Chapter 6693 (1/2)

Apart from Ouyang Beiluo, the identity of Ouyang Bin's brother's mother has always been a mystery in Ouyang family. No one knows who Ouyang bin and Ouyang Qing's mother are!

It's not that no one doubts that the child may not belong to Ouyang Beiluo, but as Ouyang bin and Ouyang Qing grow up, they almost have the same face as Ouyang Beiluo, and this kind of speculation will not exist!

After all, Ouyang clan leader's four sons, the eldest son and the youngest son are only five points like him, but the second son and the third son are nine points like him. If they are not born, then the eldest and the fourth are even more impossible!

In addition, Ouyang bin and Ouyang Qing's excellent talents are beyond the reach of other young disciples of Ouyang family. More and more elders of Ouyang family love the second and third childe very much!

After all, if a family wants to prosper forever, only if its offspring are strong can the family be strong all the time. Even the young master of Ouyang family can't be compared with the second and third childe. Moreover, Ouyang bin and Ouyang Qing don't covet the position of the young master at all. They are very sensible and polite!

Such a genius, Ouyang family naturally like it!

Who would have thought that except for this kind of thing, if today's accident happened to the head of the Ouyang family or the fourth son of the Ouyang family, they would only be angry, but not heartache!

However, what happened was the genius of the two Ouyang families that the family and Ouyang family coveted most, which they could not accept!

The elders of the Ouyang family are more and more angry. It's not that they really have deep feelings with the Ouyang bin brothers. It's that the young leader of the Ouyang family, Ouyang Fei, and the fourth son, Ouyang Wen, are both ignorant dandies!

I haven't seen my brothers have been in trouble for so long. The young masters of Ouyang family are not here!

The more I think about it, the more I can't help sighing

How can Ouyang Beiluo, who is sitting in the courtyard, not hear the sigh of the elder?