Mu Ziqing found Ouyang Tongtong in the garden. The child's skin was very good, and minor injuries could heal easily. As long as the skin was not scratched, it would be almost healed by the next day.
Mu Ziqing approached with a friendly smile, "Tongtong, what are you doing?"
Ouyang Tongtong just glanced at it lightly, then continued to turn around and focus on the game in his hand.
The thousand origami cranes in my hand were folded and unfolded, back and forth, over and over again, feeling happy but not thinking about Shu.
Mu Ziqing told her seriously, "I'm here to apologize on behalf of Haohao. He didn't mean to push it on you last night. I hope you don't worry about it."
"No need." Tongtong said.
Mu Ziqing couldn't help but frown. The girl in front of her was so young that she didn't even make a living. It was originally just a play between children, but she was so serious.
Mu Ziqing couldn't help but be patient, "Tongtong, children must be restrained."
Ouyang Tongtong turned around at that time, tilted his head, and looked at her seriously.
With a smile on Mu Ziqing's face, she reached out and touched Ouyang Tongtong's hair, "Auntie apologizes to you on Haohao's behalf. At this time, you have to say it's okay. Only in this way can you appear generous."
"It doesn't matter." Tongtong said.
"Well, you are a good child like this." Mu Ziqing stretched out her finger and gently touched the scar on her face, but Tongtong frowned and avoided it.
Mu Ziqing's hand stopped in mid-air, moved, took out a stick of ointment, and handed it to her, "This is for wiping the scars on the face. It's not good for girls if they leave scars on their faces."
Tongtong was stunned for a moment, then stretched out his hand to take it, "Oh."
Her eyes were light.
Mu Ziqing reached out and rubbed her hair, smiling and saying, "What a good child."
Tongtong couldn't help but frown when she reached out her hand. It was obvious that she didn't like Mu Ziqing's touch.
Mu Ziqing seemed not to notice, her palms fell on the girl's soft hair, with a smile on her face, "You are so beautiful."
The man in front of him looks like a doll, with delicate skin like glazed white porcelain, small and exquisite facial features, and a pair of black and white eyes. He looks very much like a man from the Ouyang family. What I have to admit is that the genes of the Ouyang family are very good.
A pair of big hands came across, held Mu Ziqing's wrist, and moved her hand away from Ouyang Tongtong's head. The visitor glanced at her and said lightly, "Since you know how important a face is to a person, why?
Let her say forgiveness."
"Jue." Mu Ziqing's face turned pale.
"After following me for so many years, do you know what your biggest shortcoming is?" Yan Jue said coldly, "You are self-righteous!"
Mu Ziqing's face was very ugly, and the smile on her face was forced and forced, "I understand."
Yan Jue didn't know what was wrong with him. Even at such an old age, he could still get angry easily.
He is now in his thirties, and he has become more stable and mature in dealing with things. He is not angry and has few mood swings. People around him are more respectful and fearful of him.
"How is the situation at Yujiang Garden?"
"It's okay." Mu Ziqing said.
It would be better if Miss Yun showed less temperament.
"Yes." Yan Jue said calmly, "You will stay in Yujiang Garden in the near future. There is no need to come here."
Mu Ziqing raised her head suddenly, her face seemed to be painted with a layer of white paint, it was not as pale as usual.
Her mood recovered quickly and she recovered instantly. She smiled and said, "Okay."
When Mu Ziqing left, she looked at Ouyang Tongtong specifically. Was it because of her that Yan Jue issued a ban on her?
Mu Ziqing could clearly sense Ouyang Tongtong's dislike for her, although there was no hostility.
Mu Ziqing is a woman, and she also doesn't like those who don't like her. This is a woman's talent.
Yan Jue, dressed tall and straight in black, stood out in the garden with red flowers and green leaves. He suddenly remembered the several times he had seen the little girl Ouyang Tongtong. She was so thinly dressed and had a pair of black eyes like glass.
In my heart, I felt depressed.
His voice was a little dry, "I apologize to you on behalf of Haohao."
He had just stood in the garden and had already heard the whole story clearly. He originally thought that the injury on her face was caused by the nanny secretly bullying her, but he did not expect that it was Ouyang Tianhao.
This was the first time Yan Jue apologized to someone, so he was a little uncomfortable, especially when the other person was a four-year-old girl.
"Uncle, you really don't need it," Tongtong said.
Yan Jue raised his eyebrows and looked at her.
"Tongtong doesn't feel any pain, really." Tongtong said.
Yan Jue's heart felt like a thorn, and it hurt.
He pursed his lips, his eyes darkened, and stared at the girl in front of him for a moment.
Is she really only four years old?
Yan Jue didn't talk much. He also had time to chat with a four-year-old girl. These few minutes were enough.
As he turned to leave, Ouyang Tongtong's voice came from behind again, "Uncle, don't blame brother, he really didn't mean it."
Yan Jue paused, said nothing, and strode away.
In the afternoon, when Ouyang Tianhao came back from school, he was not picked up by Mu Ziqing. He was uneasy all the way. When he got home, he hesitated at the door, lowering his head as if he had done something wrong. He was worried that the matter had been exposed. Ouyang
If that pesky Tongtong complains to his grandfather or father, he will definitely be in trouble.
Suddenly a cold voice came from behind, "What are you doing standing here?"
When Ouyang Tianhao turned around, he saw that Yan Jue was still followed by a group of people. They were holding data reports printed with ink, or holding handheld computers, and followed Yan Jue to report the data.
After seeing the person clearly, Ouyang Tianhao said with surprise, "Dad!"
He stretched out his arms and hugged Yan Jue's thigh tightly, his voice a bit coquettish.
Yan Jue tore him apart without leaving any trace, "Stand still!"
Ouyang Tianhao reluctantly let go of him, "Dad, have you just come back?"
Yan Jue didn't answer him, but patted him on the shoulder and said calmly, "Go in."
Ouyang Tianhao couldn't help but feel a little disappointed.
He was selfish and conflicted in his heart. In fact, he wanted his father to know about pushing Ouyang Tongtong down the stairs, but also hoped that he didn't know. If his father knew that he pushed Ouyang Tongtong down the stairs, how would he punish him?
Yan Jue no longer looked at him, turned around and said to the group behind him, "Continue!"
A group of people surrounded Yan Jue like a wind and quickly walked away. Ouyang Tianhao watched his father leave with envy, admiring him in his heart.
When he grows up, he wants to be a brave and strong man like his father.
Ouyang Tianhao was surprised. Not only did Ouyang Tongtong not report to his grandfather, he sat at the dining table with them in the afternoon and ate as if nothing was wrong.
While eating, he secretly looked at Ouyang Tongtong. He saw that she ate very little and her arms were very thin. No wonder he could knock her down with a push. If he were like her, he might be bullied by those classmates in school.
die.
The more Ouyang Tianhao thought about it, the more frightened he became. He tossed his bowl of rice a few times and asked the servant to fill another bowl. After eating it quickly, he felt his round belly and felt satisfied.
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Los Angeles, USA.
Ouyang Ye was temporarily called away by a phone call. The servants at home were neglectful and too lax. Su Jinse took advantage of this opportunity and walked out of the castle.
Walking on the street, she realized that the surrounding environment was unfamiliar to her. She had been in the room for a long time, and when she suddenly came out, she seemed out of tune with the world.
They were talking fluently in English, but she couldn't understand what they were talking about, and she couldn't understand a word of the sounds around them.
A person walks alone on the sunny street, breathes the fresh air, and slowly wakes up.
The people around her looked at her with strange eyes, and she ran away.
She fled from one street to another, and the eyes that looked at her became more and more weird. They looked at her from time to time while talking, as if to say, look, she is crazy.
As if seeing a fly, he stepped aside in disgust. Why hasn't such a woman with mental problems been sent to a mental hospital?
A group of children sprayed her with water guns. She couldn't understand a word of English they spoke, but she saw disgust in their eyes.
She kept running, running and running. Not only did the number of people behind her not decrease, but there were more.
A sports car passed by the roadside. The woman in the car accidentally looked out the window and said, "Hey, the wind is stopping."
The silver-gray Rolls-Royce parked on the side of the road, and the man wondered, "What's wrong?"
Su Qingge's beautiful face showed a trace of surprise. She pointed at the roadside, where a woman wearing a white cotton skirt waved a stick at passers-by. It was obvious at a glance that she had a mental problem.
"Look, does she look like the same person?"
Murong Feng glanced at it, with a look of regret on his face, and said in a calm voice, "Well, it's a pity."
What a pity he is a lunatic.
Who doesn't know that the person his wife described as resembling him has passed away many years ago, and when he thinks about it, Murong Feng still laments that things are impermanent.
Carpe diem and be content with what you have.
What makes him happy is that his wife is still there and they will be together forever.
"The wind is wrong." Su Qingge shook his head cautiously, "Look over there!"
The more Su Jinse ran, the more confused she became. She panicked and pushed away the children who came up to kick and beat him, "I'm not crazy, I'm not crazy."
Those little feet kicked her body one after another. It wasn't very painful, but it was painful.
She was at a loss what to do.
She just wanted to go out for a walk alone, and Ouyang Ye didn't allow her to wander around, so she sneaked out.
"…psycho…"
Some similar words came out of those people's mouths, and at some point there were some adults around her, and they, along with the children, chased her.
"Ah..." she screamed loudly.
Roaring hysterically.
She covered her ears, squatted down and curled up into a ball.
She was pushed around and her mood gradually became agitated, as if she was out of control.
Su Jinse grabbed a wooden stick from somewhere and threw it at the people who were ridiculing her, "Go away...go..."
"Wow!"
The loud crying of the child woke her up completely.
When she saw clearly what she had just sat on, her face was dull, and the wooden stick fell from her hand.
The little boy was holding his injured forehead, blood was seeping out from where it was, like running water, and he looked at himself with fear on his face.
The boy's cry angered everyone, and they punched her again. A pair of arms crossed over, and Jinse came and went in someone's arms. When they looked up, there was an anxious face, "Jinse."
A group of bodyguards behind Ouyang Ye dispersed the passers-by, and he held her tightly in his arms in the middle of the road.
"Jinse, you scared me, do you know that?"
Murong Feng looked serious. He glanced at the two people hugging each other tightly in the middle of the road, turned to his wife and said, "It seems that some things need to be investigated carefully..."