Power and Wealth

The next day.

The sky is cloudless and there is a little hot wind.

In the morning, Dong Xuebin took a taxi to Hufang Road to take his own Cayenne, and immediately sang a small tune to the beauty center of Beicheng.

As soon as I pushed the door, I saw my mom calling back in the rest area.

"You are coming soon? Then I and Xiaobin will pass."

"Oh, is Xiaobin also?"

"Well, he is on a business trip, just in Beijing."

"Well, see you later, don't let Xiaobin drive too fast, don't worry."

Hanging up the phone, Xiao Xiaoping looked back at his son and smiled at the corner of his mouth: "You Yang Shuer came to the phone and is already in the city."

Dong Xuebin pretended to be stupid: "Hey, who are you?"

Yan Xiaoping said to him, "Who are you talking about?"

"You are my mother?" Dong Xuebin replied, "I didn't recognize it. You are so beautiful today."

"Noisy, huh, huh..." Yan Xiaoping looked down at the mirror and seemed satisfied.

I didn’t recognize it as a fake. The two of her mothers lived together for so many years. Even if Xiao Xiaoping was blinded to Dong Xuebin, she could recognize her, but she was too beautiful but true. At this moment, Xiao Xiaoping had already bought a dress and shoes that Dong Xuebin bought for her yesterday. They are all worn on the body, small shirts, thin little babies, light-colored skirts, fashionable high heels and bright red handbags on the arms, plus necklaces and earrings, the whole person's temperament comes up. The oil was black and hot and became the hair of the big reel in the back of the head. It also made the mother feel very graceful. It seemed like a change of person. The makeup made by the beauty center covered most of the wrinkles. I hate being young and seven or eight years old.

Dong Xuebin is amazed, "Mom, you can’t be it today. What, before, did anyone take the initiative to talk to you before I came?"

Yan Xiaoping had a hot face and coughed and coughed.

Dong Xuebin snorted, "Is there really? Who?"

Yan Xiaoping supported the branch: "I don't know, the mother wants a phone number, and the mother doesn't care about him."

"Ha ha." Dong Xuebin laughed and said: "Mom, you are really big, it's awful, it's awful."

Xiaoping Xiaoping also smiled. "Go, don't step on the mother, no big or small."

"Let my son see me again." Dong Xuebin is so happy to stand in front of his mother and look at the right side. "It's so good, it's so beautiful. You can definitely scare Yang Shuer in the past. I can guarantee that. They will never recognize it when they see you!"

Yan Xiaoping said with a smile: "Where is it so exaggerated."

"It's such an exaggeration!"

"... Mom is so beautiful? Is this really good?"

"Yes! You can't do it anymore! Go! Let's go!"

As soon as I went out to the door of the beauty center, a few men’s eyes fell on Xiao Xiaoping. After a while, my eyes fell back and I sneaked at Xiao Xiaoping. My mom now has a turnaround. Upon seeing it, Dong Xuebin was very satisfied. When he pulled the door, he stretched his mother's hand to help her get on the bus. In order to fight with Yang Zhaojuan, Dong Xuebin also took the Patek Philippe on his wrist and took the watch. I put it on my mom, and now my mom’s body is at least three million, and it’s scary to say it...

Departure!

Guanganmen.

The auxiliary road at the entrance of the construction bank.

Audi, a North River license, slowly stopped at the roadside. This is where Xiao Xiaoping and their appointments meet. Today, because it is a private matter, or a slightly special situation for family members to meet, Yang Zhaode did not let his driver come over and drive. It is his little brother-in-law Yang Zhaojuan's lover, Yang Zhaojuan is sitting in the passenger seat, Yang Zhaode and his other sister Yang Zhaofen and his mother, Mrs. Yang, are sitting in the back row.

"Mom, how do you face all the way?" When the car stopped, Yang Zhaode smiled and said, "Who is this that you are upset?"

Mrs. Yang is sitting in a stable mountain and has no words.

Yang Zhaojuan blinked. "Brother, my aunt thinks that you are not suitable for Xiaoping."

The little brother-in-law who drove the car gently touched his wife Yang Zhaojuan and blamed him for his mouth.

Yang Zhaode is not angry, smiles: "What does Zhaofen think?"

Su Jia’s mother, Yang Zhaofen said: “I feel that my sister’s temper is very good. I have seen her son. It’s good.” Zai Xiaoping sent Su Jia a valuable ring. Dong Xuebin also helped her daughter solve the problem. The number of internships at Xinhua News Agency, Yang Zhaofen certainly has to help say this time.

Yang Zhaojuan grinned. "Sister, my aunt doesn't say that Xiaoping's personality is not good. The main reason is that the conditions in all aspects are not as good as my brother."

Yang Zhaode has a good temper. "Your old aunt said that my aunt said, I think you said it, huh, huh."

Mrs. Yang’s wife spoke. “Zhao Juan’s reason is reasonable. Xiaoping’s people are very good. I don’t deny this, but the family conditions are really bad.” In their home, Yang Zhaojuan is the youngest sister and Mrs. Yang’s. Little daughter, don't look at Yang Zhaojuan, there is no serious work, change the unit at two ends, but Mrs. Yang is petting her, "...and, Xiaoping's family is rural?"

Yang Zhaode smiled and said: "Why are you and Zhao Juan coming over?" "Look at the specific situation of their home." Mrs. Yang said: We are also checking for you. ”

Yang Zhaode just want to say something, a black Porsche Cayenne suddenly stopped at the side, Yang Zhaojuan saw, can not help but praise: "Good car, Beijing people are rich."

Yang Zhaofen said: "The capital, there must be more money. Is this Porsche?"

"Yeah." Yang Zhaojuan looked at the watch. "How did Xiaoping still come?"

Yang Zhaode said: "See you at ten o'clock, it's still a quarter of an hour."

"Hey, is the young man familiar?" Yang Zhaofen suddenly looked up and looked at the back of the front.

I saw a young man pulling the door of the Cayenne and reaching for it. After a while, a beautiful and graceful middle-aged woman slowly walked down from the car. She wore Chanel on her body and her hand was on her wrist. Da Lili, the "extraordinary" of the body came over.

Yang Zhaojuan saw this and couldn’t help but look at it enviously. “The big city is a big city. You can meet such a luxurious dress on the street. Is this going to the Paris Fashion Festival?” She knows the goods, knowing this. There are millions of up and down in a single line.

At this time, the young and beautiful women in front turned and walked over to their car.

Yang Zhaode stunned, "Hey? Xiaoping? Xiaobin?"

Yang Zhaojuan They have only seen Xiao Xiaoping on one or two sides, but Yang Zhaode is different, and he recognizes it at a glance.

"Xiao Ping? Is it coming?" Yang Zhaojuan looked out and still couldn't find it. "Where?"

Yang Zhaode smiled and said Nunu’s mouth. "You said that you want to go to the Paris Fashion Festival."

Yang Zhaojuan’s pupil suddenly slammed, looking at the past dumbly, and then he stopped. “Ah? That’s Xiaoping!?”

Yang Zhaofen also recognized it, "Hey, isn't it!"

A few people opened the door and got off the bus with a trace of mistake on their faces. This change is too big!

Yan Xiaoping took the son's hand and walked up, "Zhao Fen, Zhao Juan." Then turned around and said: "Zhao Juan has not seen it yet? This is my son, Xiaobin."

Dong Xuebin smiled and greeted a few people, his eyes stayed on Yang Zhaojuan for a while, remembering her, is that you stepping on my mother? OK!

Yang Zhaojuan still has no reaction, "Xiao Ping, how are you..."

Yang Zhaode smiled at Xiaoping Xiaoping. "Zhao Juan and Zhaofen didn't recognize you. Why are you dressed so beautiful today? I don't dare to think."

Xiaoping Xiaoping was a little embarrassed, but she was very satisfied when she saw Zhaojuan looking at herself so amazingly.

Yang Zhaojuan was really shocked by her body. She consciously stood with Xiao Xiaoping, and she was short, and where did she get it? She didn't recognize her at first sight!

After a chill, Dong Xuebin and Zai Xiaoping also greeted Mrs. Yang and the younger brother.

Mrs. Yang’s eyes at this moment were also mild to Xiao’s eyes. She did not expect how Xiao Xiaoping suddenly became so beautiful, and her impressions changed suddenly.

A few minutes later, Yang Zhaode said: "Let's go, it's not a place to talk."

Yang Zhaojuan’s suspicion in his heart, the surprised look was taken back from the diamond necklace in front of Yan Xiaoping’s neck, and his face was very bright. “Yes, Xiaoping, let’s go to your house.”

Dong Xuebin looked at her and said: "That."

"We are a little crowded in the car." Yang Zhaode went up. "Go, I am in the car of Xiaobin."

Dong Xuebin smiled slightly and slowly slammed the door and asked Yang Zhaode and his mother to go up.

In the car.

Yang Zhaode said: "When is the car changed?"

"Oh, change it early."

Yan Xiaoping has no bottom, whispered: "Xiao Bin, let's go to Peace Street?"

"You don't care." Dong Xuebin certainly can't take them to the small rental house in the north exit of Heping Street. It's too shabby. If he wants to do it, he has to give his mother a face. Is our family poor? Row! My mother will let you look long!

Yang Zhaode has already felt some strong meanings~www.wuxiaspot.com~Look at Xiaoping Xiaoping, "Oh, what happened?"

"Nothing is Yang Shuer." Dong Xuebin said with a smile: "Nothing."

Yan Xiaoping took a son and looked at Yang Zhaode. He said: "My son hurts me and said that the two families have officially met for the first time. I have to give me the wind and the wind."

Yang Zhaode smiled and understood a little. He took hold of Xiao Xiaoping's hand: "I don't understand your brand, but look at Zhaojuan's eyes, should you get tens of thousands?"

Yan Xiaoping does not know what to say.

Yang Zhaode said, "More?"

Yan Xiaoping is vague and said: "One million."

Yang Zhaode took a breath of air, "Good guy." Then he couldn't help but watched Dong Xuebin: "Xiao Bin, you really hurt your mother, more than one million, I have not paid enough for more than ten years. what."

"He is awkward." Yan Xiaoping said so, but his heart was very warm, and the son gave her a face.