"Mom, you'd better go up and help me with the old man. I'll just wait for Mr. Wang here alone." Zheng Yan looked at Bi Xinxue who kept hoping, and felt very helpless.

Not long ago, when Zheng Yan felt that Wang Bo was about to arrive, she began to go downstairs and planned to pick up her boss at the gate of the community. A few days ago, the night when Wang Bo taught her to drive on Binjiang Road, the other party drove her to the door of his unit, but it was at night. It was daytime now, Zheng Yan was a little worried that Wang Bo would not find the way after he came later, so she planned to go to the gate of the community to wait for her boss himself. Unexpectedly, when her mother Bi Xinxue saw her downstairs, she quickly untied the apron tied to her waist, and followed her out, saying that she wanted to pick up customers together.

"I've almost done the fight, but what else can I do? Why, do you think I'm at the edge of the trouble?" Bi Xinxue glared at her daughter with a little dissatisfaction, but her eyes kept looking at both sides of the road, and as she saw the luxurious and grand "Don't touch me" (mbw) she had seen before.

"What do you think you are doing? Just pick up someone by yourself. Do you need two people? Last time Principal Zhang came to our house and never saw you so active." Zheng Yan rolled her eyes. Her parents, especially her mother, attached more importance to Wang Bo's arrival, felt that she became more nervous and instinctively wanted to sing a opposite tune with her parents.

Bi Xinxue was not happy about this, looked at her daughter with a stern face and began to "teach her to be a human being":

"Swallow, it's not me who said you, you said, how good is your boss to you? You pay such a high salary and you get such good benefits. In July, you are on a business trip with others, and you go to a plane. You can stay in a five-star hotel every night and eat delicacies. You old man and I have never played this kind of pattern in our lifetime, so don't mention that they have saved you. I'm coming out to greet your boss now?

"As for Zhang Deqing, as long as he or she pays me such a high salary, let alone picking him up here, it doesn't matter if I go to his doorstep to pick him up!

"Swallow, we must have it as human beings"

"You have to be conscience." Zheng Yan learned from her mother's tone and interrupted Bi Xinxue's words, "I've heard a calluse recently. OK. If you want to wait, just wait with me. Really, I have never seen you so active in my life. I still use conscience as an excuse, thinking I don't know what your heart is thinking..." The girl flattened her mouth, her voice getting lower and lower, and finally turned into an inauspicious Gulong.

Although Zheng Yan just whispered, she was better than her mother. Even if her daughter was speaking mutely, as long as her mouth was moving, Bi Xinxue could guess what her daughter said. This time she was not angry, but instead laughed "hehe":

"Swallow, then tell me what your mother is thinking about?"

Zheng Yan turned red, gave her mother a blank look, and spat, "I'm too lazy to say it!"

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The two mothers are just separated from each other by each other, and spending time. This is also a common way of dialogue between people from Shuangqing, especially those of acquaintances and relatives: speaking the opposite, speaking the opposite, defaming each other, and ridicule each other, and ridicule them, which means not "speak well if you have something to say."

Just as Zheng Yan was talking to her mother in a mess, she saw her mother's eyes suddenly widen, she looked forward, grabbed her arm hard, and asked excitedly and anxiously: "Swallow, look at the car in front of you is your boss's car?"

Zheng Yan looked at Bi Xinxue's eyes and saw a crystal-gray BMW off-road driving towards her and her mother. Zheng Yan's heart suddenly jumped, but his face was nodding calmly and answered:

"It's Mr. Wang's car."

"Ah, Aunt Bi, Yanzi, you're just waiting at home. I'll have to ask you to come down and run. It's really troublesome." Wang Bo, who parked the car at the entrance of the community, jumped out of the car, and didn't even turn off the engine. He greeted the two people who walked up to him enthusiastically. Zheng Yan's intention was to come down to pick him up as the boss, but even Zheng Yan's mother followed him, and even came to the gate of the community, Wang Bo felt a little "flattered".

"I won't bother Mr. Wang, it's not trouble at all. We've made you trouble. We ran over so far away. You're going smoothly on the way, Mr. Wang? There's no traffic jam, right?" Zheng Yan's mother smiled and greeted Wang Bo.

"It's not at all blocked, it's quite smooth, Aunt Bi."

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Zheng Yan, who was standing aside, let his mother greet his boss. It was almost noon at this time. Many neighbors came back from outside to buy vegetables and saw the BMW car parked at the entrance of the community and the people standing at the front of the car to talk. Some neighbors who were familiar with their house would even come up to say hello. Zheng Yan's personality is not the type who likes to show off and likes to be noticed. She feels both embarrassing and ashamed, and she has the urge to ignore these two people and get into the BMW to hide.

However, when she looked at her mother, she looked very excited and enjoyable. She greeted Wang Bo while she was also able to greet the neighbors passing by, as if she wanted the whole community to know that she was a "relative" who drove a BMW.

The greetings that made Zheng Yan feel like he wanted to get into the cracks in the ground were finally over. At the gate, there were still two or three hundred meters away from Zheng Yan's unit building, so Wang Bo asked the two to get in the car.

Bi Xinxue got into the luxury car in her eyes with a pilgrimage mood and got into the back row with her daughter. As soon as the car door was closed, Zheng Yan saw her mother lowering the car window next to her, and began to poke her head out of the window, and waved goodbye to the neighbors nearby. When Zheng Yan saw it, she immediately wanted to cover her face, and wanted to ignore the mother who looked like a "treasure weapon".

"Oh my God, you are also a people's teacher who often tells students that "wealth cannot be rich and powerful" on the three-foot podium. Why are you so different? "Don't look at her mother and sigh in your heart.

Under Zheng Yan's guidance, Wang Bo parked his car in the open space in front of Zheng Yan's unit building. The two mothers were about to bring the guests to the door, but they saw Wang Bo take the trunk and buy him a few gifts, Moutai liquor, Chinese cigarettes and imported cosmetics one by one.

Bi Xinxue was surprised and happy to see that Wang Bo had bought so many gifts, and whether it was tobacco and alcohol or paper bags containing cosmetics.

"Ah, Mr. Wang, you are really too polite. How can we be so embarrassed when you are like this?" Bi Xinxue, who was happy, rubbed his hands, caught up in three or five steps, took the gift from Wang Bo's hand, and quickly turned around again. Looking at Zheng Yan, who also came up to help carry things, he said with a angrily look:

"Swallow, what's going on? Didn't I call you to come over empty-handedly and don't buy things? Why are you so ignorant?"

Zheng Yan wanted to cover her face again, thinking, Mom, you are too polite to say this. Since you don’t want other people’s gifts, just put the gift back in the trunk. Why do you say so much? She was about to refute a few words, but she didn’t have to speak in a hurry, but Wang Bo smiled and said something for her:

"Haha, aunt, don't blame Yan Zi. She told me your words faithfully. These are not gifts I bought, they are all given by others, and I can't use them even if I put them at home. I also borrow flowers to offer Buddha. A mere gift is not respectful. Don't dislike me!"

"Where is it! It's too expensive, Mr. Wang, it's too expensive! If you can't use it, you can take it home for your elder brother and sister!"

"It's okay, aunt. There are still many on the front of my house. As for my old man, I am not used to drinking bottled products, his favorite is the grain wine in the winery, which is bought at ten or twenty pounds at a time. As for cigarettes, they only smoke cigarettes from the local "Shifang Cigarette Factory". By the way, aunt, there are two sets of cosmetics in it. This set of L'Oreal is for you... No, it's suitable for you; and this set of Lancome is suitable for swallows. There are two bottles of perfume, Chanel is yours, Burberry is the swallows..."

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Chapter completed!