiously, "Where did I go too far? You have to thank me to fulfill your sacrifice for love."
The wives who were watching couldn't stand it anymore, "Yes, I think you are made to be a mistress."
"Since you admire mistresses so much, you should just be mistresses for the rest of your life, and your descendants will be mistresses for generations to come."
Shen Qing'er was shaking with anger and her face was distorted, "Shut up, don't bully others too much. I am the eldest lady of the Ouyang family."
The little guy is a master of last-hitting, and he stabbed in at the right time, "As far as I know, your surname is Shen."
"You..." Shen Qing'er falsely claimed that she was smart. She was a rare smart person, but she was vulnerable in front of a child.
The little guy stuck out his tongue, made a face, and smiled very cutely, but he was covered by the mask and no one could see his movements.
"Being a bitch and wanting a chastity memorial, that's how the saying goes."
Everyone was amused, but no, it was too vivid. "Yes, the young master is really smart."
The little guy waved his little hand, "Thank you, grandma, let's go back. This woman has pink eye and is like rabies. She bites everyone she sees. It's quite scary. Let's evacuate quickly to avoid being bitten."
Mrs. Ouyang's whole body was numb. She was stunned by her grandson's fierce fighting power.
The little baby who usually smiles is so powerful once he gets into a fight.
Shen Qing'er couldn't help but become anxious. She finally waited until Mrs. Ouyang came out, but she failed to achieve her goal and instead got into trouble.
"Don't leave, aunt, I kneel down for you. Please let us siblings return to Ouyang's house."
She gestured to kneel down, tears streaming down her face, as pitiful as a delicate flower in the wind.
This pitiful appearance is quite lethal to men, but it is completely useless to women and children.
Mrs. Ouyang was originally very angry, but when her grandson interrupted her, she suddenly felt a little discouraged, "You were born without my consent. Now that you can't come back, you don't need my consent."