where is the father

Chapter 3

"My mother doesn't give me money to spend. When I see something I like, my mother never buys it for me. Uncle, you are such a nice person, will you buy something for Xiaoyang?"

If Ouyang Hao hadn't been to Qingfengzhai and seen the tricks of the mother and son, he would have been deceived by Xiaoyang's innocence.

Seeing that Ouyang Hao refused to answer, Luo Lan raised her eyebrows, and shouted to Xiao Yang: "Did Mother ever tell you to keep away from men without money and stingy men?"

Sure enough, men love face.

Sure enough, men love to show off in front of women, especially in front of beautiful women.

"What does Xiaoyang want? Uncle will buy it for you."

Ouyang Hao grabbed Xiaoyang and immediately promised.

Luo Xiaoyang secretly blinked at Luo Lan, with a smug expression on his face.

"Thank you Uncle, when Xiaoyang sees someone he likes, tell Uncle, Uncle, you are so kind."

Looking at the proud mother and son, Ouyang Hao realized belatedly that he seemed to have fallen into a pit. He dug a pit himself and buried himself...

The auction house, which can accommodate thousands of people at the same time, is like a small football field, with a display stand in the middle, and trapezoidal seats around the display stand. On each seat, there is a number plate, representing the buyer's name. Identity, in Qingyang City, most of the famous people have fixed seats and number plates, and they will send people to participate in every auction to collect treasures.

If there are rare treasures appearing on the stage, the big shots will also come to participate in the auction in person.

For example, today, the White Blood Grass that can be refined into the Juyuan Pill will appear in the auction today. The White Blood Grass is almost priceless in the market. Even if you don’t need it now, you still want to buy it back and hide it well. ,in case the emergency.

The maids led Ouyang Hao to the VIP seat on the second floor, and the sharp-eyed Xiao Yang saw the number plate on the main seat at a glance, and quickly grabbed it in his hand.

The black line on Ouyang Hao's head, I dare to say that this kid really intends to shoot what he wants, and spend Ouyang Hao's money...

Luo Lan cast a nonchalant glance at Ouyang Hao, and secretly chuckled. It's not bad to meet such a bully who takes the initiative to deliver to your door!
"What's the girl's last name?"

Before the auction started, Ouyang Hao accosted Luo Lan.

"My name is Luo Xiaoyang, and my mother's surname is naturally Luoluo. Uncle, don't you even know that?"

Luo Xiaoyang looked at Ouyang Hao with disdain.

What is this all about?Does his name Luo Xiaoyang have anything to do with his maiden name?
"My Ouyang Hao, dare to ask the girl's name?"

Ouyang Hao took a deep breath, calmed down, and put on what he thought was the most handsome expression on his face.

"My mother's name is Luo Lan, and my name is Luo Xiaoyang."

While paying close attention to the movements in the auction house, Luo Xiaoyang intercepted Ouyang Hao's words. I really don't know if he did it on purpose or not.

Luo Lan?Why does this name sound familiar?But I can't remember where I heard it.

The auction officially started. The first few items were all martial arts classics. The atmosphere at the scene was not high. Generally, it was impossible for good martial arts classics to be auctioned. The classics that could be sold to commercial companies were basically not too high-end.

But Xiaoyang had already fallen asleep while waiting, Luo Lan took out the cloak, gently covered his son, and reached out to stroke his slightly messy hair.

Ouyang Hao stared blankly at Luo Lan. Is that cold and sassy woman in Qingfeng Village really the woman in front of her who is so gentle that she can drip water?

"Where's Xiaoyang's father?"

He asked suddenly, only to realize that it was very abrupt after asking.

Luo Lan just stared at his son's sleeping face quietly, without raising his head, and said in a cold voice, "He's dead."

For some reason, when he heard the word "death", he felt an inexplicable excitement.

(End of this chapter)