He lowered his voice and tried his best to be gentle and loving, "Yihan, be good and don't talk. How about you go upstairs and sleep first?"
The little guy sat down next to Mrs. Ouyang, hugging the little fat man with his arms, as if watching a play.
"No, I want to stay here and watch the show. It's a good show."
Mr. Ouyang has a black eye and there is nothing he can do to deal with this child. This child only listens to one person, his mother.
He frowned and had a headache, "Wife."
He always felt that he didn't have enough confidence in front of this child. Maybe he looked too much like his son, and his aura was too much like his.
Mrs. Ouyang looked at him coldly, "The baby is free to stay wherever he likes. If you can't stand it, you can get out."
Why not let the children listen? Does he have another purpose?
She is originally a simple-minded person, she puts all her joy, anger, sorrow and joy on her face, and she doesn't turn around too much when encountering problems.
But his performance was too guilty, and the more she thought about it, the more wrong she felt.
"I..." Mr. Ouyang's head hurt more and more, and things went off the rails more and more, "Hey, no one can do anything wrong. I was also deceived for a moment and became a fool. I promise I won't do it again...
"
He sighed, frowned, and looked very distressed.
The little guy's cool voice sounded, "Grandpa, your expression is not sincere enough. If you are more bitter, your eyes should be slightly red, your head should be raised slightly, the angle should be correct, and you should have an annoyed look."
These words immediately destroyed the melancholy atmosphere, and Mrs. Ouyang became furious, "You actually performed in front of me and thought I was a fool. Are you easy to fool me?"
The trick was played in front of her, oh, she understood, didn't he just want her to withdraw the complaint?
If she refuses, the lawsuit is ready!
Mr. Ouyang was self-defeating and was so angry that he vomited blood. Why does this kid love to go against him so much?
Not only could he not show anger, he also had to coax, pamper, and persuade, "Baby, grandpa will take you to the mall later. Grandpa will buy you whatever you like."
As a child, apart from eating and drinking, he just has fun and is not difficult to please.
The little guy pouted, looked at him a few times, and asked coolly, "Do you want to bribe me?"
Mr. Ouyang's hand shook and he almost dropped the cup. He was too sharp and direct. Is he really only seven years old?
His heart was roaring, twitching, and screaming, but he didn't dare to show it on his face, "No, you're overthinking."
He is obviously a child, but why does he feel like an adult in his twenties or thirties?
He suddenly remembered that Ouyang Yun seemed to be so powerful when he was a child, making people afraid and unable to feel any closeness to him.
Although Ouyang Yun is his son, he is really not close to him.
Unlike Fang Qi, who liked to cling to him when he was a child, he would say "Daddy, I love you" to him, which made his heart melt and he wished he could give him the whole world.
They are both sons, but the difference is too big. You can't blame him for being partial. He just likes the sweet-tongued Fang Qi.
His thoughts ran away, and a smiling voice broke his reverie, "Are you richer than my dad?"
Mr. Ouyang's expression changed when he heard this, and he was extremely embarrassed.
He didn't mention which pot, but picked which pot. He must have done it on purpose.
Being financially constrained by his son has always been a knot in his mind that has not yet been resolved.
The little guy doesn't care, he did it on purpose.
"You don't have any cards to swipe, how can you get the money? I'm not a child, I can do it with just a few candies."