His eyes held a hint of bitterness, but also a sense of relief and satisfaction.
Having gone through so much, she gradually came to terms with it.
Does status matter as long as I can stay by this man's side?
Good friends can be a form of camouflage.
At least it would allow me to legitimately accompany him.
...
On the other end.
An Audi A8 slowly drove into a cluster of old houses.
Pang Zhengming's mother lives here.
My father passed away when I was young, and my mother raised me with great care and love.
Logically speaking, having earned so much money, I should buy my mother a big villa and properly show my filial piety.
In fact, he did just that.
However, less than a week after Wang Xiuzhen moved into the villa complex, she was met with a joint complaint from the other residents.
Not only did they demolish the flower beds in the park, but they also planted vegetables there using organic fertilizer, making the park stink.
When the property management came to communicate, Wang Xiuzhen ended up getting into a fight with them.
Before long, Wang Xiuzhen was isolated by the entire park and had no one to talk to.
He had no choice but to slink back and stay in his own house. Everyone around him grew organic vegetables, so no one could say anything to anyone else.
The key is that you can still find people to play mahjong with.
Now that she's this old, she has no expectations, except that Pang Zhengming will get married soon and give her a big, fat grandson.
As soon as her son returned, she immediately started asking him about his boyfriend.
Pang Zhengming was already annoyed by the loss in court, and said helplessly, "Oh, Mom, aren't you annoying! Every time I come back, you ask me what's so great about getting married!"
The old lady immediately exploded upon hearing this.
"What's so great about getting married? Old Wang's son next door is the same age as you, and his kids are already old enough to run errands. How can I not be anxious?"
Wang Xiuzhen complained with a dissatisfied expression, but then she suddenly remembered something, her eyes lit up, and she said, "Oh, right! I met a mahjong player last time I played mahjong, and wow, her daughter is so beautiful, and she's the CEO of some investment company. Wait a minute, I'll show you the photos she sent me on her phone!"
Pang Zhengming pursed his lips and didn't take it seriously.
What kind of good people can play mahjong in a mahjong parlor?
However, his eyes immediately widened when he saw the girl's photo.
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