Tycoon mommy and president daddy

"Do you like that little teacher very much?" Yang Wenya asked with a warm voice, holding ou Yue\'s small hand.

Ou Yue nodded and explained, "teacher Xiaochu is very good to me and my brother, but my brother just doesn\'t like teacher Xiaochu, because my brother doesn\'t want teacher Xiaochu to be our stepmother."

Ou Zhen and Yang Wenya looked at each other and said in unison, "your brother\'s idea is right."

"Grandpa and grandma don\'t love me anymore! I want daddy to take me home!"

Ouyue Ruannuo said unhappily, ran up the stairs and entered her small room. She took out her mobile phone and dialed oubeichen.

At the moment, Ou Beichen is on the golf course with his partner. As soon as he receives a call from Xiao Mianao, listening to her wronged voice, he immediately makes an appointment with his partner to get together another day and drives to the old house.

As soon as he stopped the car, he saw Ou Yue sitting on the steps, holding his beautiful little face and pouting.

On the phone, she only asked him to come and pick her up, but she didn\'t say why.

He frowned, darted to Ou Yue and held her in his arms, "Why are you unhappy?"

"Brother doesn\'t mean what he says!" Ouyue looked at oubeichen with big eyes and told oubeichen the origin of the matter.

After hearing this, Ou Beichen frowned more and more tightly.

The key information he captured is: Xia Weichu actually led her son to the door to beat his son! how absurd!

"Daddy, did my brother break his promise and do wrong?" Ou Yue asked anxiously.

"I didn\'t! Obviously you helped the stars, distracted me, and read the seconds quickly, which made me lose!" oucan\'s childish and tough voice suddenly rang at the door.

Ou Beichen raised his eyebrows and looked at ou can with deep eyebrows. His small fists were clenched together and looked very excited.

His son knows that he is a child with strong self-esteem and pride.

Ou Beichen said faintly, "if you don\'t think so, then you don\'t."

"Hum!" Ou Yue was unhappy and rubbed his calf down to the ground. "Daddy is partial to his brother again!"

The next second, she ran into oubeichen\'s luxury car.

Ou can muttered, "you still favor outsiders!" after that, he was unwilling to show weakness and ran into Ou Beichen\'s luxury car.

Oubeichen clubbed in place, and his slender fingers rubbed the center of his eyebrows.

Ou can and Ou Yue have always been very united. Little brothers and sisters seldom quarrel, so he is not good at dealing with such quarrels, not to mention the heartbreaking topic of "favoritism".

As a result, even if his handling is fair in this matter, Ou Yue will think it is eccentric.

Headache!

Facing the recent quarrels between his little brother and sister, he really has no time and energy to deal with such things.

He took the cell phone in his trouser pocket, dialed Xia Weichu\'s phone and said angrily, "Xia Weichu, blame you for what you did!"

"Me, what\'s the matter?"

Xia Weichu\'s voice in the microphone was confused, which made Ou Beichen even more angry. "Two children, because you are always making trouble, you are still interested in asking me what\'s the matter? Come to my house immediately and solve this problem!"

"Beep -"

Xia Weichu lived in the living room, listening to the blind sound from the microphone, and the light of stars lit up again in his eyes.

She wants to communicate with Ou Beichen again!

If she can\'t, she can only take risks, although in that case, it\'s equivalent to a hard encounter with the two elders of the European family.

But she may not lose!

She thought again and again, pushed open the door of Xingchen\'s bedroom and found that Xu had a taekwondo competition. Xingchen was so tired that she lay in bed and didn\'t know when to sleep.

She bent over and kissed her little prince gently.

"Baby, thank you for your efforts. Have a good sleep."

After leaving a note for the stars, she turned and left.

Half an hour later, Xia Weichu walked into Ruifeng villa.

As soon as she entered the luxurious living room, she saw Ou Beichen sitting in the living room with a gloomy and handsome face and a cold air. She didn\'t say a word, as if she was waiting for her, or just thinking.