Chi Mo lowered his head, "It's true. If I hadn't mistakenly thought you were dead, my dad wouldn't have been so sad that he couldn't afford to fall ill and followed him..."
His expression was sad and his voice was very low, with a hint of sadness.
Zheng Yuan's heart was filled with panic, and she tugged on Ouyang Yun's clothes tightly, seeming to draw courage from it.
"You really didn't know that I was being hunted?"
Chi Mo raised his face with a look of pain, "If I had known, I would have saved you a long time ago, Yuanyuan, whether you believe it or not, I want to say that I never wanted you to die."
This sentence is extremely sincere and profound.
But to Ouyang Yun's ears, he felt deeply ridiculous, "Who doesn't know how to use hindsight? You're a useless man who can't even control his own wife. I even look down on you."
You don't even think about your own identity, and you say such things in front of him, do you think he is a dead person?
Chi Mo's body trembled, and his face turned ugly, "Young Master Ouyang, you don't want to hit someone in the face, you..."
After all, he was respectable, but Young Master Ouyang didn't give him any face and poured salt on his wounds. He was too mean.
Young Master Ouyang's eyes were like sharp arrows, "Do you still have the face?"
Chi Moru was struck by thunder and was in great pain, and his face was twitching.
Young Master Ouyang looked at him lazily and helped his wife get into the car. A group of people passed Chi Mo noisily, got into the car, and drove away.
Chi Mo stood still in a daze, as if he had been greatly stimulated.
Zheng Yuan looked back, feeling very complicated.
Young Master Ouyang suddenly became angry, "What's wrong? Are you feeling distressed? Then drive the car back and you go comfort him?"
Zheng Yuan couldn't laugh or cry. She was so cool and handsome just now, and her aura was so powerful that it dominated the entire scene.
At this moment, he was like a child who had been wronged. No wonder it is said that every man has a child that never grows up in his heart.
"What are you talking about?" She smiled and reached out to poke his handsome face, "Are you jealous?"
Young Master Ouyang looked at her confidently and did not swat her hand away, "Can't you?"
A smile flashed in Zheng Yuan's eyes, and she leaned over to kiss his cheek.
"Okay, okay, the eldest young master is really jealous, but I like it."
Young Master Ouyang looked stunned and stared at her blankly, unable to react.
"You seem to have changed."
Zheng Yuan took the initiative to throw herself into his arms and found the most comfortable position in his arms, "What has changed?"
Young Master Ouyang subconsciously hugged her, her petite body was soft and fragrant, and she was indescribably comfortable. "My temperament is much more lively, I have become more proactive, and I love to laugh."
When I first met her, her whole body was tense, her eyes were guarded, and she didn't smile. She looked very steady, even a little dull.
Zheng Yuan chuckled lightly, "This is my true nature. My life was so frustrating before. There were so many mountains pressing down on me, and I had to raise a son, so I couldn't laugh."
No one can smile like a flower after being sent to a mental hospital, committing suicide by jumping into a river, raising a son alone, and having his father die.
There was a hint of pity in Ouyang Yun's eyes, "Smile more in the future, I like to see you smile."
Her smile is so beautiful and intoxicating.
Zheng Yuan snuggled into his arms, coquettishly, "You can't bully me."
Ouyang Yun couldn't help but kiss her, and the soft red lips made him linger. He said with unsteady breath, "Do I dare? Your precious son is so protective of you that he can't even make a joke."
When Zheng Yuan mentioned her son, she immediately smiled and said, "Hehe, of course my son will protect me."