Supreme soldier king

Yang Hao turned his head in astonishment, and looked at the woman who appeared at the door, but with 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 she is tall, at least 1.72 meters.

She just stood by the door casually like this, but she was full of incomparable amorous feelings, as if the night had suddenly become hazy and ambiguous, but her face was very indifferent, and even a little impatient.

Who is this woman?

She looks very similar to Zhao Yuan, so she must 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, his eyes were full of disbelief, the woman in front of him is too young, she looks only twenty-six or seventeen, she is Zhao Yuan's mother, you know Zhao Yuan is eighteen years old .

Could it be the stepmother?

No, the faces of this woman and Zhao Yuan can basically be said to be printed in the same mold...

I'm going to go, evildoer!

He had met Jiang Manqing before, and Jiang Manqing was well maintained. He was in his thirties, and looked only in his thirties, but this one in front of him seemed to be even more extreme.

Zhao's mother cast a glance at Zhao Yuan, but did not answer her words. Instead, she turned her eyes on Yang Hao, looked him up and down, and asked lightly, "Who is he, are you a man?"

Yang Hao opened his eyes wide with astonishment.

What did I just hear?

Am I hallucinating?

Are you a man?

No, could it be that she knew about Zhao Yuan's previous situation?

Zhao Yuan's face was as red as blood, and there was undisguised anger in her eyes, 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."

"Friend?" There was a sneer on Zhao's mother's face, but she didn't know why, but there was two obvious hatred in her indifferent eyes: "What kind of friend?"

Yang Hao always felt that he was thick-skinned, but now he also felt that his face was a little hot. Although Zhao Yuan took the initiative to kiss him before, but being caught by his mother on the spot, what is this?

explain?

This can't be explained at all.

Zhao Yuan's expression suddenly became more and more embarrassing, and she said coldly: "That's my business, you don't care about it, you never care about mine anyway, don't you?"

Yang Hao was taken aback when he heard Zhao Yuan's words, and he didn't realize it for a while, but Zhao Yuan said two sentences in a row, his tone was indifferent, and he made no secret of his dissatisfaction, without the slightest respect in his words, which made Yang Hao Yang Hao finally discovered one thing, that is, Zhao Yuan and her mother seem to be at odds?

Never ignore 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 room. It seemed that there was no one else in the room. Where is Zhao Yuan's father?

Zhao Yuan replied to her mother, turned her head, and looked at Yang Hao imploringly: "Brother Yang, you can go first."

Yang Hao looked at Zhao Yuan whose face was red, full of embarrassment, and his eyes were full of pleading. After thinking about it, he was just an outsider who didn't know anything about the matter between other people's mother and daughter. , nodded immediately: "Okay, then I'll go first, goodbye."

Yang Hao nodded slightly at Zhao's mother as a greeting, then turned and walked towards the way he came from. During the whole process, Zhao's mother did not make any response, but just looked at Yang Hao with an indifferent expression.

Yang Hao's figure disappeared around the corner, Mother Zhao looked away, and walked back to the house, Zhao Yuan also followed in with a cold face, and closed the door with a bang.

Zhao's mother sat down on a sofa in the room, stared at Zhao Yuan who walked in and said lightly, "Let's talk."

Zhao Yuan stared at her mother coldly, and after looking at each other for three seconds, Zhao Yuan walked to the other side of the sofa, sat down, threw her bag beside her, and lowered her head without looking at the woman opposite: "Do you want Say what, say it."

Zhao's mother stared at her daughter sitting opposite, with a complicated look in her eyes: "Who is that man?"

Zhao Yuan didn't raise her head, and replied in a cold tone: "Who he is, it doesn't seem to have anything to do with you. You didn't seem to care what kind of man I associate with before."

Zhao's mother frowned, and her voice suddenly became high-pitched, with a hint of calm and prestige: "Tell me!"

Zhao Yuan raised her head in surprise, and looked at her mother in astonishment. On her face, she saw a rare solemnity, and even a bit of dignity. It was hard for Zhao Yuan to imagine that she was the one who didn't care about anything. Mother, she still has such an aura on her body.

Is this still the person you know?

"She was a friend of my classmate, and later we played together and became friends."

Zhao Yuan didn't want to answer this question at first, but seeing the stern look on her mother's face, for some reason, she suddenly felt two points of fear, and subconsciously answered, but as soon as the words came out, Zhao Yuan I feel a little ashamed, why did I just say that?

Zhao's mother was obviously not satisfied with Zhao Yuan's general answer, and continued to ask aggressively: "What's his name, where is he from, and what does he do?"

Zhao Yuan stood up from the sofa all of a sudden, and glared at Zhao's mother: "Enough is enough, you're not finished yet."

Zhao's mother looked at the angry Zhao Yuan coldly: "Why, I'm your mother, why can't I ask?"

"mom?"

Zhao Yuan's face showed a somewhat complicated look, 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 without caring about it? Now I You really made a friend, but you remembered to ask, and you still have such a tone, do you care, do you really care?"

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, 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.

...

It was almost one o'clock when Yang Hao returned to the villa.

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 he slept in the guest room. Olivia would not find it strange. 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.

It looks extremely weird for such a sexy and charming young woman to live in a slum with a beautiful young daughter.

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 did not belong to the slums, because women in that kind of place usually have deep feelings in their bones. Everyone has a bit of timidity and caution brought about by poverty, but Yang Hao couldn't 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!