"Mom, as long as you don't feel the pain yourself, you don't have to eat the pain who gave it to you. Don't be sad, haven't you decided to be a better self?" Qiao Anan came over, squatted in front of her mother, raised her head, and comforted her gently.

Zhang Xiuzhu looked at her daughter's beautiful and youthful face, and her sincere and caring eyes.

She held back her sadness: "You're right, they are trying to anger me on purpose, as long as I don't care, they can't be angry with me."

"Mom, it's good if you can think that way, Mom, your nose is not so swollen." Joan An raised his mouth and smiled.

"Really? Let me take a look." Zhang Xiuzhu took out a small mirror and looked around: "Has it changed to look better?"

"It looks much better, Mom, let's go with you to get a new hairstyle in the afternoon and make a complete change." Qiao Anan found that her mother has really become beautiful, and, recently, she has also successfully lost weight, which has changed a lot from before.

"Okay, I also want to change myself." Zhang Xiuzhu wiped away her tears and said to her daughter with a smile.

In the afternoon, Qiao Anan accompanied her mother to a high-end barber shop. She specially found a handsome young man to cut her mother's hair. The young man's humorous language made Zhang Xiuzhu shy and talkative a lot.

Qiao An felt that she had a dark belly, and she even found a young man to divert her mother's attention. Fortunately, the effect was not bad.

"An'an, do you want to have a new hairstyle? I think you are dark and straight every day. You are really rustic." Zhang Xiuzhu said to her immediately.

Joan Ann shook her head quickly: "No, I just like the current hairstyle."

Zhang Xiuzhu had no choice but to ask no more. After the hairstyle was done, the handsome young barber asked Zhang Xiuzhu to apply for a membership card with his sharp tongue.

"An'an, just now Xiao Wang said that my hairstyle made me more than ten years younger, what do you think?" Zhang Xiuzhu looked at her daughter happily and asked.

"Of course, try all the hairstyles that you didn't dare to try before, and now you will find that your whole person is different." Qiao An'an is very happy, her mother's mentality has changed now.

"Hey, I wasted too much time in the past. I always thought that it would be enough to be a good wife, but in the end I became a yellow-faced woman. Now that I am better, I find that this society is quite beautiful by tossing myself and getting in touch with people more." Zhang Xiuzhu said with emotion.

"Mom, have you finally experienced the joy of being a rich woman? I have already let you live a decent life, but you didn't listen." Joan Ann couldn't help laughing at her.

"Okay, An An, my mother used to be too conservative in her thinking, so she felt that Qiao Dawei was the only one in the world, and she revolved around him every day to please him. I'm really tired. From now on, I want to see more of the world and men." Zhang Xiuzhu seemed to be taking revenge on her previous self who didn't know how to enjoy herself. Now her mood is relaxed, and her world is much more open.

"Mom, why don't you sign up for a gym and practice yoga and dance when you have time to make yourself younger." Qiao Anan suggested.

"Okay, there is a gym downstairs in our community. Mom will sign up for it in a while. If you don't have any money, you can spend what you need. If you don't have enough, I ask Qiao Dawei for it. He can't let him only raise that vixen, but also us." Zhang Xiuzhu didn't reject spending money at all. On the contrary, she seemed to be addicted to spending.

Joan Ann nodded: "Okay, Mom, I'll take a look with you."

It was getting dark, and Luo Beiyuan looked at his phone. For a day, Qiao Anan didn't send him a text message, nor did he make a phone call.

He was a little depressed and a little lost, sitting on the big black chair, not knowing how to arrange the evening.

He played with his mobile phone over and over again, it was dinner time, and to be honest, he really wanted to ask her to meet for dinner.

May I?

Luo Beiyuan restrained this impulse. In the end, he had to pack up the documents at hand, got up, and planned to leave work.

When he drove back to the community and walked in the park of the community, when he looked up, he saw the lights of Qiao An'an's house.

she is at home.

Luo Beiyuan bit her thin lips. She never thought that if she found a girlfriend by herself, she would not be able to meet as she wanted.

Still a little unwilling in his heart, Luo Beiyuan took out his mobile phone and sent a text message to Qiao Anan, asking her to meet in the garden downstairs.

Joan Ann just took a shower, rubbed her long hair, and heard the sound of text messages on her mobile phone, she quickly walked over to take a look. JrNovels.com