Hidden Marriage in a Rich Family: The Daughter Wife of a Billionaire CEO

Murong Wu was thinking just now that if she had been polite before, she would have called Chairman Ouyang if you were polite, and would have called him by name directly, but seeing Ouyang Sheng's actions and hearing what he said to Chu Xinyun just now, she suddenly became a little confused .

Ouyang Sheng was also dumbfounded by this question. Before seeing him, Murong Wu would blow his nose and stare. This seems to be the first time Murong Wu talked to him calmly, but what should be called? Dad, but remembering that even Ouyang Chen didn't bother to call him 'Dad' before, how could she do that? Thinking of this, she couldn't help laughing at herself.

"As you like", this seemed to be the first time Ouyang Sheng spoke to Murong Wu so calmly.

He didn't like her from the first time he saw her, which actually made Murong Wu very puzzled, how did she offend him?

"Then I'll call you Chairman Ouyang," Murong Wu said after a lot of struggle.

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"It's okay, I'll leave." Murong Wu interrupted him, turned and left.

She was afraid that once she opened the conversation with Ouyang Sheng, Miss would no longer be under her control.

Ouyang Sheng looked at Murong Wu's somewhat embarrassed figure, then turned to face Chu Xinyun's tombstone and said again: "This is Xiaochen's wife, but I don't like her, I know you must like her very much, I will try my best to Let yourself like her, don't worry." Turning around, she had disappeared.

Murong Wu was walking alone on the road, the bell rang at midnight, and the streets were full of people. At this moment of national celebration, she once again felt that she was an orphan abandoned by the world, alone and independent.

It was almost one o'clock when we got home.

"Young Madam, you can be considered to be back." Aunt Liu had been standing at the door waiting for Murong Wu, and when she saw Murong Wu came back, she hurriedly stepped forward to put a coat on her.

"Aunt Liu, go back and rest." Murong Wu looked at Aunt Liu with some guilt.

Aunt Liu originally wanted to say something, but seeing Murong Wu's appearance, she didn't say anything.

"Young Madam doesn't rest", Uncle Liu stood far away and didn't hear what Murong Wu said.

Aunt Liu glanced at Murong Wu, and sighed deeply: "Hey, how can the young lady sleep?"

There was nothing the husband and wife could do, so they stood at the door and watched for a while before they entered Hui's room.

Murong Wu walked in the yard alone, every place was their memories.

"Ouyang Chen, push harder, it's too low." Murong Wu was sitting on the swing, and Ouyang Chen pushed her from behind.

I walked around the swing again and again, and sat down slowly, but there was no longer that person and those hands behind me.

Sitting down, standing up again, I wanted to escape from this swing frame full of memories, but found that every inch of land here has their memories.

They planted the flowers and plants in the garden with their own hands. In the past, the laughter and laughter still lingered in my ears, but today they are different.

He once hugged himself here, and he was so happy when she bought him a gift for the first time.

"Ouyang Chen, I'm cold."

That was when they quarreled, because of this sentence, he would surrender and hug her without shoes, full of pampering.

Back in the house, there is the sound of him being busy in the kitchen, and he will smile and call himself to eat: "Yiyi, skipping breakfast is not good for your health."

Every time she would reply with a petulant wayward way: "I don't like to eat this".

"Okay, then I'll do it again for you", he never bothered.

He gently stretched out his hand, trying to catch the coffee she handed him, but when he stretched out his hand, there was nothing, like a puff of fog, a puff of smoke, drifting away without a trace.

After leaving the kitchen, their laughter echoed throughout the living room.