Qingming Festival, light rain.
Zuo Jing led a family, a group of more than twenty people, after smoking the grave of his godfather Bai Xingjian, he walked towards the convoy parked next to him.
Seeing the driver getting out of the car and trot about to open the door, Zuo Jing signaled that he would do it himself.
The driver had to stop and watch his master steal his job.
Zuo Jing continued to support Mrs. Tong, stretched out his free left hand to open the car door, and then covered the upper edge of the car door frame.
The expressionless driver Xiaoyu stared at the toes one foot in front of his toes. Every time he saw this, he secretly complained in his heart: It's coming again, the old man is supporting the young woman's mother.
The old man here is not the old man of Erhuayin, but the abbreviation of the old man's son.
It's so magical. My son looks much older than his mother.
Director Zuo is already fifty years old this year. Although he does not look old, it can still be seen at a glance that his age and appearance are basically the same.
No one knows how old Mrs. Tong is this year. It is said that this is a secret and no one dares to inquire. It is said that if anyone inquires, Director Zuo will be furious. Uncle Zuo is very angry, and the consequences are very serious...
As a driver, controlling your mouth is the most basic thing.
However, as a distant relative of Director Zuo, his loyalty is undoubtedly.
Like other distant relatives who depended on the Zuo family, they are all tightly tied together.
That is really a prosperous and a loss.
Therefore, I only dared to complain in secret. My father called me last time and warned me that I had this problem since I was a child and would like to sneer secretly when I was fine. If this problem does not change, I will get back to him.
As the person closest to the leader, the driver certainly has some speculations.Mrs. Tong's biological daughter is nearly sixty like her leader. So it is certain that Mrs. Tong is 80 years older.
So Mrs. Tong has always been living in simplicity, afraid that people will say they are old fairies.
If it weren't for the huge influence of Tong Baizuo's three families, maybe Mrs. Tong would have been studied by those research institutions, right?
Just imagine, whose 80-year-old lady looks like a thirty-year-old woman?
The rosy and gentle face is full of collagen, as smooth as egg white...
The driver Xiaoyu dared not think about it anymore. He could only listen less and watch more about his leadership’s family affairs.
Tong Jiahui's elegant legs were gathered together, her knees bent slightly, and her hands wrapped around the long skirt wrapped around her butt was about to get into the car. She seemed to feel something and looked at the way she came with Zuo Jing.
A car had turned in from a distance, and then hesitated for a while, finally stopped in the distance, then slowly retreated, parked on the side of the road, making way for the convoy here.
The 58-year-old Zuo Jing's eyes were worse than those of Tong Jiahui, who was eighty-two, and lowered her head and whispered to confirm: Is it her car?
Tong Jiahui nodded: It's her, you haven't seen each other in more than ten years, right?or……?
It's Ah. So many years have passed, and the grievances and grievances of the past have faded.Zuo Jing nodded and agreed.
So Tong Jiahui stood up straight, waved to the distance, and let the car drive in.
The mother and daughter did not have overnight revenge. Although they didn't like this daughter at the beginning of the first two years, two years later, the mother and daughter couldn't help but go to see her daughter, and the mother and daughter started to walk again.
The car in the distance seemed to hesitate. After more than ten seconds, the car started and drove in slowly.
A woman got out of the car and showed a very old look. Her long-term lack of qi and blood caused her face to be slightly dull, with more than half of her hair gray and not dyed.
Unlike Zuo Jing, he has more than half of his hair gray, but he must keep dyeing his hair before attending meetings and events.
The woman's eyes were a little dull, which was in sharp contrast with Tong Jiahui's agile and clear eyes beside her.
It makes sense that a happy woman lives smaller and smaller.
Looking at Bai Ying who was slowly walking over, then at Tong Jiahui beside her, and the wife and fucking sister who seemed to be in her twenties. In addition to her husband and wife, there were also the families behind the convoy, Zuo Jing not only recalled thirty years ago...
Zuo Jing led a family, a group of more than twenty people, after smoking the grave of his godfather Bai Xingjian, he walked towards the convoy parked next to him.
Seeing the driver getting out of the car and trot about to open the door, Zuo Jing signaled that he would do it himself.
The driver had to stop and watch his master steal his job.
Zuo Jing continued to support Mrs. Tong, stretched out his free left hand to open the car door, and then covered the upper edge of the car door frame.
The expressionless driver Xiaoyu stared at the toes one foot in front of his toes. Every time he saw this, he secretly complained in his heart: It's coming again, the old man is supporting the young woman's mother.
The old man here is not the old man of Erhuayin, but the abbreviation of the old man's son.
It's so magical. My son looks much older than his mother.
Director Zuo is already fifty years old this year. Although he does not look old, it can still be seen at a glance that his age and appearance are basically the same.
No one knows how old Mrs. Tong is this year. It is said that this is a secret and no one dares to inquire. It is said that if anyone inquires, Director Zuo will be furious. Uncle Zuo is very angry, and the consequences are very serious...
As a driver, controlling your mouth is the most basic thing.
However, as a distant relative of Director Zuo, his loyalty is undoubtedly.
Like other distant relatives who depended on the Zuo family, they are all tightly tied together.
That is really a prosperous and a loss.
Therefore, I only dared to complain in secret. My father called me last time and warned me that I had this problem since I was a child and would like to sneer secretly when I was fine. If this problem does not change, I will get back to him.
As the person closest to the leader, the driver certainly has some speculations.Mrs. Tong's biological daughter is nearly sixty like her leader. So it is certain that Mrs. Tong is 80 years older.
So Mrs. Tong has always been living in simplicity, afraid that people will say they are old fairies.
If it weren't for the huge influence of Tong Baizuo's three families, maybe Mrs. Tong would have been studied by those research institutions, right?
Just imagine, whose 80-year-old lady looks like a thirty-year-old woman?
The rosy and gentle face is full of collagen, as smooth as egg white...
The driver Xiaoyu dared not think about it anymore. He could only listen less and watch more about his leadership’s family affairs.
Tong Jiahui's elegant legs were gathered together, her knees bent slightly, and her hands wrapped around the long skirt wrapped around her butt was about to get into the car. She seemed to feel something and looked at the way she came with Zuo Jing.
A car had turned in from a distance, and then hesitated for a while, finally stopped in the distance, then slowly retreated, parked on the side of the road, making way for the convoy here.
The 58-year-old Zuo Jing's eyes were worse than those of Tong Jiahui, who was eighty-two, and lowered her head and whispered to confirm: Is it her car?
Tong Jiahui nodded: It's her, you haven't seen each other in more than ten years, right?or……?
It's Ah. So many years have passed, and the grievances and grievances of the past have faded.Zuo Jing nodded and agreed.
So Tong Jiahui stood up straight, waved to the distance, and let the car drive in.
The mother and daughter did not have overnight revenge. Although they didn't like this daughter at the beginning of the first two years, two years later, the mother and daughter couldn't help but go to see her daughter, and the mother and daughter started to walk again.
The car in the distance seemed to hesitate. After more than ten seconds, the car started and drove in slowly.
A woman got out of the car and showed a very old look. Her long-term lack of qi and blood caused her face to be slightly dull, with more than half of her hair gray and not dyed.
Unlike Zuo Jing, he has more than half of his hair gray, but he must keep dyeing his hair before attending meetings and events.
The woman's eyes were a little dull, which was in sharp contrast with Tong Jiahui's agile and clear eyes beside her.
It makes sense that a happy woman lives smaller and smaller.
Looking at Bai Ying who was slowly walking over, then at Tong Jiahui beside her, and the wife and fucking sister who seemed to be in her twenties. In addition to her husband and wife, there were also the families behind the convoy, Zuo Jing not only recalled thirty years ago...
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