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On the day that Fu's mother came to City B, God was in a good mood to clear the haze and show an endless clear sky.

Fu Minglang went to the airport to pick up Qiao's mother, in order to show his sincerity, Qiao Weihuan also went, and the ten men in suits didn't dare to slack off, so they also followed......

A few cars drove from the city to the airport, and then to Qiao's mother.

Outside the courtyard, the white Maybach stopped quietly, apparently arriving early.

"My mother's situation is a bit complicated."

Qiao Weihuan asked Fu Minglang and Fu's mother to wait for a while, opened the car door, and looked at the man in the car seriously, "You promise me, don't stimulate her, don't let her be hurt again." ”

He Zhengxiao got out of the car with long legs, his heroic face was deep and resolute, the reliability of his upright body was unassuming, and he was elegant and calm in his bones.

The big hand was raised, and she gently rubbed the top of the woman's hair, and she inexplicably let go of her heart.

In the house, in the living room.

Qiao's mother and Fu Minglang have been familiar with each other for a long time, and when they saw him coming, their expressions were much more relaxed, and they got along with Fu's mother quite happily, and they seemed to accept her, and Fu's mother's coming to work was almost decided.

The three of them talked happily with each other, but from beginning to end, Qiao's mother didn't look at Qiao Weihuan, nor did she ask who the man on the sofa was who had a strong sense of presence.

Qiao Weihuan wanted to open her mouth several times to introduce, but she stopped in Qiao's mother's disgraced look. She took a sip of tea silently, feeling that there was also a scoop of floating hot tea in her chest, and the thick astringency filled her nose for a long time.

He Zhengxiao took all this into his eyes, leaned on the back of the sofa, and spoke slowly, "Mrs. Qiao." ”

The three words that are neither light nor heavy, and the low and mellow voice instantly suppressed the harmonious atmosphere in the living room.

Qiao's mother was finally alarmed, glanced at him, and nodded, "...... You are? ”

He Zhengxiao curled the corners of his lips, and he caught a glimpse of the woman's hand and bit his lip slightly.

…… Thousands of instructions, forget this stubble!

The relationship between the two of them now, everything that should be done has been done, and the masses know that Qiao Weihuan has a mysterious man. Now that Qiao's mother asked about He Zhengxiao's head, it was impossible for him to hide it, it was too insulting to male dignity. But Qiao's mother didn't know that she and Mo Xilin had been blowing for 800 years, and now that Leng Buding found out that she had been replaced, would she be shocked?

However, unexpectedly, He Zhengxiao said slowly, "It's rude, my surname is He, and I am Huanhuan's teacher." ”

Qiao Weihuan: "......"

Fu Minglang: "......"

Fu's mother: "......"

She whispered to Fu Minglang next to her: "This is Miss Qiao's boyfriend, right?" ”

Fu's mother, who doesn't pay attention to the entertainment industry, knows who Fu Minglang is working as an assistant, and usually pays attention to Qiao Weihuan's movements. The last news made a lot of noise, and it was reported in the newspaper for several days, Qiao Weihuan and the "mysterious man" left the country head-on, and Fu's mother guessed for a long time. Now that she saw He Zhengxiao, she was immediately sure that this was the "mysterious person".

Fu Minglang rubbed the back of his head and whispered back to her: "I don't know." ”

Mother Fu looked at him.

Fu Minglang smiled: "I really don't know......"

He also looked confused! My sister and he have divided it well, and now it's a teacher, who knows what's going on?

Qiao's mother didn't notice anything wrong with the other people's expressions at all, she just said "oh", and then there was no follow-up.

Maybe it's not curious about what the so-called teacher teaches, or maybe it's because I've been exhausted by the long-term mental torture, and I don't have the extra energy to grind for anything else.

It's just that Qiao Weihuan is her daughter, and Qiao's mother's "oh" is extraordinarily indifferent.

Qiao Weihuan pursed her lips, got up silently, and forced a smile, "Mom, I'll go to the kitchen to see what I want to eat at noon." ”

Qiao's mother didn't know if she heard or didn't respond.

Qiao Wei left the living room happily, and soon, Fu Minglang and Fu's mother also got up with knowledge and interest, and went to Sister-in-law Li to inquire about Qiao's mother's habits.

When the living room was quiet, Qiao's mother finally noticed that something was wrong and looked around blankly.

Suddenly, there was a "bang", and He Zhengxiao opened the curtains.

The floor-to-ceiling windows of the living room were wide open, and the curtains were originally half-concealed, but now they were completely opened, and the late autumn wind jumped in in an instant, bringing a burst of comfortable coolness and dispelling the anxiety of the autumn tiger pouring into the room.

Qiao's mother took a deep breath of cool air, and heard the man ask slowly in a soothing and low voice.

"Mrs. Joe is forty-six years old?"

Qiao's mother was a little refreshed by the cool breeze, and her mood relaxed a lot, and she chatted with a man who was not familiar for the first time.

"I'm forty-six. How old is Mr. He? ”

"Thirty."

Qiao's mother smiled a little, "It really doesn't look like it." ”

"Yes."

The tall man stood by the window, his long fingers slowly raising the tie, and Sven tied up the curtains. His every move is noble and self-contained, and Junxiu is tough, as if there is a wonderful rhythm, which gradually overlaps with his gentle tone.

"How old does Madame Joe look like me?"

Qiao's mother couldn't help but take a closer look at his face.

A young face, a straight nose, and a hard face.

Especially those eyes, deep and quiet black, without obvious emotions, but as if they can look into people's hearts, and then peel them off layer by layer, revealing the soft and fragile core inside.

She had the impression that she had seen such eyes before......

Qiao's mother frowned slightly, recalling more and more carefully.

Where have you seen it?

His gaze casually slid and landed on the man's hand hanging by his side.

Very few people would go out with white gloves, but she had seen such people, in ...... Manchester.

At the end of the narrow alley, in the dark black car, behind the falling window, the young child's immature face, his hands propped up on the door frame with white gloves. His eyes are the same, black without bounds, deep in proportion to his age, quietly glimpsing everything......

Qiao's mother's face stiffened, and the corners of her drooping mouth began to tremble.

The obvious change in his expression completely confirmed the man's speculation.

"Looks like Madame Joe has seen me."

He Zhengxiao put one hand into his trouser pocket, raised the other hand, and gently lifted the collar of his shirt with his long fingers, and his dark eyes met Qiao's mother's gray eyes straight.

"Maybe I should call you Mrs. Xu?"

Qiao's mother opened her eyes in disbelief, her trembling fingers were raised, and her voice was dry and hoarse, "You ......"

……

In the kitchen, Qiao Weihuan lowered her eyes to make coffee, and Fu's mother and Fu Minglang helped out.

Anyone with a discerning eye can see that the relationship between the mother and daughter is very unusual, and the two dare not speak indiscriminately, for fear of poking Qiao Weihuan, so they have to chat about something that is not nutritious.

Qiao Weihuan responded with a few words in a timely and appropriate manner, meticulously brewed coffee, and began to wash the teacup. In fact, I kept thinking about what happened in the living room.

Qiao's mother has become a frightened bird, and she doesn't even dare to let the two of them stay in a more closed space, for fear of causing Qiao's mother's discomfort.

With He Zhengxiao's ability, it shouldn't cause a backlash from Qiao's mother, right?

…… If you come here, then believe him once?

Qiao Weihuan exhaled a long breath, and just happened to hear Fu's mother counting Fu Minglang: "How old are you, don't you want to find a partner, do you want me to worry?" ”

Fu Minglang was dry, gave Qiao Weihuan a look, and begged her to save him from fire and water.

Qiao Wei turned her head with a smile, "No, Aunt Fu, you have to urge more, Minglang is now helping me raise a dog and take care of the house every day, and I will be idle and get out of the grass, and I won't talk about the object, I will worry about him." ”

Fu Minglang: "......"

He squatted in the corner of the wall, determined to complete the great business of making coffee alone, so as not to be urged to marry by two women.

Mother Fu said that she couldn't move him, and turned her head to talk to Qiao Weihuan, "Miss Qiao, your ...... Teacher, it looks very magnificent, you guys are a good match. ”

“…… Is it? ”

Qiao Weihuan somehow felt a little hot on her face.

Now that I think about it, Yu is public and private, He Zhengxiao has taught her a lot of things, and there is also a disguised "support", which is really a bit of a teacher.

But the two of them ate and lived together, slept many times, and taught a ball.

Mother Fu didn't know what Qiao Weihuan was thinking, so she said casually: "Yes, if you look closely, it's still a little ...... husband and wife."

Married to the teacher?

What the hell is this sense of forbidden/taboo??

With a crisp "click", Qiao Weihuan hit the water platform with the teacup in his hand and almost died honorably.

Almost at the same time, however, a shrill scream was heard from the living room.

It was both poignant and fierce, and it was more mournful than ever.

Qiao Weihuan's heart "boomed", his breathing stagnated, and he pushed open the kitchen door without thinking.

Qiao's mother was still sitting on the sofa, not struggling, self-abusing and hurting, her weak body was shaking like chaff, her convulsive arms were clutching her stomach, her eyes were full of painful red silk, and the terrible feeling of suffocation made her mouth open wide, and she screamed mournfully.

It was hardly a human sound, more like the wailing of some dying animal.

The wailing that was close at hand did not make He Zhengxiao's body move a bit, he didn't even look back, his eyes were lowered, his arms supported the armrests of the sofa, and in a gesture of questioning, he continued to say to Qiao's mother, whose pupils were about to dilate...... Madame, you know both of these things better than anything else. ”

Qiao's mother seemed to have been choked by someone for seven inches, and she suddenly lost her voice.

"Mom!!"

Qiao's mother was shocked, her gray eyes turned, and when she saw Qiao Weihuan rushing over, her eyes were red and she pushed the man away, and pulled her arm desperately.

"Mom...... I was wrong, I will never do this again! ”

Qiao Weihuan forcefully pulled away the fingers of Qiao's mother's deadly arm, and then held it tightly.

"Mom, I'll listen to you for everything in the future, if you don't want to see me, then I won't come, I'll come back when you want to see me...... I promise you, there will be no psychiatrist in the future, let alone anyone else! Please, don't be yourself......"

She raised her misty eyes, so close that she could clearly see that despair and fear were evident in Qiao's mother's frozen expression.

Then, Qiao's mother's eyelids closed suddenly, the distortion on her face did not fade, but her hand hung down softly - Qiao's mother fainted.

Qiao Wei sat on the floor like a detached force, his whole body was stiff, and he couldn't move anymore, so he could only say with a faint breath: "...... Minglang, help me help my mom to the bedroom, I don't have the strength. ”

Fu Minglang came over quickly, but stopped halfway.

He Zhengxiao bent down, his broad shoulders blocked Fu Minglang's way, his cold long fingers grabbed her wrist, and he was about to gently bring the person up, but his arm was pushed away by the woman.

Qiao Weihuan looked at him expressionlessly, and in his dark eyes, the mist that had not dissipated condensed into frost and fell on him coldly.

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Remember for a second No pop-ups

……

On the day that Fu's mother came to City B, God was in a good mood to clear the haze and show an endless clear sky.

Fu Minglang went to the airport to pick up Qiao's mother, in order to show his sincerity, Qiao Weihuan also went, and the ten men in suits didn't dare to slack off, so they also followed......

A few cars drove from the city to the airport, and then to Qiao's mother.

Outside the courtyard, the white Maybach stopped quietly, apparently arriving early.

"My mother's situation is a bit complicated."

Qiao Weihuan asked Fu Minglang and Fu's mother to wait for a while, opened the car door, and looked at the man in the car seriously, "You promise me, don't stimulate her, don't let her be hurt again." ”

He Zhengxiao got out of the car with long legs, his heroic face was deep and resolute, the reliability of his upright body was unassuming, and he was elegant and calm in his bones.

The big hand was raised, and she gently rubbed the top of the woman's hair, and she inexplicably let go of her heart.

In the house, in the living room.

Qiao's mother and Fu Minglang have been familiar with each other for a long time, and when they saw him coming, their expressions were much more relaxed, and they got along with Fu's mother quite happily, and they seemed to accept her, and Fu's mother's coming to work was almost decided.

The three of them talked happily with each other, but from beginning to end, Qiao's mother didn't look at Qiao Weihuan, nor did she ask who the man on the sofa was who had a strong sense of presence.

Qiao Weihuan wanted to open her mouth several times to introduce, but she stopped in Qiao's mother's disgraced look. She took a sip of tea silently, feeling that there was also a scoop of floating hot tea in her chest, and the thick astringency filled her nose for a long time.

He Zhengxiao took all this into his eyes, leaned on the back of the sofa, and spoke slowly, "Mrs. Qiao." ”

The three words that are neither light nor heavy, and the low and mellow voice instantly suppressed the harmonious atmosphere in the living room.

Qiao's mother was finally alarmed, glanced at him, and nodded, "...... You are? ”

He Zhengxiao curled the corners of his lips, and he caught a glimpse of the woman's hand and bit his lip slightly.

…… Thousands of instructions, forget this stubble!

The relationship between the two of them now, everything that should be done has been done, and the masses know that Qiao Weihuan has a mysterious man. Now that Qiao's mother asked about He Zhengxiao's head, it was impossible for him to hide it, it was too insulting to male dignity. But Qiao's mother didn't know that she and Mo Xilin had been blowing for 800 years, and now that Leng Buding found out that she had been replaced, would she be shocked?

However, unexpectedly, He Zhengxiao said slowly, "It's rude, my surname is He, and I am Huanhuan's teacher." ”

Qiao Weihuan: "......"

Fu Minglang: "......"

Fu's mother: "......"

She whispered to Fu Minglang next to her: "This is Miss Qiao's boyfriend, right?" ”

Fu's mother, who doesn't pay attention to the entertainment industry, knows who Fu Minglang is working as an assistant, and usually pays attention to Qiao Weihuan's movements. The last news made a lot of noise, and it was reported in the newspaper for several days, Qiao Weihuan and the "mysterious man" left the country head-on, and Fu's mother guessed for a long time. Now that she saw He Zhengxiao, she was immediately sure that this was the "mysterious person".

Fu Minglang rubbed the back of his head and whispered back to her: "I don't know." ”

Mother Fu looked at him.

Fu Minglang smiled: "I really don't know......"

He also looked confused! My sister and he have divided it well, and now it's a teacher, who knows what's going on?

Qiao's mother didn't notice anything wrong with the other people's expressions at all, she just said "oh", and then there was no follow-up.

Maybe it's not curious about what the so-called teacher teaches, or maybe it's because I've been exhausted by the long-term mental torture, and I don't have the extra energy to grind for anything else.

It's just that Qiao Weihuan is her daughter, and Qiao's mother's "oh" is extraordinarily indifferent.

Qiao Weihuan pursed her lips, got up silently, and forced a smile, "Mom, I'll go to the kitchen to see what I want to eat at noon." ”

Qiao's mother didn't know if she heard or didn't respond.

Qiao Wei left the living room happily, and soon, Fu Minglang and Fu's mother also got up with knowledge and interest, and went to Sister-in-law Li to inquire about Qiao's mother's habits.

When the living room was quiet, Qiao's mother finally noticed that something was wrong and looked around blankly.

Suddenly, there was a "bang", and He Zhengxiao opened the curtains.

The floor-to-ceiling windows of the living room were wide open, and the curtains were originally half-concealed, but now they were completely opened, and the late autumn wind jumped in in an instant, bringing a burst of comfortable coolness and dispelling the anxiety of the autumn tiger pouring into the room.

Qiao's mother took a deep breath of cool air, and heard the man ask slowly in a soothing and low voice.

"Mrs. Joe is forty-six years old?"

Qiao's mother was a little refreshed by the cool breeze, and her mood relaxed a lot, and she chatted with a man who was not familiar for the first time.

"I'm forty-six. How old is Mr. He? ”

"Thirty."

Qiao's mother smiled a little, "It really doesn't look like it." ”

"Yes."

The tall man stood by the window, his long fingers slowly raising the tie, and Sven tied up the curtains. His every move is noble and self-contained, and Junxiu is tough, as if there is a wonderful rhythm, which gradually overlaps with his gentle tone.

"How old does Madame Joe look like me?"

Qiao's mother couldn't help but take a closer look at his face.

A young face, a straight nose, and a hard face.

Especially those eyes, deep and quiet black, without obvious emotions, but as if they can look into people's hearts, and then peel them off layer by layer, revealing the soft and fragile core inside.

She had the impression that she had seen such eyes before......

Qiao's mother frowned slightly, recalling more and more carefully.

Where have you seen it?

His gaze casually slid and landed on the man's hand hanging by his side.

Very few people would go out with white gloves, but she had seen such people, in ...... Manchester.

At the end of the narrow alley, in the dark black car, behind the falling window, the young child's immature face, his hands propped up on the door frame with white gloves. His eyes are the same, black without bounds, deep in proportion to his age, quietly glimpsing everything......

Qiao's mother's face stiffened, and the corners of her drooping mouth began to tremble.

The obvious change in his expression completely confirmed the man's speculation.

"Looks like Madame Joe has seen me."

He Zhengxiao put one hand into his trouser pocket, raised the other hand, and gently lifted the collar of his shirt with his long fingers, and his dark eyes met Qiao's mother's gray eyes straight.

"Maybe I should call you Mrs. Xu?"

Qiao's mother opened her eyes in disbelief, her trembling fingers were raised, and her voice was dry and hoarse, "You ......"

……

In the kitchen, Qiao Weihuan lowered her eyes to make coffee, and Fu's mother and Fu Minglang helped out.

Anyone with a discerning eye can see that the relationship between the mother and daughter is very unusual, and the two dare not speak indiscriminately, for fear of poking Qiao Weihuan, so they have to chat about something that is not nutritious.

Qiao Weihuan responded with a few words in a timely and appropriate manner, meticulously brewed coffee, and began to wash the teacup. In fact, I kept thinking about what happened in the living room.

Qiao's mother has become a frightened bird, and she doesn't even dare to let the two of them stay in a more closed space, for fear of causing Qiao's mother's discomfort.

With He Zhengxiao's ability, it shouldn't cause a backlash from Qiao's mother, right?

…… If you come here, then believe him once?

Qiao Weihuan exhaled a long breath, and just happened to hear Fu's mother counting Fu Minglang: "How old are you, don't you want to find a partner, do you want me to worry?" ”

Fu Minglang was dry, gave Qiao Weihuan a look, and begged her to save him from fire and water.

Qiao Wei turned her head with a smile, "No, Aunt Fu, you have to urge more, Minglang is now helping me raise a dog and take care of the house every day, and I will be idle and get out of the grass, and I won't talk about the object, I will worry about him." ”

Fu Minglang: "......"

He squatted in the corner of the wall, determined to complete the great business of making coffee alone, so as not to be urged to marry by two women.

Mother Fu said that she couldn't move him, and turned her head to talk to Qiao Weihuan, "Miss Qiao, your ...... Teacher, it looks very magnificent, you guys are a good match. ”

“…… Is it? ”

Qiao Weihuan somehow felt a little hot on her face.

Now that I think about it, Yu is public and private, He Zhengxiao has taught her a lot of things, and there is also a disguised "support", which is really a bit of a teacher.

But the two of them ate and lived together, slept many times, and taught a ball.

Mother Fu didn't know what Qiao Weihuan was thinking, so she said casually: "Yes, if you look closely, it's still a little ...... husband and wife."

Married to the teacher?

What the hell is this sense of forbidden/taboo??

With a crisp "click", Qiao Weihuan hit the water platform with the teacup in his hand and almost died honorably.

Almost at the same time, however, a shrill scream was heard from the living room.

It was both poignant and fierce, and it was more mournful than ever.

Qiao Weihuan's heart "boomed", his breathing stagnated, and he pushed open the kitchen door without thinking.

Qiao's mother was still sitting on the sofa, not struggling, self-abusing and hurting, her weak body was shaking like chaff, her convulsive arms were clutching her stomach, her eyes were full of painful red silk, and the terrible feeling of suffocation made her mouth open wide, and she screamed mournfully.

It was hardly a human sound, more like the wailing of some dying animal.

The wailing that was close at hand did not make He Zhengxiao's body move a bit, he didn't even look back, his eyes were lowered, his arms supported the armrests of the sofa, and in a gesture of questioning, he continued to say to Qiao's mother, whose pupils were about to dilate...... Madame, you know both of these things better than anything else. ”

Qiao's mother seemed to have been choked by someone for seven inches, and she suddenly lost her voice.

"Mom!!"

Qiao's mother was shocked, her gray eyes turned, and when she saw Qiao Weihuan rushing over, her eyes were red and she pushed the man away, and pulled her arm desperately.

"Mom...... I was wrong, I will never do this again! ”

Qiao Weihuan forcefully pulled away the fingers of Qiao's mother's deadly arm, and then held it tightly.

"Mom, I'll listen to you for everything in the future, if you don't want to see me, then I won't come, I'll come back when you want to see me...... I promise you, there will be no psychiatrist in the future, let alone anyone else! Please, don't be yourself......"

She raised her misty eyes, so close that she could clearly see that despair and fear were evident in Qiao's mother's frozen expression.

Then, Qiao's mother's eyelids closed suddenly, the distortion on her face did not fade, but her hand hung down softly - Qiao's mother fainted.

Qiao Wei sat on the floor like a detached force, his whole body was stiff, and he couldn't move anymore, so he could only say with a faint breath: "...... Minglang, help me help my mom to the bedroom, I don't have the strength. ”

Fu Minglang came over quickly, but stopped halfway.

He Zhengxiao bent down, his broad shoulders blocked Fu Minglang's way, his cold long fingers grabbed her wrist, and he was about to gently bring the person up, but his arm was pushed away by the woman.

Qiao Weihuan looked at him expressionlessly, and in his dark eyes, the mist that had not dissipated condensed into frost and fell on him coldly.

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