Sunday.
The sky was clear, and there was a slight breeze.
Dong Xuebing woke up in the morning and took a taxi to Hufang Road to get his Cayenne. After that, he drove to the beauty salon in the northern part of the city.
Dong Xuebing entered and saw his mother talking on the phone with her back facing him.
"You all are arriving? Xiao Bing and I will go over now. "
"Haha … Xiao Bing is there?"
"Yes. He is on a business trip and is in Beijing."
"Ok. See you later. Don't let Xiao Bing drive too fast."
After hanging up, Luan Xiaoping turned and saw her son. She smiled. "Your Uncle Yang is calling. We are reaching the city now."
Dong Xuebing pretended not to know. "Eh? Who are you?"
Luan Xiaoping gave him a stare. "Who do you think I am?"
"You are my mother?" Dong Xuebing exclaimed. "I didn't recognize you. You are so pretty today."
"Haha …" Luan Xiaoping looks at herself in the mirror and is satisfied.
Dong Xuebing will be lying if he didn't recognize her. They had been living together for so many years, and even if Luan Xiaoping covered her head, Dong Xuebing will still recognize her. But she is too pretty. Luan Xiaoping had put on the clothes and shoes Dong Xuebing bought for her yesterday. She is wearing a small blouse, a light-colored skirt, fashionable high heels, a bright red handbag, and a necklace and earrings. Dong Xuebing's mother looks like a different person, and the makeup at the beauty salon had covered most of her wrinkles. She looks like she is seven or eight years younger.
Dong Xuebing was surprised. "Mum, you are amazing today. Err … did anyone try to flirt with you before I came over?"
Luan Xiaoping blushed and cleared her throat.
Dong Xuebing exclaimed. "Really? Who is it? "
Luan Xiaoping replied. "I don't know. He asked me for my number, but I ignored him."
"Hahaha." Dong Xuebing laughed. "Mum, you are so charming. You are so charming."
Luan Xiaoping laughed. "Go away. Don't step on me. Don't be so rude."
"Let me take another look." Dong Xuebing was overjoyed. He stood in front of his mother and looked at her. "Not bad. You are so beautiful. If you walk over like this, Uncle Yang will be scared to death. I dare to guarantee that they will not recognize you if they see you in person!"
Luan Xiaoping laughed. "It's not that exaggerated."
"It's that exaggerated!"
"… Mom is really beautiful? Is this really okay? "
"Alright! He couldn't be any better! Let's go! Let's go! "
The moment they stepped out of the beauty salon, a few men's gazes landed on Luan Xiaoping. After a while, their gazes landed back on her and sneaked glances at Luan Xiaoping. Even her mother had turned around now. Dong Xuebing is satisfied. He held his mother's hand and helped her into the car. To get back at Yang Zhaojuan and the rest, Dong Xuebing took off his Patek Philippe watch and let his mother wear it. His mother's outfit is worth at least 3 million RMB now, and it's a scary figure.
OK!
Let's go!
…
Guang An Men.
On the side road in front of China Construction Bank.
An Audi with Hebei license plate stopped by the roadside. This is the place where Luan Xiaoping and Dong Xuebing had agreed to meet. Today is a private matter, and Yang Zhaode did not ask his driver to come over. The driver is his brother-in-law, Yang Zhaojuan's husband. Yang Zhaojuan is sitting in the front passenger seat, and Yang Zhaode, Yang Zhaofen, and Old Madam Yang are sitting in the back.
"Mum, why are you looking so serious all the way here?" Yang Zhaode turned to his mother with a smile. "Who made you unhappy?"
Old Madam Yang did not say a word and sat quietly.
Yang Zhaojuan blinked. "Brother, our mother thinks you and Xiaoping are not suitable for each other."
Dong Xuebing's brother-in-law nudged his wife, Yang Zhaojuan, lightly.
Yang Zhaode is not angry and laughed. "What do you think, Zhaofen?"
Su Jia's mother, Yang Zhaofen, replied. "I think Sister Luan is a good person, and I had met her son." Luan Xiaoping had given Su Jia an expensive ring, and Dong Xuebing had helped her daughter get an internship at Xin Hua News Agency. Yang Zhaofen had to speak up for Luan Xiaoping.
Yang Zhaojuan pouted. "Sis, our mother is not saying Xiaoping is a bad person. It's just that she is not a good match for my brother."
Yang Zhaode has a good temper. "You keep talking to our mother, and I think you are the one who said this. Hahaha."
Old Madam Yang said. "What Zhaojuan said is right. Xiaoping is a good person, but her family's conditions are not good." In their family, Yang Zhaojuan is the youngest sister and Old Madam Yang's daughter. Although Yang Zhaojuan does not have a proper job and changes jobs every few days, Old Madam Yang dotes on her. "Also, Xiaoping's family is from the countryside, right?"
Yang Zhaode laughed. "Then why did you and Zhaojuan come over?"
"Let's see how her family is doing first." Old Madam Yang replied. "We are here to help you."
Yang Zhaode was about to say something when a black Porsche Cayenne stopped beside them. Yang Zhaojuan looked at the car and praised. "Nice car! Beijingers are so rich."
Yang Zhaofen replied. "The capital is full of rich people. Is this a Porsche?"
"Yes." Yang Zhaojuan looks at her watch. "How come Xiaoping is not here yet?"
Yang Zhaode replied. "We will meet at 10 pm. There is still 15 minutes left."
"Eh? That young man looks familiar." Yang Zhaofen suddenly looks up and saw a back view of a man.
A young man opened the door of the Cayenne and reached out to hold the door. A moment later, a beautiful and graceful middle-aged woman slowly walked out of the car. She was wearing Chanel, an LV on her hand, and a Patek Philippe on her wrist. She exuded an air of "nobility".
Yang Zhaojuan looked at them enviously. "A big city is indeed a big city. You can see people dressed up so lavishly on the streets. Are they going to the Paris Fashion Festival?" Yang Zhaojuan knows what's going on and knows this outfit is worth at least a few million.
Suddenly, the young man and woman in front turned and walked towards their car.
Yang Zhaode paused for a second. "Eh? Xiaoping? Xiao Bing? "
Yang Zhaojuan and the rest had only met Luan Xiaoping once or twice, but Yang Zhaode recognized her immediately.
"Xiaoping? Is she here? "Yang Zhaojuan looked out of the window and still couldn't find her." Where is she? "
Yang Zhaode smiled. "She is the one you said is going to the Paris Fashion Festival."
Yang Zhaojuan's pupils suddenly shrank. She looked over dumbfoundedly and was stunned. "Huh? That's Xiaoping?! "
Yang Zhaofen also recognized her. "That's right!"
The few of them alighted from the car and were shocked. This is too big of a change!
Luan Xiaoping held her son's hand and walked over. "Zhao Fen, Zhao Juan." She turns to introduce. "Zhao Juan, have you met before? This is my son, Xiao Bing. "
His eyes lingered on Yang Zhaojuan for a while. He remembered her. You are the one who humiliated my mother, right? Fine!
Yang Zhaojuan was still confused. "Xiaoping, why are you …"
Yang Zhaode smiled and looked at Luan Xiaoping. "Zhao Juan and Zhao Fen did not recognize you. Why are you dressed up so nicely today? I don't even dare to recognize you. "
Luan Xiaoping was embarrassed, but she was satisfied to see Zhao Juan looking at her in such a beautiful way.
Yang Zhaojuan was shocked by Luan Xiaoping's outfit. She felt she is one head shorter when standing next to Luan Xiaoping. Where did she get this outfit? Yang Zhaojuan did not recognize Luan Xiaoping at first glance!
After chatting for a while, Dong Xuebing and Luan Xiaoping greeted Old Madam Yang and Brother-in-law.
Old Madam Yang looked at Luan Xiaoping warmly. She did not expect Luan Xiaoping to become so pretty all of a sudden. Her impression of Luan Xiaoping had changed.
A few minutes later, Yang Zhaode said. "Let's go. This is not the place to talk."
Yang Zhaojuan was puzzled. She looked away from Luan Xiaoping's diamond necklace and smiled. "That's right. Xiaoping, let's go to your house."
Dong Xuebing looked at her and said. "Ok."
"Our car is a little crowded." Yang Zhaode walked over. "Let's go. I will take Xiao Bing's car."
Dong Xuebing smiled and opened the door for Yang Zhaode and Dong Xuebing's mother.
In the car.
Yang Zhaode asked. "When did you change your car?"
"Haha … I changed it a long time ago."
Luan Xiaoping asked softly. "Xiao Bing, are we going to Heping Street?"
"Don't worry about it." Dong Xuebing will not bring them to that small apartment at North Heping Street. It's too shabby. Since he had decided to do it, he must do it to the end for his mother. Our family is poor? Fine! I'll f * cking teach you a lesson!
Yang Zhaode could sense the rivalry between them. He looked at Luan Xiaoping. "Haha … what's wrong?"
"Nothing, Uncle Yang." Dong Xuebing laughed. "I am fine."
Luan Xiaoping patted her son's back and looked at Yang Zhaode. "My son dotes on me. He said this is the first time our families are meeting, and he wants me to look good."
Yang Zhaode laughed and held Luan Xiaoping's hand. "I don't know what brand you are wearing. But from Zhaojuan's expression, it should be worth tens of thousands."
Luan Xiaoping does not know what to say.
Yang Zhaode was stunned. "More?"
Luan Xiaoping mumbled. "More than 1 million."
Yang Zhaode took in a deep breath. "Wow." He laughed and looked at Dong Xuebing. "Xiao Bing, you really dote on your mother. More than 1 million RMB is more than ten years of my salary."
"He's just messing around." Although Luan Xiaoping said this, she felt warm in her heart. Her son was making her proud.
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