Zhang Joy found his mother on the bus again.

Yang Xiaohong also realized that her tracking was really unprofessional, so she made special preparations. She put on flaming red lips, sunglasses, and a soft-brimmed fisherman's hat on her head.

I even wore a scarf to protect my face.

This bus line from the old city to the Hi-tech Zone is really too crowded. After a few rides, C-CUP has to be squeezed into B-CUP. Mom is old, don’t make any mistakes. Also, there are people in the car.

It’s so hot, but you’re still wearing a pure wool scarf. Aren’t you afraid of heatstroke?

The scarf was a gift from Zhang Joy on Yang Xiaohong’s birthday last year. She was wearing a Barberry suit that was used by Joy Joy’s classmates as a showpiece. It was colorful and colorful, revealing a flat belly, making her look like a girl.

This train to the Hi-tech Zone was full of handsome guys and beauties in their early twenties. In order to hide her whereabouts, Yang Xiaohong dressed up as a young man. But she didn’t want to, it would be too much.

After all, she is almost fifty, and her figure cannot be hidden. Among the sleep-deprived coders with panda eyes, plaid shirts, and backpacks, she is simply a bright light in the dark, and it is difficult not to attract attention.<

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When Yang Xiaohong was young, she was a young woman from a small town. She didn't know how to dress up because of her knowledge. Later, she opened a clothing store with Zhang Jianshe and took a long-distance bus to the provincial capital twice a week to purchase goods. She was in disgrace all day long and didn't pay much attention to it.

.In Zhang Xie’s mind, she is just an ordinary middle-aged woman.

But unexpectedly, her face suddenly opened up when she dressed up, and her whole person became modern and fashionable, giving her a unique charm.

Xiao Zhang was surprised and thought, yes, my good looks are not for free. In fact, my mother’s genes are very good.

Last night, she also tried to tell her parents that there was no possibility of starting over with Lu Bo. They only said, they know, they know, but they will still follow when they should, and they will still follow when they should.

What Zhang Xixi told Da Liu that her relatives were coming came true. Her menstrual period came unexpectedly. Now she doesn't like anyone she looks at. She thinks the other person is evil and unreasonable, and she feels unhappy if she doesn't say a few words.

Seeing the glamorous mature underground worker in the back row of the bus, Zhang Hexi's scalp went numb and he was so angry. My mother's outfit was too youthful, and it was not appropriate to wear it, and she looked like she had been pretty for a long time. Especially.

It's her belly and navel that are exposed. If someone sees it, it won't be a disgrace to her reputation.

Zhang Joy couldn't bear it anymore and squeezed over with a sullen expression, staring at her face: "This aunt looks familiar, have we met somewhere?"

Yang Xiaohong pretended not to recognize her, lowered her head, and spoke in Sichuan Mandarin in a high-pitched voice: "Beauty, how far is the train to Jincheng Lake?"

"Pretending, are you still pretending?" Zhang Joy pulled off his mother's scarf: "You are old, and you dress like this, like an old goblin. Look at your belly, it looks like a navel orange. Others are seventeen

An eight-year-old beautiful girl wears a navel-baring dress. That's called innocence, that's cute, and that makes me feel pity for you. What about you? What do you call it? It's called vomiting. It's called vomiting. It scares a group of egrets. You are scared.

If it’s not embarrassing, I still find it embarrassing.”

Yang Xiaohong was caught in a coquettish state and felt embarrassed. Being rejected by her sharp-tongued daughter in front of so many people, she became angry and said: "Fart, I can wear whatever I like, no one else needs to care about it? What's wrong with my belly, what's wrong with my navel orange"

, I can’t give birth to you in my ten-month pregnancy. What kind of girl is you, seventeen or eighteen years old? If you are twenty-eight, you can’t wear it or show it. Haha, you think you are a girl, why are you pretending to be young? You are

A leftover girl of one age, except for rubbish like Lu Bo, no serious man can look up to you. When you were a child, you ate and drank from me. Now you have become stiff and unfilial. You scold others even if you only wear two pieces of clothing. You don't know how to be grateful."

Then he grabbed his daughter's paw.

My mother’s hands were so strong that she pinched a bruise on Zhang Yuxi’s arm.

Zhang Hexi was in terrible pain. He was scolded by his mother for pretending to be a girl. Tears welled up in his eyes and he was about to retaliate desperately.

The bus suddenly stopped, and the driver shouted: "If there's going to be a fight, get off the car and fight yourself. Who can take responsibility if something goes wrong?"

The door opened, and Zhang Joy jumped out of the car: "Follow me, follow me, I'll let you follow, I'll let you follow!" He ran away, tears streaming down his face.

"Stop, please stop and speak clearly." Yang Xiaohong became angry and chased after her: "Yes, I will follow you. You are my daughter. I will take care of you as long as I live."<

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There was a taxi parked on the street in front, and the meter showed "empty." Zhang Yue opened the passenger door and got in with a hiss: "Brother driver, drive quickly, or it will be too late."

Before the driver could say anything, a woman in the back row scolded: "Where did you come from, crazy girl? Didn't you see there was someone already there?"

Zhang Xiyi turned around and was stunned: "Handsome guy." He saw two people sitting in the back row, a man and a woman. The woman was in her thirties and wore too much makeup, and the man was the one who was scratched when he entered the shield with a single stick that day.

Handsome guy.

Yes, that man is Mr. Zhou Yiyu.

Zhou Yu saw Zhang Hexi, who was sweating and tear-stained, and extremely embarrassed. There was no surprise on his face, and he smiled politely: "Zhang Hexi, hello, are you going to work?"

Zhang Joy looked at her mother who was chasing her closer and closer, and said anxiously: "There is no time to explain, hurry up and drive."

The gorgeous woman suddenly became vigilant: "Who is this crazy woman? How do you know each other? Why don't I know?"

She screamed like a crazy girl and a crazy woman. Zhang Huiyi was furious. He rolled his eyes and asked Xishuai: "Who is this woman? How do you know each other? Why don't I know?"

Yannv: "You..."

Zhang Joy sneered: "Let me introduce myself, my name is Zhang Joy, and I am dating him. You look like you just came out of his house, and you stayed overnight. Haha, you can be considered as caught by me."

"What?" the pretty girl yelled, "Zhou Yu, when did you get a new girlfriend? You scumbag!" After saying that, she slapped Mr. Zhou on the face: "I don't forgive you, and I won't forgive you anymore."

He jumped out of the car and walked away angrily.

Zhou Yiyu covered his face, smiled bitterly, and didn't move.

Zhang Joy: "Hey, handsome guy, your girlfriend ran away, why didn't you chase her?"

Five paw prints slowly appeared on Zhou Yu's face, but his expression remained unchanged: "Driver, drive."

The car started, and the scenery outside the window gradually moved back. Yang Xiaohong was still chasing behind and cursing, "little immortal, disobedient, thunder struck, leftover girl, exterminated master... as unpleasant as you want.

Zhang's tears of joy fell again, and he choked softly.

While she was feeling sad, someone touched her elbow. When she looked back, Zhou Yu handed her a handkerchief.

The workmanship is good, with a rusty carriage and the letter H on it.

Not many people use handkerchiefs these days, and this is still a man.

Zhang Joy took it, wiped his nose and tears all over the handkerchief, and finally praised: "Your lifestyle is very exquisite."

Zhou Yu was curious and pointed at Yang Xiaohong who was chasing the car behind him: "Your Majesty?"

"My mother, she suspects that I am getting back together with my ex-boyfriend." Zhang Joy said: "You said, the relationship between a man and a woman is like a crack in a porcelain. Once it occurs, even if they are forced to be together, it is meaningless. Some things

I can never go back, but no matter how I explain it, my mother just won’t listen. It’s really difficult to convince someone.”

"Perhaps you couldn't make your mother-in-law trust you in your behavior in the past. Once a person's impression is formed, it cannot be changed. She should feel happy because she cares about you so much."

Zhang Joy was very dissatisfied and rolled his eyes: "What impression have I given others? Am I bad?"

Monday was silent.

"What kind of attitude do you have? You must think I'm bad." Zhang Joy: "My mother has that temper. How would you feel if your mother had such a problem?"

Zhou Yu: "It's a pity that I don't have it."

Zhang Xieyi's face was full of sympathy and he said softly: "Brother, when did our mother pass away? You have to be strong!"
Chapter completed!