Chapter Six Hundred and Thirteenth [Mother Big Beauty]

the next day.

The sky was cloudless, with a slight warm breeze.

When he got up in the morning, Dong Xuebin took a taxi and went to Hufang Road to pick up his Cayenne, and immediately drove to the beauty center in Beicheng.

As soon as I pushed the door and entered, I saw my mother with her back to this side, making a phone call in the rest area.

"You're almost there? Then Xiaobin and I will go there right away."

"Hehe, is Xiaobin also here?"

"Well, he was on a business trip and happened to be in Beijing."

"Okay, 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, with a smile on the corner of her mouth: "Your Uncle Yang has called, and it's almost time to get to the city."

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

Luan Xiaoping glared at him, "Who do you think your mother is?"

"Are you my mother?" Dong Xuebin sighed, "I didn't even recognize you, you are so beautiful today."

"Missing, hehe..." Luan Xiaoping looked down at the mirror and seemed satisfied.

I didn't recognize it as a fake. The two mothers have been relying on each other for so many years. Even if Luan Xiaoping covers Dong Xuebin's head, she can recognize her, but she is too beautiful, but it is true. At this moment, Luan Xiaoping has already taken the clothes and shoes that Dong Xuebin bought for her yesterday. Wearing it all, a small shirt, a thin coat, a light-colored skirt, fashionable high-heeled shoes and a bright red handbag on the arm, plus the embellishment of necklaces and earrings, the whole person's temperament comes up at once , the hair that was dyed black with oil and permed into a big coil on the back of the head also made my mother very graceful, as if it was a different person, and the makeup done by the beauty center also covered most of the wrinkles. , I wish I was seven or eight years younger.

Dong Xuebin was amazed, "Mom, you are amazing today, so what, did anyone take the initiative to chat with you before I came?"

Luan Xiaoping's face became hot and she coughed.

Dong Xuebin snorted, "Really? Who is it?"

Luan Xiaoping hesitantly said: "I don't know, my mother asked for a phone number, but my mother ignored him.

"Haha." Dong Xuebin laughed loudly: "Mom, you are really powerful, incredible, incredible."

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

"Let me see my son again.

"Dong Xuebin was so happy, he stood in front of his mother and looked left and right, "It's really good, it's so beautiful, you will definitely scare Uncle Yang to death in the past, I can guarantee that when they see you suddenly, they will definitely Can't recognize it! "

Luan Xiaoping smiled and said, "How can it be so exaggerated."

"It's such an exaggeration!"

"...Mom is so pretty? Does this dress really work?"

"Okay! It can't be done any more! Let's go! Let's go!"

As soon as he walked out of the door of the beauty center, several men's eyes fell on Luan Xiaoping. It was fleeting, and after a while, his eyes fell back, secretly aiming at Luan Xiaoping, and now my mother has turned her head back. Seeing this, Dong Xuebin was very satisfied. As soon as he opened the car door, he held his mother's hand and helped her into the car. In order to fight against Yang Zhaojuan and the others, Dong Xuebin also took off the Patek Philippe on his wrist and put his watch on. I put it on my mother, and now my mother's outfit is worth at least three million, and it's scary to say it...

Go go!

Guang'anmen.

On the side road in front of China Construction Bank.

An Audi with North River license plate slowly parked on the side of the road. This is the place where Luan Xiaoping made an appointment to meet them. Today, because it was a private matter, it was a slightly special situation such as a family meeting, so Yang Zhaode did not let his driver come over and drove the car. It was his younger brother-in-law, Yang Zhaojuan's lover. Yang Zhaojuan sat in the passenger seat, while Yang Zhaode and his other sister, Yang Zhaofen, sat in the back row with his mother, Mrs. Yang.

"Mom, why do you keep your face straight all the way?" As soon as the car stopped, Yang Zhaode turned his head with a smile, "Who is this who made you unhappy?"

Mrs. Yang sat as steady as a mountain without saying a word.

Yang Zhaojuan blinked, "Brother, my mother thinks that you and Xiaoping are not suitable."

The younger brother-in-law who was driving lightly touched his wife Yang Zhaojuan with his hand, blaming him for talking.

Yang Zhaode was not angry, he smiled and said, "What do you think of Zhaofen?"

Su Jia's mother Yang Zhaofen said: "I think Sister Luan has a good temperament. I have also met her son, which is good." Za Xiaoping gave Su Jia a ring of great value, and Dong Xuebin also helped her daughter solve the problem. Of course, Yang Zhaofen had to say something about the internship quota of Xinhua News Agency at this time.

Yang Zhaojuan pouted, "Sister, my mother didn't say that Xiaoping has a bad personality, but the main reason is that the conditions in various aspects are not a good match for my brother."

Yang Zhaode has a good temper, "your old mother said what my mother said, I think you said it, haha."

Mrs. Yang said, "What Zhaojuan said makes sense. Xiaoping is a good person. I won't deny that, but the conditions at home are indeed a little worse." In their family, Yang Zhaojuan is the youngest sister and Mrs. Yang's. Younger daughter, don't look at Yang Zhaojuan's lack of serious work all the time, changing units every three days, but Mrs. Yang loves her, "... Besides, Xiaoping's family is from the countryside, right?"

Yang Zhaode smiled and said, "Then why do you and Zhaojuan still come here?" "Let's see what's going on at their house first." Mrs. Yang said, "We are also checking for you." "

Just as Yang Zhaode was about to say something, a black Porsche Cayenne suddenly stopped by the side. Yang Zhaojuan couldn't help but praised when he saw it, "It's a good car, Beijingers are rich."

Yang Zhaofen said: "In the capital, there must be many rich ones. Is this a Porsche?"

"Well." Yang Zhaojuan looked at her watch, "Why hasn't Xiaoping come yet?"

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

"Hey, does that young man look familiar?" Yang Zhaofen suddenly raised her head and looked at a back in front of her.

I saw a young man opening the car door of the Cayenne and reaching out to help it inside. After a while, a beautiful and graceful middle-aged woman slowly stepped out of the car. She was wearing Chanel on her body, slung on her hand, and carried a hundred on her wrist. Da Qili, the "nobleness" of her whole body blows at her face.

Seeing this, Yang Zhaojuan couldn't help but look enviously, "A big city is a big city. You can meet someone dressed in such a luxurious fashion on the street. Is this going to the Paris Fashion Festival?" She knows the goods and knows this If you don't say anything, it will cost several million.

At this moment, 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 it at a glance.

"Xiaoping? Are you here?" Yang Zhaojuan looked out, but couldn't find it, "Where is it?"

Yang Zhaode smiled wryly and Nunuzui, "The one you said was going to the Paris Fashion Festival.

Yang Zhaojuan's pupils shrank suddenly, she looked over dumbfounded, and was stunned, "Ah? That's Xiaoping!?"

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

A few people opened the door and got out of the car, with a trace of consternation on their faces, this change is too big!

Luan Xiaoping took her son's hand and walked up generously, "Zhaofen, Zhaojuan." Then she turned around and introduced, "Have you seen Zhaojuan yet? This is my son, Xiaobin."

Dong Xuebin greeted a few people with a smile, his eyes stayed on Yang Zhaojuan for a while, remembering her, you are stepping on my mother, right? OK!

Yang Zhaojuan was still a little unresponsive, "Xiaoping, why are you..."

Yang Zhaode looked at Luan Xiaoping with a smile, "Zhaojuan and Zhaofen didn't recognize 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 herself in such amazement.

Yang Zhaojuan was really stunned by her outfit, she consciously stood next to Luan Xiaoping, and she became shorter at once. Where did she get such a outfit? She didn't recognize her at first sight!

After a while, Dong Xuebin and Za Xiaoping greeted Mrs. Yang and her little brother-in-law again.

The old lady Yang looked at Chong Xiaoping with a milder look at the moment. She didn't expect why Luan Xiaoping suddenly became so beautiful, and her impression of her suddenly changed.

A few minutes later, Yang Zhaode said, "Let's go, this is not the place to talk."

Yang Zhaojuan was suspicious, and her surprised eyes were taken back from the diamond necklace in front of Luan Xiaoping's neck, with a bright smile on her face, "Yes, Xiaoping, let's go to your house."

Dong Xuebin looked at her and said, "That's fine."

"Our car is a little crowded." Yang Zhaode walked up, "Come on, I'll take Xiaobin's car."

Dong Xuebin smiled slightly, opened the car door slowly, and invited Yang Zhaode and his mother to go up.

in the car.

Yang Zhaode said, "When did you change the car?"

"Hehe, it's already changed."

Luan Xiaoping was at a loss and whispered, "Xiao Bin, let's go to Heping Street?"

"Don't worry about it." Of course Dong Xuebin can't take them to the small rental house at the north entrance of Heping Street. It's too shabby. Since he has to do it to the end, he has to fight for his mother's face. Our family is poor? Row! I'm going to make you grow eyes!

Yang Zhaode had already felt some rivalry, and looked at Luan Xiaoping, "Hehe, what's the matter?"

"It's okay, Uncle Yang." Dong Xuebin smiled and said, "There's nothing wrong."

Luan Xiaoping patted her son, looked at Yang Zhaode, and said helplessly: "My son loves me, saying that it is the first time the two families meet formally, and he has to make me look good."

Yang Zhaode smiled, understood a little, took Luan Xiaoping's hand and said, "I don't understand your brand, but looking at Zhaojuan's look, it should cost 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 sucked in his breath, "Good guy." Then he couldn't help but be amused, looked at Dong Xuebin and said, "Xiaobin, you really love your mother, more than one million yuan, and my salary for more than ten years is not enough. what."

"He's just fooling around." Luan Xiaoping said so, but her heart was very warm, her son was fighting for her face.