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She stood beside him, her mind wandering. She must have met Le Yin today and thought about the people from the past.

"Well, are you tired?" Zhuo Yanfeng moved his eyes away and asked softly.

He had been copying the easel all afternoon, and his arm must have been sore.

"Can you understand that as caring for me?" Ouyang Yu quickly put away the last few brushes and placed them away. Without waiting for her to speak, he spoke to the black couple in front of him in English.

"One hundred and thirty-five dollars. I can buy you a present." He waved the US dollar bill in his hand and said to Zhuo Yanfeng, who was busy packing up the easel.

"Do we need to bring these back?" Zhuo Yanfeng raised his head and asked.

"I'll carry it on my back. This is something important to remember and I can't lose it. Although you've always been absent-minded, this afternoon is still the best and happiest day of my life. " Ouyang Yu patted Zhuo Yanfeng's shoulder, his pretty face close by. "If those old antiques knew I'd painted for an entire afternoon in the park, they'd definitely spit out blood. Haha, I really want to paint their expressions at that time."

From the looks of it, he was very happy today, even his expression was flying.

"Go get something to eat first, will you?" Twilight quietly enveloped him. Zhuo Yanfeng had been standing there all afternoon, and now he really wanted to find a place to sit down and eat a bowl of hot beef noodles.

Ouyang Yu smiled and nodded. Suddenly, he reached out his hand in front of Zhuo Yanfeng and asked, "Can I hold hands with you?"

"You're not blind." Seeing that slender hand, Zhuo Yanfeng was stunned for a moment before hurriedly turning around and walking away.

"I'm just holding hands. I wouldn't ask for too much." Ouyang Yu followed behind Zhuo Xinfeng as he grumbled in dissatisfaction, "In front of other women, I'm just a diamond. In front of you, how did I become a plague? "Little servant girl, you will definitely regret treating me like this in the future."

Ignoring his mutterings, Zhuo Yanfeng stood on the main road, looking around with a perplexed expression, not knowing which way to go.

Ouyang Yu took the opportunity to pull her arm, his voice becoming excited. "So you're an idiot!" "Then I'll have to hurry up and grab onto you. If I lose, that would be troublesome."

All right … She was very lost in the road, but … There was no need to hold on to it so tightly, right?

"Hey, it's fine as long as I stay by your side. Don't pull me." After being pulled so hard by him, Zhuo Nianfeng almost fell into his arms. He couldn't help but twitch his arms and complain.

"That won't do. It's too much trouble to find a missing person here in Washington. "If we were to be sold to South America, Indonesia, the search would be even bigger..." Ouyang Yu continued as though he hadn't heard anything. "Being someone else's maid isn't comfortable staying by my side. If you don't want to lose it, then grab my hand."

These were clearly threatening words, but from his mouth, it seemed to have turned into tender care.

Zhuo Yanfeng was not discouraged at all as he broke off his grip on my arm. He said a little gloomily: "I'm not that stupid. I lost myself, so let go of me."

"If you were to be sold to a certain manor lord, you would encounter an even more tragic situation. They would order you around the clock to work. Even if you were to die from exhaustion, no one would pity you." Ouyang Yu released his hand and didn't wait for Zhuo Yanfeng to loosen up. His shoulder was immediately held back and he continued, "Perhaps there are worse things that happened, such as …"

As he spoke to himself, the night grew darker. On a street in Washington, two awkward figures, one tall and the other short, with black hair and eyes, blended into the noisy crowd.

Han Muyun sat in front of the desk and opened the drawer.

She had taken something with her, but she had left behind many memories that could not be erased.

She had secretly printed out the picture, which was still inside the English language material.

It was the slap with a depressed expression on his face as he held the candied fruits.

One day, when she accidentally let her tongue leak out and said that she couldn't continue reading English, she would wake up whenever she saw a photo …

Look at his picture, wake up, put his picture under the pillow to ward off evil... She can even do it...

If time can reverse... How good that would be.

He would never be so fierce towards her again, never call her an idiot, he would do things that would make her happy, no longer make her sad …

"Xiao Yun." However, Ying Ying stood at the door for a long time. She couldn't help but feel hurt when she saw her son playing with the remaining photos.

He was coming home less and less now.

Even at home, he would stay in Han Sifeng's room.

"Mom." Han Muyun immediately closed the drawer, stood up, and returned to normal.

He couldn't let anything happen to him, or else … The family was about to leave.

Xiao Feng's departure already made his parents miserable, Han Muyun didn't want them to worry about him anymore.

"You are really prepared to... Engagement? " However, when Ying Ying saw the sorrow in her son's eyes, her heart ached even more.

However, Ying and Han Zijian were both precocious people. Because of their experiences when they were young, they had experienced a lot of life experiences. They could easily single out others by their teens, but they didn't want their children to mature so quickly.

Being forced to mature …

However, Ying Ying had always hoped that her child would be like her peers, carefree and carefree when young. The youth would sometimes be lost and happy, slowly growing up step by step.

But since Han Muyun was five, he had become more mature than his peers.

He had a responsibility and a responsibility at that time.

It was because their families now had an extra relative.

"Of course." Han Muyun smiled at his mother, who was worried about him, "Although you're still young, it's still better to set it as it is first."

"You want to... Do you want to force Feng to show his face? " However, after pausing for a moment, she finally said Xiao Feng's name.

Although her son was like a mother, sometimes, Ying Ying couldn't figure out what her son was thinking.

After all, all these years … They were too preoccupied with their work to care for their children.

He had always thought that as long as these two "siblings" were together as partners, they wouldn't have to worry about him …

"Mom, I want to eat the Eel Silk Duck Palm." Han Muyun said with a faint smile.

He thought back to the days when he went shopping with Han Sifeng.

She was holding onto her arm, trying to curry favor with him …

Now, there was nothing around him …

"Xiao Yun …" But when Ying Ying saw Han Muyun, her nose started to sour and she couldn't help but want to cry.

Right now, she was... He couldn't understand his son's heart anymore.

She had even just learned what her son had done a few years ago.

Han Muyun, who was still in middle school, and a few other students from the interest group started to come into contact with the online world and develop their little games outside of class time.

He was born to do business.

The hidden business acumen of his parents was apparent to him.

By the time they graduated from junior high school, the scale of their game website had been set on a scale that some overseas company had set their sights on and bought for $1,30,000,000.

He then invested in better prospects for shopping sites, doubling his value over the course of a year and is now one of the biggest shareholders in the country's largest shopping network.

His investments in other places were also so accurate that it was embarrassing.

It was just like stock. If he had set his eyes on it, he would definitely be able to go all out.

All of this... However, Ying and Han Zijian didn't know.

All they knew was that their son had a wide range of interests and good grades, that he was the leader of the interest group, that he spent his free time studying other things besides playing football, and that he had a mind that they never cared about.

Every time she saw him bring back a bunch of prizes, she would feel relieved.

At the very least, they were not a wastrel. Even though they were old, they still had the ability to nurture the wind and were not worried about being fed …

Do not worry about warmth and hunger, life and peace, this is the experience of the wind and rain, the biggest hope for the children.

Unfortunately, the heavens were unfulfilled. Before Han Sifeng could turn eighteen, the Ouyang Family had already taken her precious daughter and daughter-in-law away.

"Don't you need to go out today?" Han Zijian stopped at the door and asked.

During this period of time, the couple didn't dare to do anything as they were afraid that their only son would be in trouble again.

So they stayed at home every day, at least when Han Muyun came home, they would create the warmth of a family.

"No need." Han Muyun nodded.

"Qingxue isn't looking for you anymore?" Ke Ying asked carefully.

"I'm afraid she's busy with the engagement." Han Muyun softly whispered as he gently stroked the string of crystals on his wrist.

"What are you going to do?" Han Zijian walked in, signalling for Ke Ying to go cook and asked.

He needed to get to know his son better.

He had already lost Xiao Feng, so he couldn't lose Xiao Yun again.

"Throw a portion of the shares and buy shares in Lan Ting." The Lanting Pavilion that Han Muyun was talking about was a company that Ouyang Zhentian had given to Zhang Ruo Lan.

This was a portion of the assets that Ouyang Qing Xue's mother fought for more than a decade for. Although it belonged to her, the company had been on the market for two years and its performance had been mediocre.

Currently, Zhang Ruo Lan wanted to take advantage of her daughter's engagement ceremony to rope in the funds and prepare to make a comeback. She wanted to compete with Ouyang Yu for more family benefits.

"Are you really going to deal with that woman?" Han Zijian wrinkled his brows. Zhang Ruo Lan was the person who could truly interpret the words' the most vicious woman in the world '.

Compared to her mother, Ouyang Qing Xue was nothing but a good-for-nothing.

His son could coax Ouyang Qing Xue, but if he wanted to play tricks with Zhang Ruo Lan, he was still too young.

"Dad, are you afraid of that man?" Han Muyun laughed and asked.

He always had a smile on his face and didn't reveal a single trace of sadness.

"She knows that you have a request and can even agree to this marriage. She wants to protect you to the best of her abilities, so you can see that you're fully prepared. Even if you go, you won't get anything." Han Zijian smiled bitterly. That woman's methods were extraordinary. For her to be able to endure for ten more years before exerting her strength, she must have a lot of patience.

It's not easy to make a woman so patient.

"I have a request, she also has a request." Han Muyun lowered his eyes to look at the string of beads on his wrist. "She has long since set her eyes on the resources in my possession and almost snatched them away. Right now, we're betrothed to each other because she wants to snatch them better."

"Then why are you betrothed to Qing Xue? You obviously don't like her. If Little Feng finds out about this, she …"

"If she wants it, I'll give it to her." Han Muyun interrupted his father, and his eyelids jumped when he heard Xiao Feng's name again.