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His eyes flashing with clear black and white light, Zhuo Yanfeng tried to arouse his sympathy: "Young master, although I've been eating six meals a day, every time there's only a thin soup. I haven't eaten a single mouthful of rice, my whole body feels weak and sore, and my physical strength is overloaded …"

"Thin soup?" Ouyang Yu remained unmoved. "That's a treasure that no one can eat even if they wanted to. It's a long cup."

Zhuo Yanfeng ground his teeth hard, and the smile on his face was long gone: "Young Master, I'm sorry!"

Actually, Zhuo Yanfeng wanted to say: Ouyang Yu, I'll fight you to the death!

Half an hour later, Ouyang Yu was still dressed neatly and calmly, while Zhuo Nianfeng's entire body was covered in bruises and sweat. It was hard to say how much of a mess he was in.

Fortunately, she had short hair. If she had long hair, her hair would definitely be messy and she would be out of breath. It was as if she had been humiliated and humiliated by someone.

"Hold on!" Zhuo Nianfeng held onto his waist as he walked over to Du Yuan's side and asked in a low voice, "Master, I followed your moves, how can that not work?" Are you trying to mess with me? "

"Stupid." Du Yuan did not say anything, but his lips moved slightly. Judging from the way he mouthed it, he must have said the word 'stupid'.

"It's all because of the tactical issues you taught me!" Zhuo Yanfeng wiped the sweat off his forehead. He suspected that Du Yuan was intentionally watching her get beaten up to avenge a personal grudge.

"Idiot." He silently moved his lips again. According to her guess, he must have said those two words.

Zhuo Yanfeng's face darkened.

She was most afraid of being scolded as an idiot, because it would remind her of her previous gloomy yet blissful life.

"Have you rested?" Ouyang Yu softly asked from behind him.

"Young master …" Zhuo Nianfeng turned around and pounced on Ouyang Yu. "In the future, when you're full of lust, I definitely won't …"

Before he could finish his words, Zhuo Nianfeng had already hugged Ouyang Yu tightly and raised his head to look at him. He discovered that there was a trace of unfathomable emotion in Ouyang Yu's eyes.

Zhuo Yanfeng's lips curled up into a smile. And right now —

The arm wrapped around his waist swam up to his shoulder and quickly turned around. Using the force of his back, he flipped him over from behind.

'Bang! 'This time it wasn't her lying on the ground, but Ouyang Shuo.

A cunning soldier!

Zhuo Yanfeng extended his index finger and middle finger towards Du Yuan and said with extreme excitement, "Yea, I've succeeded!"

There was a trace of shock and disdain on Du Yuan's face as he turned his head away, looking as if he didn't want to see her die.

Zhuo Nianfeng didn't care so much. In the past few days, he had been tortured to death by Ouyang Ziyun and finally fell down on his back. His posture was so beautiful that he didn't look embarrassed at all.

Walking to his side, Zhuo Nianfeng resisted the urge to step up and beat him up, smiling as he squatted down and said: "Young Master, you didn't hurt your fall, did you?"

Ouyang Yu stared at her with a complicated look in his eyes. After a while, he smiled and said, "Are you tired? How about we take a mandarin duck bath together? "

Zhuo Yanfeng could not laugh.

"Don't worry," Ouyang Yu sat up and said with a smile, "I'm just kidding. I've already asked Mama Li to prepare some water. You go take a bath first, then I'll take you to a beautiful place to relax."

"Then..." It ended just like that?

Zhuo Yanfeng looked at Du Yuan in disbelief. Du Yuan seemed a little surprised as well, but he signaled her to hurry up and leave.

Zhuo Nianfeng didn't even thank him and just left.

"Young master, you …" Du Yuan walked to Ouyang Yu's side and pulled him up. He didn't know why he suddenly let her go.

"Du Yuan, do you know the feeling of liking someone?" Ouyang Yu stood up. In his arms, he could still feel the soft, youthful scent of a young girl.

"..." I forgot. " Du Yuan thought for a moment before shaking his head.

"Even though I know what she's thinking, I'm still willing to cooperate. For the sake of seeing her smile, I'm willing to give it my all …" Ouyang Yu smiled softly. "Even though I know what my fate is, I don't hesitate in the slightest. I'm like a moth to a flame."

"Young Master, you've changed recently." Du Yuan said softly.

"Yeah, the sky is dry and the matter is dry. I need to get better." Ouyang Yu sighed.

Despite knowing that she was about to reunite with her most beloved person, he still strove hard to help her and pave the way for her …

He was so great that others would cry!

"Ouyang Yu," Zhuo Xinfeng said in a low voice as he sat inside the convertible and watched the scenery rapidly recede. "Thank you very much indeed."

"Thank you?" Ouyang Yu casually leaned on the steering wheel as he asked with a smile.

"I will do my best in this competition. I won't be affected by any unrelated matters." The wind blew through his short hair. Zhuo Yanfeng continued to speak as he looked in the rearview mirror.

She was making a promise.

Although she didn't point it out clearly to Han Muyun, she wanted Ouyang Yuyin to be at ease.

She was no longer a child who easily fell in love with herself. She wanted to test her own growth.

"Well, I don't care about your game." Ouyang Yu turned his head and glanced at her. "I'm only waiting for the match to end so that you can clearly see your feelings."

Zhuo Yanfeng no longer spoke.

The light of the setting sun shone on her face. Half of her short hair was blown to the back of her head by the wind, revealing her bright and clean forehead.

There was an indescribable warmth and serenity about her, like a pearl sinking to the bottom of a lake, clear and beautiful in the light.

The childish face that was usually shy gradually had the youth's freedom and fearlessness. In between his brows, there was a self-confidence and heroic spirit that had never existed before.

Ouyang Yu no longer spoke.

The instant he was hugged.

He actually wanted that hug of a girl's.

She had looked at him with a smug smile in her eyes, giving him a sense of happiness.

"That... "I know you let me …" Zhuo Yanfeng felt that it was too quiet, so he added.

Ouyang Yu only smiled, his slender fingers following the rhythm of the music as he lightly tapped the steering wheel. He didn't speak.

"Where are we going?"

"We'll be there soon." He turned the wheel and headed for the mountain road.

The autumn wind was getting cooler and cooler as they got on the Coiling Mountain Highway.

Ouyang Yu turned a corner on a tall, French parasol tree road and soon arrived at the entrance to a seemingly luxurious villa.

"Where is this place?" Zhuo Yanfeng asked as he looked at the towering door in surprise.

"The shelter." Ouyang Yu smiled, parked his car, and added, "A place to take in everything."

"Really, everything can be taken in …" Zhuo Yanfeng watched as the door slowly opened. Inside were the children's laughter, the excited cries of animals, and a few elderly people who were helping each other walk under the setting sun — it wasn't a luxurious villa at all, but a large scale shelter.

"Don't be in a daze, come with me." Ouyang Yu held her hand and walked towards a locust tree not far away.

There sat a woman in a white dress, her long hair tied behind her head. Her back was facing them, as if she was looking at the dead lotus in the pond.

It was just the back of a person, but it carried a unique beauty. Zhuo Yanfeng's heartbeat quickened as he eagerly anticipated the moment she turned her face away.

Ouyang Yu walked behind the woman and suddenly reached out a hand to cover her eyes. He lowered his voice and asked, "Guess who I am."

"Yuer, stop messing around." The woman's voice was gentle as she patted his hand.

Ouyang Yu released her arms and hugged her shoulders, a radiant smile blossoming on his face. "Mom is so awesome. You guessed me right away."

I was stunned. This woman was actually his mother. Moreover, his tone was extremely spoiled as he spoke. His smile was truly brilliant. It was obvious that he really liked his mother.

But why was the Ouyang Family's old master in the shelter?

"You're the only one who knows how to play such a prank." Ouyang Yu's mother's voice was still gentle as she asked with a smile, "Have you been busy with matters of the company recently?" Did you encounter any unhappiness? "

"Mom, don't worry about me. I've come today to introduce someone to you," Ouyang Yu said softly as he pressed his face against hers.

Zhuo Yanfeng immediately felt that something was wrong. A strange feeling rose from the bottom of his heart, as if... In front of the parents.

"Oh?" Her voice was still gentle, without a single ripple. However, her body began to move.

She slowly stood up and turned around, meeting the gaze of the young girl behind her.

Time seemed to come to a standstill, and the restless sounds and hot air around him disappeared in an instant.

In Zhuo Yanfeng's line of sight, there was only half of his face, which was beautiful to the extreme, and the other half that was too horrible to look at.

A red burn scar snaked its way from her left cheek to her neck, comparing with the breathtaking beauty of her right cheek.

However, even though the scar hurt her eyes, it still couldn't hide her noble and elegant temperament.

Her eyes were filled with the indifference and silence that can see through the world, but when she saw Zhuo Yanfeng, a flash of surprise passed through her eyes. Although it was just a flash, I still saw her hand on Ouyang Yu's arm slowly tighten.

"She …" "She is …"

True Image... It's just like Achoo.

Although his facial features had softened a little, but the warmth between his brows made him look just like the lively Ah Zhuo.

"Zhuo Yanfeng." Finally, her name came out lightly from her lips.

The beautiful woman's slightly pale lips slowly formed into a smile. Like a lotus flower, her smile was pure and untainted by the mundane world.

"Hello, Aunty. I'm Zhuo Yanfeng." A few seconds later, she lowered her head and respectfully said, "Young Master Ye, let's go."

No wonder Ouyang Yu was so beautiful. It was because he had such a beautiful mother.

"Yu'er, help mom brew a cup of chrysanthemum tea." She gently turned her head and said to Ouyang Yu.

"Let me go …"

"You're not familiar with this place. It doesn't matter if he goes." She walked around the wooden chair and said indifferently as she walked in front of Zhuo Yanfeng.

"Young Master?" Zhuo Nianfeng didn't know why, but he kept feeling that she was looking at him with a strange gaze.

Even though her heart was strong and her skin was thicker, she was still a little scared. She looked at Ouyang Yu as if asking for help.

He had brought her with him, and without even giving her an introduction, he had thrown her in front of a stranger.

"Young master, please go make tea with my mother." Ouyang Yuxi winked at Zhuo Yanfeng and left with light footsteps.