Over the weekend, Yang Xiaole embarked on his way home and hasn't been back for a long time. He misses his family very much. His mother has nagged him on the phone several times, asking him to go back home and visit.
There is one thing that Yang Xiaole feels quite helpless about. He is already a junior in college, but in the eyes of his mother, he is still just a child, which makes Yang Xiaole crazy.
Standing at the door of his house, Yang Xiaole couldn't help but feel a little excited. He hadn't seen his mother and the others in the past two months. When he was at school, he didn't think much about his mother and the others. Now that he was back at the door, Yang Xiaole found that he actually missed his mother.
Damn them.
"Eh! Xiaorou? Is that you?"
Yang Xiaole raised his hand and was about to knock on the door, but unexpectedly found that the door opposite his house was opened, and a girl who looked like a high school student came out.
Wang Rou is Yang Xiaole's neighbor and is currently in her third year of high school. When she was a child, Wang Rou always followed Yang Xiaole like a little follower, and Yang Xiaole always regarded Wang Rou as his younger sister and protected this person who was a few years younger than him.
The sister next door.
"Brother Xiaole, when did you come back?"
Wang Rou couldn't believe her eyes. After rubbing her eyes repeatedly, she realized that she had not seen wrong, and then she believed that Yang Xiaole was back.
Wang Rou's eyes flashed with excitement, her little face was flushed, and she was extremely cute.
"Haha, I just came back. By the way, Xiaorou, you don't have to go to class?"
Yang Xiaole discovered that Wang Rou had become more beautiful after not seeing her for several months. Her breasts, which used to be as flat as an airport, began to gradually become fuller, and her eyes became clearer and brighter.
Women’s eighteenth transformation!
"Brother Xiaole, are you stupid from studying? Today is Saturday, there is no need for class." After saying this, Wang Rou giggled.
Yang Xiaole was greatly embarrassed. Damn it, I was such a pig. How could I forget? Today is Saturday.
"Little girl, when you grow up, you start to make fun of your brother Xiaole." Yang Xiaole said with a smile. In front of this former childhood playmate, Yang Xiaole felt an unprecedented relaxation in his heart. He liked this feeling.
"Brother Xiaole, you are not allowed to call me little girl again. Besides, why am I so young?"
Wang Rou glared at Yang Xiaole in displeasure, and when speaking, she puffed up her chest intentionally or unintentionally, pushing up her breasts that were already beginning to take shape.
Yang Xiaole swallowed secretly after seeing this, yes, the little girl back then has grown up and is no longer the little girl before.
Not to mention, the more he looked at it, the more Yang Xiaole discovered that Wang Rou was becoming more and more beautiful and a beauty.
"Well, the scale is not big enough, so I have to call you little girl." Yang Xiaole glanced at Wang Rou's chest and said with a smirk.
Wang Rou never thought that Yang Xiaole could be such a scoundrel and rogue, so she couldn't help but blush, her little head was hunched, and she didn't dare to meet Yang Xiaole's eyes.
Wang Rou began to doubt whether the man in front of her was still the neighbor she knew before. How could he become such a gangster?
"Brother Xiaole, you spent your time in college in vain. The more you study, the more you become a gangster." Wang Rou lowered her head for a while and suddenly raised her head and said.
Yang Xiaole sweated violently. It seems that the little girl has not only become more beautiful, but also has become more eloquent. It’s not easy!
At this time, the door of Yang Xiaole's house was opened. The person who opened the door was Yang Xiaole's mother, Song Xuemei, a top-notch middle-aged woman.
"Baby son, you are finally willing to come back to see mom. I miss you so much. Come on, let mom kiss you." When Song Xuemei found out that it was her son standing outside, she immediately opened the door with bright eyes. The first thing
All he wanted to do was hold Yang Xiaole in his arms.
Yang Xiaole smiled bitterly. He really didn't know how to describe this wonderful mother, "Mom, I am already a grown man, so pay attention to my image."
"What's wrong with being a man? You are my son. Don't say you are not married yet. Even if you are married, in my mother's eyes, you are just a little brat."
Song Xuemei ignored Yang Xiaole's strong objection and kissed Yang Xiaole's face.
In normal times, Yang Xiaole might have been fine, but now that there is a little girl like Wang Rou present, will he not laugh to death from her in the future?
Sure enough, when Wang Rou saw Yang Xiaole's aggrieved look, she giggled happily, her smile was bright, she was very happy.
Yang Xiaole glared at Wang Rou fiercely, blaming her for teasing him. At the same time, Yang Xiaole felt extremely regretful. He shouldn't have come back today at all.
"Xiaorou is here too. Just in time, Xiaorou, let's come to auntie's house for dinner together. Auntie made a lot of delicious food." After kissing Yang Xiaole, Song Xuemei realized that Wang Rou was next to her.
"Mom, Xiaorou still has something to do, so please stop making trouble." Yang Xiaole always felt that the way his mother looked at Wang Rou was weird, and the words his mother had said before came to mind, and Yang Xiaole suddenly felt a fit.
I was so excited that I secretly decided in my heart that I couldn't let Wang Rou enter the house no matter what, otherwise I don't know what kind of joke would happen.
"What are you busy with? No matter how busy you are, you still have to eat, don't you think so, Xiaorou?" Song Xuemei was determined to invite Wang Rou in for dinner.
"Auntie, I won't bother you."
What surprised Yang Xiaole was that Wang Rou actually agreed.
In fact, Wang Rou didn't want to go in for dinner, but Yang Xiaole was so irritating. She was so happy to see him come back, but what about him? How did he do it? He didn't even treat her to a meal, which was really irritating.
Wang Rou decided to go to Yang Xiaole's house for dinner, partly because Yang Xiaole was so annoying, and partly because of Yang Xiaole. Wang Rou wanted to know more about Yang Xiaole's current situation and her colorful college life.
"That's right. Come on, come into the room and talk." Seeing Wang Rou agreeing, Song Xuemei was overjoyed and very happy.
"Stingy bitch, huh!" Wang Rou snorted coldly as she passed by Yang Xiaole.
Yang Xiaole smiled bitterly, stingy? Haha, I hope you, little girl, don’t run away later. I did it for your own good, but in the end you still said I was stingy? It’s really hard to be a good person these days.
"Dad, I'm back." In the living room, a middle-aged man was sitting there reading a newspaper. He was Yang Xiaole's father, Yang Jiang.
"Well, wash your hands and eat." A man is a man, and he will never show his concern for his son casually.
"Uncle, I'm here to disturb you again." Wang Rou said obediently.
"Haha, Xiaorou, you are still so polite. You don't have to be polite when you come to uncle's house. We are already very happy if you can come and sit at uncle's house." Chen Jiang said with a smile.
A few minutes later, four people, including Wang Rou, sat at the dining table. Yang Xiaole rarely spoke and always attacked the dishes on the table, as if he hadn't eaten in several years, gobbling them down.
"Slow down, honey, please slow down, no one will compete with you." When Song Xuemei saw this, she was happy but also a little sad. Her son ate in such a hurry, it must be because the food at school was not good.
Sons are the darlings of their parents. Song Xuemei is such a son, so naturally she is nervous and concerned.
How does Song Xuemei understand Yang Xiaole's thoughts? What Yang Xiaole wants is to eat as soon as possible, then sneak back to the room and stay here, something will happen sooner or later. With the character of this top mother, there is nothing she dare not do.
"Brother Xiaole, when will you go back to school?" Wang Rou's mind was not on the dinner table.
"In two days." Yang Xiaole replied.
"Baby, tell mom, are you looking for a girlfriend at school?" Song Xuemei looked at Yang Xiaole for a while, then at Wang Rou. Finally, she didn't know what she thought of, and nodded slightly, as if she was deciding something.
.
When Yang Xiaole saw this, he ate faster. Having been Song Xuemei's son for so many years, he knew this wonderful mother very well.
"Mom, I protest again, don't call me baby, I've grown up." Yang Xiaole blushed, he was completely defeated by this top mother.
"The protest is invalid. No matter how old you are, you are still my son. I can shout whatever I like." Song Xuemei rejected Yang Xiaole's protest and asked her to change her words. She really couldn't do it. She had always called Yang Xiaole that way since she was a child.
Now, she was suddenly asked to change her story, and she couldn't do it.
Wang Rou giggled again. She really liked seeing Yang Xiaole like this, it would give her a sense of pleasure, a sense of revenge.
Women all hold grudges.
Yang Xiaole knew that he could not influence his mother's decision, so he stopped talking and just focused on eating.
Although Yang Jiang didn't care much on the surface, his actions had betrayed him. At this time, he had already pricked up his ears, wanting to hear how his son would explain whether he had a girlfriend or not.
"What is Mom asking you? Can't you hear me?" Song Xuemei couldn't help but get angry when she saw her son pretending to be stupid. She stretched out her white and tender hands to hit Yang Xiaole's ears.
"Ah, it hurts, mom, it hurts, let go." The next second, Yang Xiaole let out a scream.
"Do you have a girlfriend?" Song Xuemei asked again.
Yang Xiaole rubbed his ears with a bitter look on his face and said: "No, I don't want to be so early." Yang Xiaole wanted to have it, but this kind of thing doesn't just happen if he wants to. He is looking for a girlfriend, and he can't just find one.
Song Xuemei and his wife were disappointed after hearing this. As they expected, their son had no girlfriend at all. Song Xuemei and the others didn't understand. Their son was not bad looking, so why couldn't he find a girlfriend? What was the reason?
Compared with Song Xuemei and the others, after Wang Rou heard that Yang Xiaole had no girlfriend, she felt relieved for no reason, as if a big stone in her heart had disappeared. What was even more incredible to her was that she actually still had a sweet feeling.
"Xiaorou, do you have a boyfriend?" After Song Xuemei and his wife made a few eye contact, they turned their attention to Wang Rou.
"Mom and Dad, I'm full, you go ahead and eat." What Yang Xiaole was most worried about finally happened. He didn't care that he hadn't eaten, so he put down his bowls and chopsticks and wanted to run away.
"Sit down, Mom still has something to ask you." How could Song Xuemei do what Yang Xiaole wanted? As the saying goes, a mother knows her son better. She knew what her son wanted to do as soon as his buttocks lifted up.
"No, Auntie, I'm still young." Wang Rou was caught off guard by Song Xuemei's words, her pretty face turned red and she was so pretty.
"You're not young anymore, you can fall in love first, Xiaorou. Auntie wants to ask you, do you like your brother Xiaole?"
"Mom, what did you say?" Yang Xiaole was so regretful that his intestines were blue. If he had known this, he would not have come back even if he was beaten to death. Such a mother is so speechless.