Chapter 1986 The person in the mirror looks like a nanny wearing her master's clothes.
Chapter 1986 The person in the mirror looks like a nanny wearing her master's clothes.
"Mom, get in the car." Zhang Ran smiled and looked the other woman up and down. She looked a bit older than a few years ago, with gray hair and wrinkles around her eyes. At the same age, Luo Youdi and the others still had jet-black hair. They went to beauty salons all year round, and there wasn't a single wrinkle around their eyes. They even looked younger than they did in the countryside a few years ago.
Looking at his daughter sitting in the car, who was completely different from the one in his memory, Chen Zhaodi silently got into the car and sat stiffly in the seat, not daring to move. He looked at Dong Chan, who was driving, and then looked down at his rough hands, trying to ignore the burning gazes on him.
"You've had a tough time in prison these past few years. I'll take care of you from now on and make sure you're happy." Zhang Ran leaned closer and gently rested her head on Chen Zhaodi's shoulder, feeling her body suddenly tense up, and the corners of her mouth involuntarily turned up.
Outside the prison gates.
"What did you say?" The hunchbacked old man Chen asked the prison guard again to confirm, "My daughter has been released from prison?"
The lame Luo Laowu immediately stepped forward and asked, "Excuse me, did you see who picked her up?"
The prison guard tried to recall, "There was a car parked outside when she was released; she must have left by car."
After the prison guard finished answering, he closed the gate again.
Luo Laowu looked at Chen Laohan and guessed, "The driver? Could it be Xiaoyue? What do we do now?" He had originally planned to discuss how to cling to Xiaoyue after picking up his sister-in-law from prison, but now they were too late, and she had been picked up ahead of time.
"She must have been taken to the capital by that brat to enjoy a life of luxury!" Old Chen declared confidently. "I'm her own father! She has to take care of me in my old age! Let's go home and pack our things first, then we'll go to the capital to find her!"
"Uncle, we made a deal, if you succeed you have to help me out."
"Don't worry, I won't forget you."
We drove to the county town and found a hotel to rest.
Chen Zhaodi did exactly what Zhang Ran said, without offering any opinions, speaking as little as a second mute woman.
After booking two rooms, Chen Zhaodi went into the bathroom of one of the rooms to take a shower.
Knock, knock, knock—a knocking sound came from outside the bathroom door.
Chen Zhaodi nervously turned off the shower and listened to the sounds outside.
"Mom, I bought you new clothes. Change into them when you come out. I left them outside the door. You can get them as soon as you open the door."
Hearing the footsteps leaving, Chen Zhaodi waited a while before gently opening the door a crack. Seeing that there was indeed a new set of clothes on the chair outside, he opened the door completely and took all the clothes inside.
After showering, I changed into the new clothes and threw the old clothes I had worn in prison into the trash can.
I looked at myself in the mirror again and again, then reached out and touched the fabric of the clothes. It was soft and smooth, and the style of the clothes was very novel, the most popular style this year.
But looking at the person in the mirror, who seemed like a nanny wearing her master's clothes and looked completely out of place, she lowered her head and went out.
Zhang Ran sat on the edge of the bed, a laptop on her lap, typing rapidly.
Hearing footsteps, Zhang Ran turned around and looked at her mother, who looked completely refreshed, and smiled as she praised, "It fits perfectly."
"This dress looks expensive, it must have cost a lot of money, right?" Chen Zhaodi nervously clutched the hem of the dress and asked timidly.
Zhang Ran put down her computer and laughed, "You're my mom, it's only right that I spend a lot of money on you. Get some rest today, I'll take you home tomorrow."
"Okay." Chen Zhaodi watched her leave the room with her computer, opened his mouth as if to say something, but in the end he didn't say a word, watching the door open and close again.
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