As soon as he got up in the morning, Dong Xuebin took a taxi to Hufang Road to pick up his Cayenne, and then drove to the beauty center in Beicheng singing a small tune.
As soon as I opened the door and walked in, I saw my mother with her back to this side, talking on the phone in the rest area.
"Are you almost here? Xiaobin and I will go there right away."
"Haha, is Xiaobin here too?"
"Well, he was on a business trip and happened to be in Beijing."
"Okay, I'll see you later. Don't let Xiaobin drive too fast. Don't be in a hurry."
After hanging up the phone, Luan Xiaoping turned around and saw her son. She smiled and said, "You, Uncle Yang, have called. We are almost in the city."
Dong Xuebin pretended to be stupid and said: "Hey, who are you?"
Luan Xiaoping glared at him, "Who do you think mom is?"
"Are you my mother?" Dong Xuebin said, "I didn't even recognize you. You are so beautiful today."
"Nonsense, haha..." Luan Xiaoping lowered her head and looked in the mirror, and she seemed very satisfied.
It's a lie that she didn't recognize her. The two of them have been living together for so many years. Even if Luan Xiaoping covers her head, Dong Xuebin can still recognize her. But she is so beautiful but it's true. At this moment, Luan Xiaoping has already bought all the clothes and shoes that Dong Xuebin bought for her yesterday.
Wearing them all, a small shirt, a thin jacket, a light-colored skirt, fashionable high-heeled shoes and a bright red handbag on her arm, plus the necklace and earrings, the whole person's temperament is instantly uplifted.
, the hair that was dyed black by baking oil and permed into big curls on the back of her head also made my mother look very graceful, as if she were a different person. The makeup done by the beauty center also covered up most of the wrinkles.
I wish I were seven or eight years younger.
Dong Xuebin was amazed, "Mom, you are doing something extraordinary today. So what, did anyone take the initiative to strike up a conversation with you before I came here?"
Luan Xiaoping's face felt hot and she coughed.
Dong Xuebin groaned, "Is there really one? Who is it?"
Luan Xiaoping hesitated and said: "I don't know him. I asked for my phone number, but I ignored him."
"Haha." Dong Xuebin laughed and said: "Mom, you are so charming, incredible, incredible."
Luan Xiaoping also laughed, "Go, don't step on me, no one is big or small."
"Let me see my son again." Dong Xuebin was as happy as anything. He stood in front of his mother and looked left and right, "It's really good. It's so beautiful. If you go there like this, you will definitely scare Uncle Yang to death. I can guarantee that,
They will never recognize you when they see you!"
Luan Xiaoping laughed and said: "How can it be so exaggerated?"
"It's so exaggerated!"
"...Mom is so beautiful? Is this dress really good?"
"Okay! It can't be done anymore! Let's go! Let's go!"
As soon as she walked out the door of the beauty center, several men's eyes suddenly fell on Luan Xiaoping. They disappeared in a flash. After a while, their eyes fell back again and secretly glanced at Luan Xiaoping. My mother was now looking back. Seeing this, Dong Xuebin
Very satisfied, he opened the car door and held his mother's hand in a gentlemanly manner to help her get into the car. In order to fight with Yang Zhaojuan and the others, Dong Xuebin took off the Patek Philippe from his wrist and put the watch on his mother. Now he
Mom’s outfit costs at least three million, which is scary to say the least.
OK!
Let’s go!
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Guang'anmen.
On the service road in front of China Construction Bank.
An Audi with a Beihe Province license plate parked slowly on the side of the road. This is where Luan Xiaoping made an appointment with them to meet. Today, because it was a private matter and a slightly special situation like a family meeting, Yang Zhaode did not ask his driver to come over.
It was his younger brother-in-law, Yang Zhaojuan's lover. Yang Zhaojuan was sitting in the passenger seat, while Yang Zhaode, his other sister Yang Zhaofen, and his mother, Mrs. Yang, were sitting in the back seat.
"Mom, why are you keeping a straight face all the way?" As soon as the car stopped, Yang Zhaode smiled and tilted his head, "Who is this that makes you unhappy?"
Old Mrs. Yang sat as steady as a rock and said nothing.
Yang Zhaojuan blinked, "Brother, our mother thinks you and Xiaoping are not suitable for each other."
The younger brother-in-law who was driving gently touched his wife Yang Zhaojuan with his hand and blamed him for talking too much.
Yang Zhaode was not angry and said with a smile: "What do Zhaofen think?"
Su Jia's mother Yang Zhaofen said: "I think Sister Luan has a very good temperament, and I have met her son, which is good." Luan Xiaoping gave Su Jia a valuable ring, and Dong Xuebin also helped her daughter resolve the dispute with Xinhua News Agency
Of course, Yang Zhaofen has to help with the internship quota at this time.
Yang Zhaojuan curled her lips and said, "Sister, my mother didn't say that Xiaoping has a bad personality. The main reason is that her conditions in all aspects are not a good match for my brother."
Yang Zhaode had a good temper, "Your mother said what my mother said, I think that's what you said, haha."
Old Mrs. Yang spoke, "What Zhaojuan said makes sense. Xiaoping is a nice person. I don't deny this, but the conditions at home are indeed a bit worse." In their family, Yang Zhaojuan is the youngest sister and Mrs. Yang's daughter.
Little daughter, although Yang Zhaojuan has never had a serious job and changes units every three days, Mrs. Yang just dotes on her, "...and Xiaoping's family is from the countryside, right?"
Yang Zhaode laughed and said, "Then why do you and Zhaojuan come over?"
"Let's take a look at the specific situation of their family first." Old Mrs. Yang said, "We will also check it for you."
Just as Yang Zhaode was about to say something, a black Porsche Cayenne suddenly stopped aside. Yang Zhaojuan took a look at it and couldn't help but praise: "What a great car. Beijingers are rich."
Yang Zhaofen said: "In the capital, there must be many rich people. Is this a Porsche?"
"Well." Yang Zhaojuan looked at her watch, "Why hasn't Xiaoping come yet?"
Yang Zhaode said: "I said we would meet at ten o'clock, but there is still a quarter of an hour left."
"Hey, does that young man look familiar?" Yang Zhaofen suddenly raised his head and looked at the back figure in front of him.
I saw a young man opening the door of the Cayenne and reaching out to hold the car inside. After a moment, a beautiful and graceful middle-aged woman slowly walked out of the car. She was wearing Chanel, with an LV on her hand and a bracelet on her wrist.
Patek Philippe is full of "nobility".
Seeing this, Yang Zhaojuan couldn't help but look at it with envy, "A big city is a big city. You can meet someone so luxuriously dressed on the street. Are you going to the Paris Fashion Festival?" She knows the goods and knows this.
A complete outfit costs several million at least.
At this time, the young man and the beautiful woman in front turned around and walked towards their car.
Yang Zhaode was stunned for a moment, "Eh? Xiaoping? Xiaobin?"
Yang Zhaojuan and the others had only met Luan Xiaoping once or twice, but Yang Zhaode was different and recognized her immediately.
"Xiaoping? Are you here?" Yang Zhaojuan looked outside, but still couldn't find it, "Where is it?"
Yang Zhaode smiled bitterly and said, "The one you said was going to the Paris Fashion Festival."
Yang Zhaojuan's pupils shrank suddenly, she looked over dumbfounded, and was stunned for a moment, "Ah? That's Xiaoping!?"
Yang Zhaofen also recognized it, "Hey, that's right!"
Several people opened the door and got out of the car, with a hint of astonishment on their faces. This change was too big!
Luan Xiaoping held her son's hand and walked up to her openly, "Zhaofen, Zhaojuan." Then she turned around and introduced, "You haven't seen Zhaojuan, have you? This is my son, Xiaobin."
Dong Xuebin smiled and greeted a few people, his eyes stayed on Yang Zhaojuan for a while, and remembered her, you just called my mother, right? Okay!
Yang Zhaojuan still didn't react, "Xiaoping, why are you..."
Yang Zhaode looked at Luan Xiaoping with a smile, "Neither Zhaojuan nor Zhaofen recognized you, why are you dressed so beautifully today? I don't even dare to recognize you."
Luan Xiaoping was a little embarrassed, but she was still very satisfied when she saw Zhaojuan looking at her in such amazement.
Yang Zhaojuan was really shocked by her outfit. When she stood next to Luan Xiaoping, she suddenly became a head shorter. How did she get dressed like this? She really didn't recognize her at first sight!
After a while of greetings, Dong Xuebin and Luan Xiaoping said hello to Mrs. Yang and her younger brother-in-law.
Mrs. Yang's eyes looked at Luan Xiaoping a little gentler at this moment. She didn't expect why Luan Xiaoping suddenly became so beautiful, and her impression of her suddenly changed.
After a few minutes, Yang Zhaode said: "Let's go, this is not the place to talk."
Yang Zhaojuan was suspicious in her heart and looked back in surprise from the diamond necklace in front of Luan Xiaoping's neck. She smiled brightly and said, "Yes, Xiaoping, let's go to your house."
Dong Xuebin looked at her and said, "That's okay."
"Our car is a bit crowded." Yang Zhaode walked up and said, "Let's go, I'll take Xiaobin's car."
Dong Xuebin smiled slightly, slowly leaned forward and opened the car door, asking Yang Zhaode and his mother to get in.
On the car.
Yang Zhaode asked: "When did you change the car?"
"Haha, I changed it long ago."
Luan Xiaoping felt uncertain and whispered: "Xiao Bin, let's go to Heping Street?"
"Don't worry about it." Of course Dong Xuebin couldn't take them to the small rental house at the north entrance of Heping Street. It was too shabby. Since he had to do it, he had to do it to the end. He had to save face for his mother. Our family conditions are poor?
Okay! I’ll make you fucking blind!
Yang Zhaode had already sensed some competition. He looked at Luan Xiaoping and said, "Haha, what's wrong?"
Luan Xiaoping patted her son, looked at Yang Zhaode, and said helplessly: "My son loves me. He said that it was the first official meeting between the two families and he insisted on making it glamorous for me."
Yang Zhaode smiled, understood a little, took Luan Xiaoping's hand and said: "I don't understand your brand, but the look in Zhaojuan's eyes, it should be tens of thousands, right?"
Luan Xiaoping didn't know what to say.
Yang Zhaode was startled, "More?"
Luan Xiaoping said vaguely: "More than one million."
Yang Zhaode took a breath of air, "Good guy." Then he couldn't help being happy, looked at Dong Xuebin and said: "Xiao Bin, you really love your mother, more than one million, my salary for more than ten years is not enough.
ah."
"He is just messing around." Luan Xiaoping said this, but she felt warm in her heart. Her son was trying to gain face for her.