The president's surrogate wife, he always wants to escape

"Is it over yet?"

Oren asked his mother indifferently, and he was often beaten when he looked at it, otherwise he would not be so calm.

"You...you bastard."

Mrs. Au beat herself so hard that she was out of breath, pointing at Ao Lun with one hand on her waist, unable to speak.

Although she is not short, she is just above the position of Oren's chest, but it does not affect her scolding Oren.

Oren forced himself to hold his forehead calmly. If he was not afraid that his father would force him to go abroad again and imprison him for a few years, he would have thrown his mother downstairs long ago.

The old deacon stretched out his hand and looked at the watch on his wrist, and told Oren very intimately, "There is still an hour before the master goes home. If the master knows that His Royal Highness Sai'an is in your room, second young master, you probably don't know." I have to live on an isolated island for ten years and then come back."

The corner of Oren's mouth twitched, the old deacon's venomous tongue was as serious as ever.

There is no normal person in this family, right?

Oren only felt that his brain was about to explode, and his brows were frowned, one or two believed that he had tied Sai'an here.

"Because you are always not doing personnel affairs, and you have a criminal record, so you can't be trusted."

The old deacon saw through Oren's thoughts, pulled down his sleeves to cover the watch on his wrist, and smiled kindly at Oren with his hands in front of his abdomen. He was obviously swearing, but he smiled kindly.

Oren's face darkened instantly, and he looked at the old deacon coldly.

The old deacon who was threatened with death seemed unable to see Oren's anger, and still smiled at Oren, even the wrinkles in his smile were gentle,

But in fact, his heart is: This young grandson knows that he will cause trouble all day long, and it is best to be beaten to death by his wife, so as not to have to wipe his ass.

The gentle expression on the old deacon's face made him miss Dao Oren so much in his heart.

Oren was pampered and had a prominent family since he was a child, he developed a character of perishing against himself, causing troubles a lot.

In addition, the second son of the family does not need to inherit the family's business, so the parents seldom discipline him. They want him to live freely and comfortably, but in the end he has a cold-blooded, ruthless and violent child.

"Hurry up and send the fourth prince back to the palace. I want to wait for your father to come back and break your legs."

Mrs. Au gave Oren another feather duster, raised her head on her hips, and yelled fiercely at Oren.

"If he doesn't return to the palace, he will live in our house from now on."

"Live in our house? You treat your house as a royal palace and still live in our house. Send me back quickly."

Mrs. Ao's lungs were about to explode, and she kicked Oren angrily, furious.

"Can't you speak well?"

Oren, who had been beaten all the time, was really irritable, but Madam Ao beat her violently with a feather duster when she raised her voice a little, "You still dare to talk back and attack me, your wings are stiff, right?"

Oren was about to go mad with anger, but he couldn't fight back, so he could only block his body with his arms and let Mrs. Ao beat him.

Sai'an on the bed, who was in a drowsy sleep, heard a strange voice, and it was loud, and seemed to wake up accompanied by whipping, and sat up with difficulty while holding his forehead in discomfort.

He opened his sleepy eyes, and what came into his sight was an unfamiliar room, European-style and spacious, with a large balcony facing the place where he got up, and the sunlight lazily shone into the room.

He looked out and saw the courtyard, a rockery with flowing water and a majestic gazebo. Next to the gazebo is a large rose, which looks like a beautiful climbing arch. The wind blows the white gauze curtains on both sides of the window from time to time, slowly flying in the air. , looks a little unreal and dreamy.

"This is...where?"

Sai'an, who was holding his forehead, seemed to have lost his memory, obviously he remembered that he was in the Duke's mansion.

"How did I give birth to such an inhuman scum like you?"

Mrs. Au's scolding came from the door of the room again, and there was the sound of a feather duster hitting Ao Lun's body.

"They said I didn't tie him up, why don't you believe me!"

"What do I believe in you, I believe your sows can climb trees."

……

Hearing the sound of the quarrel, Sai'an supported his drowsy head, and turned his eyes to the door of the room. Only then did he see clearly that it was Oren. He could beat Oren with a feather duster, but he didn't see the beautiful blond lady with a furious face. Pass.

No, it seems, have you seen it?

Sai'an didn't remember it anymore, but he looked familiar, and he was staring at Mrs. Ao in a daze.

"cough!"

The old deacon put his hand to his mouth and cleared his throat, stood up straight and reminded Mrs. Ao, "Madam, the fourth prince is awake."

"Wake up!"

The eyes of Mrs. Ao who scolded Oren lit up, she immediately pushed her son who was in the way and walked quickly into the room, sat on the edge of the bed and looked at Sai'an frantically without blinking her eyes.

Sai'an was startled, subconsciously shrank back, and quickly distanced himself from Mrs. Ao.

What is she doing!

It was the first time for Sai'an to see a woman dare to sit beside his bed, and still look straight at him.

Compared to Sai'an's fear, Mrs. Ao's eyes were red, and she looked at Sai'an with excitement.

AhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhIt looks so delicate like a porcelain doll, and there is no comparison between the two silly big ones in my family. They are not cute at all like the two bears, but they are still cute for small boys.

The most important thing is that he has blond hair and blue eyes, his muscles are like creamy eyelashes like fans, and his face is still tender and tender, and he is beautiful and well-behaved.

Oh my goodness, this kid has no pores at all, so good skin.

Mrs. Ao leaned directly in front of Sai'an, cupped Sai'an's face with both hands and stared wildly.

Sai'an was frightened, retreated and hugged the quilt tightly in his arms, and looked at Mrs. Ao warily.

Why is this person so familiar?

It was the first time for Sai An to meet someone like Mrs. Ao, and he was a little uncomfortable.

"Sorry, sorry, Auntie scared you!"

Mrs. Ao hurriedly apologized, and hid the feather duster behind her back, as if she was afraid of scaring Sai'an.

Sai'an wanted to say something, but he suddenly remembered who the person in front of him was.

I said why it looked familiar, it turned out to be Oren's mother, whom I had met at a banquet before.

Um?Mother Oren?

Sai'an's pupils dilated as if he had just realized it, so this is Oren's house?