Although Mrs. Ouyang is good, she is still a little worse than the eldest son. After all, the eldest son is the one who pays them.

When Qian Ru was dragged out, she cried out, not to mention how sad she was, "Ouyang, Ouyang."

Yihan pulled off the quilt and let out a heavy breath, "It's really annoying."

Ouyang Yun smiled fondly, "It won't appear again."

Ouyang Yun found that his son's mother would show up from time to time, most of them at night, bringing all kinds of food. Yihan would be very happy every time, but he had never bumped into that woman.

That night, he invited friends to drink at the bar. Ever since they found out that he had a son, a few bad friends were envious, jealous, and poured him alcohol.

He went to the bathroom to wash his face with cold water, looked at himself in the mirror, shook his head and laughed, how jealous these bird people are of him.

After smoking a cigarette, he became somewhat sober, washed his hands and walked out.

As soon as he turned around, a woman bumped into him head-on, and he subconsciously supported her, "Miss, this approach to strike up a conversation is too old-fashioned."

The women in the bar are all here to tease her, and after seeing too much, they become numb.

The woman in her arms raised her head, revealing a snow-white and beautiful face, "Sir, you think too much..."

Ouyang Yun saw her face clearly and recognized her immediately, wasn't it the woman who bumped into her in the hospital?

"Do you always walk in such a hurry?"

Strange, although he has a good memory, he doesn't care about women's sex. The women around him come and go, and few of them can make him remember their faces. This woman who appeared suddenly made him remember it at a glance. , and felt strangely familiar.

Zheng Yuan also recognized him at the same time, and gasped, how could it be such a coincidence?

"Uh, Ouyang Yun, it's you."

There was an eerie familiarity in her tone.

Ouyang was stunned, and his heart beat inexplicably, "You know me? Have we met?"

Could it be another romantic debt from the past?

He couldn't help but take another look at her. Her facial features were beautiful, but her temperament was very clean, and her complexion was so thick that she was almost unrecognizable, but her shining eyes were so impressive that she was instantly recognizable.

However, he couldn't think of any intersection between them.

Zheng Yuan's eyes were in a trance for a while, and the corner of her mouth raised a touch of sarcasm. The mountain never turns, and some people can be bumped into everywhere.

Ouyang was so pissed off by her smile, his back felt chilly, "Hey, why didn't you answer me? It's very rude."

His voice was a little loud, and a man not far away looked over and was taken aback. "Master Ouyang?"

Zheng Yuan, whose back was turned to him, trembled, and suddenly threw herself into Ouyang's arms. The soft body made Ouyang feel a little strange. He was a little caught off guard, and just about to push her away, but she gave her a hard look. The tone was fierce, "Shhh, cooperate with me, otherwise you'll be waiting to be pinched all over your head by your son."

Her voice was so low that only Ouyang could hear him. He was stunned, and her hands froze when he pushed her away. She hugged his waist tightly with both hands, and buried her small face in his arms, as if drunk Lie down and don't move.

Ouyang Yun was confused, as if he was in a mist.

She knew his precious son?

And very familiar?

The man came over, with the corners of his mouth slightly hooked, and he stretched out his big hand, "Hello, I'm Chi Mo."

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