Mr.president, you are too gentle

Mrs. yuan loves and hates this only child. She loves his dependence and natural motherhood, but she also hates yuan kaihong for not being competitive. She only knows how to spend time and drink every day. During this time, the two little bitches in the company were flattered, and her position in the main room was pressed down more and more.

But after all, I still love this son, otherwise I won't be lawless at a young age. Yuan kaihong bought a house outside after 20, and he was even more unrestrained.

In the face of his mother's nagging at home, he likes all kinds of waves outside alone. The outside world is always so easy that people are fascinated. Yuan kaihong gradually doesn't go home much.

With such a pinch of fingers, it turns out that some generals haven't seen this son in less than half a month. Mrs. yuan wanted to recruit her son back, but yuan kaihong was annoyed and listened to her mother's resentment against her father's mistress. They always find reasons to directly stop them from going back. Mrs. yuan is angry, but she has nothing to do.

When the shrill and familiar cry came from the door, Mrs. yuan was practicing flower arrangement with a pair of scissors in her hand. There is a blue and white silk vase beside the window, which is an antique from the court of the Qing Dynasty.

Rich people have such confidence. Valuable antiques are planted with a few flowers at will. Mrs. yuan stroked it with her well maintained hands and frowned as if thinking about how to match it.

Yuan kaihong's voice came too suddenly. He rushed in and shouted, but no one stopped him. Mrs. yuan's surprised hand shook, and her white index finger accidentally touched the thorn on the rose branch.

A little tingling came and a small drop of blood came out of his finger. She came from everyone and always pays attention to maintenance. There are no scars on her whole body. Now it's just a little tingling, but it's enough to twist her delicate eyebrows.

Turn around and see, it's the only son I haven't seen for a long time. The familiar eyebrows and eyes have their own young appearance, and now he runs over with nostalgia in his eyes.

After all, Mrs. yuan still couldn't bear to blame her. She just yelled, "what are you yelling in the daytime? You've forgotten your manners since childhood, haven't you?"

Yuan kaihong was used to this stereotyped reprimand. He just turned his mouth and went in and out of his left ear and right ear. He is indeed much closer to his mother than his father.

But when yuan kaihong grew up, he became a little tired of his mother's tight control over himself. Young people always want to be birds flying around in the sky. It's best to be unrestrained.

As soon as his mother talked like this, yuan kaihong's look slowed down, but he was still very worried after all. He didn't even have time to stop and catch his breath, so he complained urgently.

"Something really big has happened. My father is afraid to catch me and fight! Mom, you must save me this time. I will study hard and manage the company in the future. You won't worry about it again."

Although yuan kaihong is a legitimate son, his relationship with his father is not very good. Yuan GAOJIN looked at his son wandering outside all day. He was a little annoyed. The two clashed from time to time. Yuan GAOJIN always wanted to reach out to beat his frustrated son.

But every time she was blocked by Mrs. yuan. This son is the lifeblood and can't move anyway.