Yang Hao turned his head in astonishment and looked at the woman who appeared at the door. After just one glance, Yang Hao was a little stunned.
A very beautiful woman.
She has a delicate and beautiful face, somewhat similar to Zhao Yuan, and is very tall, at least 1.72 meters tall. Under her short skirt and pajamas, she has a pair of surprisingly long white legs, slender and tight, full of incomparable temptation.
She stood casually by the door, but she was full of incomparable charm, as if the night had suddenly become hazy and ambiguous, but her face was very cold, and even a little impatient.
Who is this woman?
She looks very similar to Zhao Yuan, so she shouldn't be Zhao Yuan's sister, right?
Just when Yang Hao was suspicious, Zhao Yuan shouted in panic: "Mom, you haven't slept yet."
mom!
This young, beautiful and outrageous woman turned out to be Zhao Yuan’s mother!
Yang Hao opened his eyes wide, filled with disbelief. The woman in front of him was too young. She looked no more than twenty-six, but she turned out to be Zhao Yuan's mother. You must know that Zhao Yuan is already eighteen years old.
.
Could it be the stepmother?
No, this woman's face and Zhao Yuan's face can be said to be printed from the same mold...
I'm going to die, you monster!
He had met Jiang Manqing before. Jiang Manqing was very well-maintained. She was in her thirties and looked about thirty years old, but the one in front of her seemed even more extreme.
Mother Zhao glanced at Zhao Yuan, but did not answer her words. Instead, her eyes fell on Yang Hao, looked up and down, and asked lightly: "Who is he? Is he your man?"
Yang Hao opened his eyes wide with shock.
What did I just hear?
Am I hearing hallucinations?
Are you a man?
Is this what a mother should ask, especially when her daughter is only eighteen years old...
No, could it be that she knew about Zhao Yuan’s previous situation?
Zhao Yuan's face turned as red as blood, and her eyes showed undisguised anger, and she said coldly: "Mom, don't talk nonsense, he is my friend, and he sent me back because he was worried that it would be unsafe for me to walk at night.
of."
"Friends?" There was a sneer on Mother Zhao's face, but for some reason, there was obvious hatred in her cold eyes: "Weren't you guys kissing just now? What kind of friends are you?"
Yang Hao always felt that he was thick-skinned, but at this moment, he also felt a little fever on his face. Although Zhao Yuan had taken the initiative to kiss him before, but being caught on the spot by his mother, what did it mean?
Explain?
There's no way to explain this at all.
Could it be that you patted your chest and said that we didn’t kiss and that what you just saw was all an illusion?
Zhao Yuan's face suddenly became more and more embarrassed, and she said coldly: "Kissing or not, that's my business, it's not your business. You never care about me anyway, right?"
Yang Hao was surprised again when he heard Zhao Yuan's words. He had just been entangled in the youth of Zhao Yuan's mother and the embarrassment of being caught kissing. He didn't notice it for a while, but Zhao Yuan said two sentences in a row, with a cold tone,
And he did not hide his dissatisfaction, and there was no respect in his words. This made Yang Hao finally discover one thing, that is, Zhao Yuan and her mother seemed to be very difficult to deal with?
Never care about her?
It seems that Zhao Yuan's family also has many problems.
There was such a big movement at the door, but there was no reaction in the house. It seemed that there was no one else in the house. Where was Zhao Yuan's father?
Zhao Yuan contradicted her mother, turned around, and looked at Yang Hao pleadingly: "Brother Yang, please go first."
Yang Hao looked at Zhao Yuan's face, which was red and full of embarrassment, and his eyes were full of pleading. He thought for a moment, he was just an outsider and didn't know anything about the affairs between other people's mothers and daughters. It was not a problem for him to interrupt rashly.
, then nodded: "Okay, I'll go first, goodbye."
Yang Hao nodded slightly at Mother Zhao as a greeting, then turned around and walked back the way he came. During the whole process, Mother Zhao did not make any response, but looked at Yang Hao with an indifferent expression.
Yang Hao's figure disappeared around the corner. Mother Zhao withdrew her eyes and walked back to the house. Zhao Yuan also followed in with a cold face and closed the door with a bang.
Mother Zhao sat down on a sofa in the house, stared at Zhao Yuan who walked in, and said calmly: "Let's talk."
Zhao Yuan stared at her mother coldly. After looking at each other for three seconds, Zhao Yuan walked to the other side of the sofa, sat down, dropped her bag beside her, and lowered her head without looking at the woman opposite: "What do you want?
What to say, just say it.”
Mother Zhao stared at her daughter sitting opposite, with a somewhat complicated look in her eyes: "Who is that man?"
Zhao Yuan did not raise her head and replied in a cold tone: "Who he is seems to have nothing to do with you. You never seemed to care about what kind of men I associate with before."
Mother Zhao frowned, and her voice suddenly became three-thirds higher-pitched, and it actually sounded a bit calm and powerful: "Tell me!"
Zhao Yuan raised her head in surprise and looked at her mother with some astonishment. On her face, she actually saw a rare solemnity and even a bit of majesty. It was hard for Zhao Yuan to imagine that she didn't care about anything.
Mother, she can still possess such aura.
Is this still the person you know well?
"She was a friend of my classmate. Later we played together and became friends."
Zhao Yuan originally didn't want to answer this question, but looking at the stern look on her mother's face, she suddenly felt afraid for some reason and subconsciously answered. But as soon as the words came out of her mouth, Zhao Yuan
I feel a little embarrassed, why did I just say it?
Zhao's mother was obviously not satisfied with Zhao Yuan's general answer, and continued to ask aggressively: "What is his name, where is he from, and what does he do?"
Zhao Yuan suddenly stood up from the sofa and glared at Zhao's mother: "That's enough, are you done yet?"
Mother Zhao looked at the angry Zhao Yuan coldly: "Why, I am your mother, why can't I ask you?"
"mom?"
Zhao Yuan's face showed a somewhat complicated expression, like anger and sadness: "Maybe you gave birth to me and then fed me and didn't let me starve to death, but since you were a child, you have a real sense of
Have you ever cared about me, have you ever truly loved me?"
Zhao Yuan's eyes quickly became rosy as she spoke, but her face turned pale: "Is there a mother in the world who disappears without saying a word for several months? Is there a mother who indulges her daughter in doing her job but doesn't care about it? Is there any mother in the world who doesn't care about her daughter?
Are you a mother who said nothing when her daughter was being taken care of? Now that I have truly made a friend, you have come to ask me about it, and you still sound like this. Is this concern? Is it really concern?"
Zhao's mother sat quietly on the sofa, facing Zhao Yuan's question without saying a word. Her face was already cold, but there was a complex look in her eyes that was difficult for others to distinguish.
Zhao Yuan's hands were clenched into fists. She opened her mouth, hesitated for a moment, and finally said the words she had buried in her heart for a long time: "Sometimes I really wonder, are you my mother?"
After Zhao Yuan said this, tears flowed out of her eyes uncontrollably, but she did not reach out to wipe them away, she just stared at Mother Zhao stubbornly.
Mother Zhao's face was still cold, but her eyes became very distant, and the air was extremely quiet, like a cemetery. After a long while, Mother Zhao's voice faintly sounded in the air: "Go to sleep."
Zhao Yuan bit her lip heavily, suddenly grabbed her bag, rushed into her bedroom, and then slammed the door again. A low and suppressed cry came faintly from the room.
Mother Zhao was sitting on the sofa. She suddenly reached out and took a pack of cigarettes from the coffee table. She took out one and put it in her mouth. She lit the fire and took a deep breath. Then the smoke flowed from her sexy face.
Squirting out of red lips.
The blurred smoke obscured Mother Zhao's straight face with two twists, as well as the madness and entanglement in her beautiful eyes.
…
When Yang Hao returned to the villa, it was already almost one o'clock.
In the past, no matter how late Yang Hao came back, Yang Hao's psychological pressure was not too great. Anyway, he and Qiu Yunzhen slept in separate rooms. If he slept downstairs, it would not affect Qiu Yunzhen. But now his master Sun Tianhai still
Living here, he has always lived in Qiu Yunzhen's bedroom. The two of them were in the same room. Yang Hao felt a little stressed when Mo entered the room in the middle of the night.
Yang Hao hesitated for a moment, forget it, Qiu Yunzhen was already working hard enough, and if he slipped in in the middle of the night, smelling of alcohol, and had to take a shower, he would definitely wake up Qiu Yunzhen, so he might as well go back to his room and sleep quietly.
Well, the reason is that he drank too much and smelled of alcohol, so Olivia would not find it strange that he slept in the guest room. As for Sun Tianhai, he already knew that they slept in separate rooms.
After washing himself carefully, Yang Hao lay on the bed, thinking about today's events, feeling very strange in his heart.
Zhao Yuan and her mother are both rare beauties, especially Zhao Yuan's mother, who is sexy and charming to a certain extent. Even during the whole meeting, she maintained an extremely indifferent attitude.
But Yang Hao could still clearly feel the temptation in her body.
It seems extremely weird that such a sexy and charming young woman, with a young and beautiful daughter, lives in a mixed slum.
Although it was only a few minutes, Yang Hao could tell that Zhao Yuan's mother was definitely not an ordinary person. She had an aura that definitely didn't belong in the slums, because women in that kind of place usually have deep feelings in their bones.
Everyone will have a bit of timidity and caution brought about by poverty, but Yang Hao could not feel it at all from Zhao Yuan's mother.
She stood so simply at the door, but she looked like a queen, with a strong aura that could not be concealed in her light and flowing eyes.
This woman is definitely not simple! (To be continued)