Luo Jinyu and Yang Chuchu's eldest son's side officially opened.
The gloomy sky seems to be a big rainstorm, and even the air is compressed and thin. It's already early in the morning. Joanne, who has just fallen asleep, is suddenly awakened. She opens her eyes and sees her mother standing beside her bed with a mobile phone in her hand.
"Ann, get up, hurry up, I know where your father is. This time, I must catch him. I'd like to see who the shameless mistress is. You go up and tear her face for me."
Her mother stooped and pushed her hard. She thought she didn't wake up and spoke very loudly.
"Mom, how late is it? Still going?"
Joanne is not used to it. Her mother is always suspicious. Since she was thirteen years old, she has taken her to catch her father's adultery from time to time. But several times, she has made a joke of herself. Her father seems to be more indifferent to her. Doesn't she give up?
"You have to go. Are you my biological child?
Don't you care if I live or die?
"Qiao's mother suddenly burst into tears.
"Well, I'll go, I'll change my clothes..." "Don't change, it's not going to the show. We'll catch the adulterer. Hurry downstairs. You drive."
Her mother wiped her tears, gritted her teeth with hatred, turned around and went downstairs.
Joanne looks at her pajamas and pajamas. Fortunately, they are thick and not revealing. She has to pull her long hair painfully and get out of bed. This is really the last time. If there is a next time, she will encourage her parents to divorce.
Joanne drives the car, listening to her mother's crying and cursing all the way, and comes to the door of a five-star hotel.
"Pa!"
Overhead, a flash of lightning flashed, and the deafening sound made Joanne shiver like a dog. She covered her ears and hurriedly dragged her mother into the hotel, fearing that she would be struck by lightning.
Qiao's mother doesn't hear the thunder. Her heart is dead like ashes. Her life, which she has worked for many years, is crumbling. How can she be afraid of death?
If you want to die, you have to take your playboy husband with you.
Joanne immediately told the receptionist that she was looking for someone. The receptionist looked at her in confusion.
The mother and daughter entered the elevator along the way. The two of them were wearing pajamas, and the other's hair was disheveled. They looked like female ghosts who had come to claim lives. It was really scary.
"What's your room number?"
Joanne asked.
"Top floor, presidential suite, room 5508."
His mother's eyes were red and swollen. Her eyes were lifeless, but her spirit was excited. It was obvious that she had full confidence this time.
"Ann, take out your mobile phone and take a picture for me later. Take a picture of that shameless woman. I must make her lose her reputation."
Qiao-mu gritted her teeth.
"Oh, got it."
Joanne took out her phone and set it to camera mode.
The elevator dinged. The mother and daughter quickly ran to the corridor and found the room number along the way.
"Mom, the door doesn't seem to be closed properly."
Joanne looked at the door sharply. God really helped her and her daughter. The door was unlocked.
"Go in and film. Hurry up and film. Don't let that little b * tch off."
Ann's mother angrily pushed the door in and shouted at her daughter.
Joanne immediately went in with her mobile phone and ran all the way from the living room to the bedroom. Her movements were skillful and neat.
In the bedroom, a tall body is wearing a bath towel and preparing to change clothes. Suddenly, he sees the woman who breaks in and holds her mobile phone to him. His cold eyes are gloomy in an instant. He asks coldly and angrily, "who are you?"
"Ah?
Not my dad? "
Joanne's beautiful eyes were stunned for a moment. She quickly put down her mobile phone, said sorry and turned to run out.
"Mom, it's wrong. It's not dad. Did you get the room number wrong again?"
As Joanne ran out, she grabbed her mother's arm and took her out of the room.
"Not your father's room?
It's impossible. The location on my mobile phone is this room 5509. Is it next door? "
Qiao's mother just cried her eyes out, so she saw the wrong number.
"Don't make a mistake again."
Joanne is speechless to her mother. The scene just now is really embarrassing.
"No, it's this room."
Qiao's mother wants to knock on the door.
Joanne grabs her arm and squints: "I'll do it."
At this time, a tall and young figure comes out of the gate nearby. Gu Beiyuan stares coldly at the mother and daughter outside the door.
Joanne can't care about shame at the moment. After knocking on the door gently, she says anxiously to the room in a very professional voice: "distinguished guests, hello, we have a room downstairs on fire. Please evacuate quickly."
After a while, the door was quickly opened. It was Qiao's father. At the same time, there was a woman's voice of panic and fear: "old Joe, is there a fire?
Let's run away. "
"Where are you going, you bitch?"
Qiao's mother immediately screamed and rushed in, and Joanne quickly raised her mobile phone and ran in.
"Ah, old Joe, help, your tigress pulls my hair."
A woman screamed inside.
Joanne raised her hand and patted the woman down. Suddenly, she saw that her mother seemed to be at a disadvantage. She quickly put her mobile phone in her bag and joined the battle group.
"Let go of my mother, you bitch."
"No, oh, my hair …" The three women in the room tore into a group. Qiao's father watched coldly. Finally, he roared angrily, "Zhang Xiuzhu, Joanne, get out of here."
Qiao's father's voice stopped the three people who were tearing. Joanne's face was torn a few times, and both mother and daughter were in a mess.
"Qiao Dawei, I want to divorce you."
Zhang Xiuzhu screamed at the top of her voice.
"Well, leave at dawn. Get out of here."
Qiao's father came directly and dragged the mother and daughter out of the door: "Zhang Xiuzhu, I've had enough of you. Get out of here."
Joanne stood beside her with a pale face, looking at the tears in her mother's eyes. She bit her teeth secretly and took her mother's hand: "let's go back. Don't make trouble with him in the future. He won't change."
As she passed by the door next to her, Joanne heard a heavy closing sound. Her heart trembled. She looked at the door and thought of the gloomy eyes of the man who had just broken in. She was secretly annoyed.
In the elevator, Zhang Xiuzhu leaned against the elevator wall with a pale face and a dull look: "Ann, why are you not a son?"
Joanne's expression is stiff. Here it comes again. Is mom going to read it all her life?
"If you were a son, your father wouldn't ignore you so much, and he wouldn't dare to divorce me."
Zhang Xiuzhu covered her face and cried bitterly, crying out of endless sadness.
Joanne looked up at the sky, and her eyes were full of inferiority. Yes, why is she not a son?
Is mom's marriage not happy because she is not a son?
Dad runs out every day to find a woman outside to vent his anger. Is it because she is not a son?
But who has the ability to choose their own birth?
She also wanted to be a son. She also wanted to be valued by others. She wanted to be born in a happy family, not like now. She looked bright on the outside, but in fact, she had long been rotten on the inside. People outside still called her the eldest daughter of the Qiao family, but the extravagant clothes and jade food were only on the surface. She lived a miserable life.
"Mom, you divorce. I rent a house outside to support you. I don't study anymore. I'm going to work. It's better than living in Qiao's house. It's better to live at people's faces."
Joanne finally made a decision. She would take her mother away and leave the disappointing Qiao's family.
"Divorce?"
Zhang Xiuzhu raised her face. She was at a loss. She had never thought of divorce. If she divorced, she would be nothing. Now outsiders still respected her as Mrs. Qiao. Her daughter was the eldest daughter of the Qiao family. If she divorced, she would be nothing.
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