The emperor chases his wife: a black-bellied husband clings to the door

Chapter 477
"Old Mr. Ouyang, why don't you just say it directly?"

Leaving the dinner party, Xia Yumo went straight in.

Ouyang Yinuo smiled slightly. At this time, after he lost his power as the pillar of a big family, he looked no different from an ordinary old man.

This time, his attitude towards Xia Yumo was even a little kind.

"I heard that Miss Xia shot a horse with her own hands before the start of the jockey meeting?"

Xia Yumo was not surprised that he would know about this. In the headquarters of the Ouyang family, nothing could be hidden from Ouyang Yinuo's eyes.

Moreover, what she did was still such a sensational thing.

What surprised her was that Ouyang Yinuo would personally intervene in this matter.

To Ouyang Yinuo, killing a horse should be a trivial matter.

"Yes"

"I never thought that Miss Xia's marksmanship is so good."

"Learn now and sell now."

"Just because you are learning and selling now, it shows that you are very talented in this area... It's a pity"

Ouyang Yinuo said and shook his head.

Xia Yumo didn't answer.

She knew he was, but it was a pity that she learned too late.

If possible, she would rather never touch such a murder weapon in her life.

"sit"

Ouyang Yinuo took her to the small garden and sat down.

Under the light, the whole small garden is as bright as day.

Sitting opposite Ouyang Yinuo, Xia Yumo wondered in her heart what he meant by calling herself out alone and chatting so hard.

After the two sat down, someone came over with a scroll.

Ouyang Yinuo motioned for the person to put down the things.

The servant immediately put down his things and backed away.

Ouyang Yinuo took the scroll and slowly unfolded it.

Seeing the contents of the scroll, Xia Yumo was stunned for a moment, and couldn't help asking curiously, "Why is this painting here with you?"

This painting was originally drawn by my grandmother as a thank you gift to Ouyang Hanting in order to thank Ouyang Hanting for his rescue.

Ouyang Yinuo didn't seem to hear Xia Yumo's words, and slowly stroked the screen with his fingers, with a bit of nostalgia, nostalgia, and melancholy.

I don't know whether he is reminiscing about the figure in full bloom on the screen, or reminiscing about the painter.

Xia Yumo also didn't want to investigate further, she was concentrating on guessing what Ouyang Yinuo meant and what he was planning.

"Is your grandma all right these years?"

When Ouyang Yinuo came back to his senses, he asked.

"very good"

Xia Yumo's answer was very concise.

Before her grandma told her about the past, she had never seen that her grandma had experienced such a deep betrayal and suffered such a heavy injury.

If it weren't for the person in front of her and the painting spread out on the table, she might have thought that grandma's wounds had already healed, but now she knows that grandma just hid those pains in the deepest part of her heart. People just see it.

If you really forgot, you really have healed, and I'm afraid you won't be able to draw this picture.

"Is it really good?" Ouyang Yinuo said softly, "Such a stubborn woman..."

There were helplessness and sighs, and Xia Yumo even heard a little pain of defeat.

She suddenly had the illusion that the strong old man in front of her had become a little fragile and a little... tired.

"It's better to be broken than to be whole. She is always so demanding and perfect, and she is not even willing to compromise. She even gave me more than half a year. She disappeared so completely in my world."

The tone of these words actually carried a bit of chill.

Xia Yumo felt a chill in her bones, and suddenly discovered that Ouyang Hanting had completely inherited certain aspects from the old man in front of him.

They are all the same... overbearing and stubborn.

She didn't know how Ouyang Yinuo got this painting, and why he called her here to say such things to her.

(End of this chapter)