Luo Jinyu and Yang Chuchu's young master began the opening ceremony.
It was already the wee hours of the morning. Joa
a, who had just fallen asleep, suddenly woke up and opened her eyes. She saw her mother, whose hair was a mess, standing beside her bed with a cell phone in her hand.
"An An, get up, hurry, I know where your father is, this time I must catch him, I want to see who that shameless Xiao San is, help me go up and tear her face apart." The mother bent down and pushed her, thinking that she was still unconscious, so she spoke very loudly.
"Mom, how late are you? Still going?" Joa
a had gotten used to it. Her mother had been suspicious ever since she was thirteen, and she had taken her to catch her father from time to time. But now, her father seemed to be even colder towards her.
"I have to go. Are you my biological son or not? I don't care if I die or die? " Mother Qiao suddenly cried sorrowfully, tears flowing.
"Fine, fine, fine. I'll go and change my clothes…"
"Don't change it, it's not like we're going for a show. We're going to kidnap the adulterers, hurry up and go downstairs. You drive." Her mother burst into tears. Gritting her teeth in hatred, she turned and stomped down the stairs.
Joa
a looked at her pajamas and pajamas. Luckily, they were thick and couldn't be exposed, so she could only pull at her hair painfully. This was really her last time. If there was a next time, she would divorce her parents.
Joa
a drove to a five-star hotel while listening to her mother's screams and curses.
"Pah!" Above her head, a bolt of lightning flashed. The deafening sound scared Joa
a so much that she shrunk like a dog. She covered her ears and quickly dragged her mother into the hotel, afraid that she would be struck by lightning.
Mrs Qiao, on the other hand, seemed to have not heard the sound of thunder, her heart was dead as ashes, she had managed the life for so many years, she was on the verge of collapse, why would she be afraid of death? Even if I have to die, I have to bring that husband of mine.
Joha
immediately told the front desk to look for someone, and the front desk looked at her in confusion.
The two of them got into the elevator in passing. They were wearing pajamas, and their hair was hanging out on one side like the ghosts of dead women. It was really scary.
"What's the room number?" Joa
a asked.
"Top floor, presidential suite, 5508 rooms." Her mother's eyes were red and swollen, her eyes listless, but her spirit was in high spirits. Clearly, she had complete confidence this time.
"An An, come take out your phone and take a photo of that shameless woman. I will make her lose her reputation." Mrs Qiao grinded her teeth in resentment.
"Oh, I know." Joa
a took out her cell phone and switched it to camera mode.
When the elevator rang, mother and daughter quickly ran to the corridor, looking for the room number.
"Mom, the door isn't shut tight." Joa
a's sharp eyes looked over and saw that the heavens were really helping her and her daughter. The door was actually ajar.
"Get in and take pictures. Hurry up and take them. Don't let that little bitch go." Mother An angrily pushed the door open and shouted at her daughter.
Joa
a immediately took her cell phone and ran from the living room to the bedroom, moving quickly and skillfully.
In the bedroom, a tall figure with a towel tied around his neck was about to change his clothes when he saw a woman barging in with a cell phone in her hand facing him. His eyes immediately darkened as he coldly asked, "Who are you?"
"Ah?" Not my dad? " Joa
a's beautiful eyes were instantly filled with shock. She quickly put down her phone, said a word of apology and turned to run out.
"Mom, it's the wrong number, not dad. Did you get the room number wrong again?" As Joa
a ran out, she grabbed her mother's arm and led her out of the room.
"Not your father's room? "That's impossible, the room 5509 on my phone is next door?" Mrs Qiao was crying so much that her eyes went blurry, so she misread the number.
"Don't get it wrong again." Joa
a was speechless with her mother. The scene just now had been really awkward.
"No, this is the room." Mrs. Qiao wanted to knock on the door.
Joha
grabbed her arm and narrowed his eyes. "Let me do it."
Right at this moment, a tall young figure came out of the gate beside them. Gu Beiyuan stared coldly at the mother and daughter standing outside the gate.
There was no time to be ashamed. He lightly knocked on the door and anxiously said in a very professional voice, "Esteemed customer, hello. Our downstairs is on fire. Please leave immediately."
Not long later, the door was quickly opened by someone. It was Father Qiao. At the same time, a woman's panicked voice sounded from inside: "Old Qiao, is there a fire? Let's hurry up and flee. "
"Where are you ru
ing off to, you bitch?" Mrs Qiao immediately screamed and rushed in. Joa
a also quickly lifted her phone and ran in.
"Ah! Old Qiao, save me! Your tigress is pulling my hair!" A woman's scream came from inside.
Joa
a raised her hand and patted down the woman. Suddenly, she saw that her mother seemed to be at a disadvantage. She quickly put her cell phone into her bag and joined the fight.
"Let go of my mom, you bitch."
"Not letting go, aiya, my hair ??"
The three women in the room were fighting each other. Father Qiao, who was standing beside them, watched them coldly. In the end, he shouted angrily, "Zhang Xiuzhu, Joa
a, get out of here quickly."
Father Qiao's voice caused the three people who were fighting to stop. Joa
a's face had been ripped a few times, and both mother and daughter were battered and exhausted.
"Qiao Dawei, I want to divorce you." Zhang Xiuzhu screamed angrily.
"Alright, we will leave as soon as the sun rises. Scram quickly." Father Qiao immediately came over and dragged the mother and daughter out of the room. "Zhang Xiuzhu, I've had enough of you. Get lost."
Joa
a stood at the side with a pale face, looking at her mother's eyes filled with tears. She secretly clenched her teeth and held her mother's hand. "Let's go back. We shouldn't mess with him in the future. He won't change."
As she passed the nearby door, Joa
a heard a heavy door slam. Her heart skipped a beat as she looked at the door.
In the elevator, Zhang Xiuzhu leaned against the wall of the elevator, her face ashen. Her eyes glazed over as she asked, "An An, why aren't you a son?"
Joa
a's face stiffened. Here it comes again. Is Mommy going to recite it for the rest of her life?
"If you were a son, your dad wouldn't ignore you so much, and he wouldn't dare divorce me." Zhang Xiuzhu covered her face and cried out in endless grief.
Joa
a looked up at the sky, her eyes filled with an unconcealable sense of inferiority. Yes, why was she not her son?
Was her mother's marriage unhappy because she wasn't a son?
Was it because her father was not a son that he went out every day to find the woman outside to punish her?
But who had the ability to choose their own birth? She also wanted to be a son, she also wanted to be valued, wanted to be born into a happy and happy family, and not be like this. She wanted to be a son, she also wanted to be valued, wanted to be born into a happy and happy family, and not be like this, she wanted to be a son, she wanted to be a son,
"Mom, you should get a divorce. I'll rent a house for you from outside. I won't be studying. I'll be working. It'll be better than living in the Qiao family, living off people's faces." Finally, Joa
a decided that she would take her mother and leave the disappointing Qiao family.
"Divorce?" She had never thought about getting a divorce. If she left, it would mean nothing to her. Now, outsiders respected her as Madam Qiao, and her daughter was the young miss of the Qiao family. If she left, it would mean nothing to her.