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Chapter seven hundred and twenty second initiative

Zhang Heng did it on purpose, but the reason was no different. The mother of this long-legged beauty looked so 'taste'. From the outside, she looked like a charming young woman in her early thirties. When she looked closely, she felt that she was only twenty years old. Every move was full of mature taste that little girls had never had.

A beautiful woman is not as old as a person, and men will like it. However, this woman has a dangerous atmosphere, which makes people warn!

"Hehe, little brother is really good at speaking!" Mrs. Yang covered her mouth and smiled with no sign of anger on her face.

Zhang Heng beat the snake and followed the stick, and said with a smile: "Is that true? My sister is so young, how could it be A Zi's mother? Even if you two take to the streets, I'm afraid 99% of people will mistakenly think that you are mother and daughter? Hehe, I'm just telling the truth!"

"I like to listen to this." Mrs. Yang obviously didn't care about Zhang Heng's words. Which woman doesn't like to be younger in the eyes of others!

When she said the two of them, A Zi stomped her feet in a coquettish way. She was the only person who was a little dissatisfied. Even if she acted, she acted very well. After all, one was her own friend and the other was her own nominal mother. How could she mess up her seniority? She muttered her little mouth and said unhappily: "How can you two be like this? Mom, you are so bad, what sister? This is someone else's friend, your junior, okay?"

"My good baby, don't be angry? Isn't it okay if my mother is wrong? But, your friend is really interesting!" Mrs. Yang hugged A Zi and said with a smile.

The intimate look made A Zi slightly uncomfortable on her face, and the goose bumps under her clothes appeared. But in front of the shrewd man opposite, she knew that she would never show any of her feet.

"Auntie is right. We are all talking about our own things. Are you angry? Are you right? Auntie and Sister?" Zhang Heng said, but he secretly blinked at A Zi's mother.

A Zi muttered her little mouth and dug him hard, angrily not wanting to pay attention to him!

"Zhang Heng, right? Auntie will ask you Xiaoheng from now on. You and A Zi will sit down first, and I will help you wash fruits." As she said that, Mrs. Yang turned around and walked towards the kitchen, her buttocks twisted as if nothing had happened. I don't know if it was intentional or born like this.

"Auntie, don't have to be busy!" Zhang Heng politely said, put the things he bought in the living room, sat on the sofa, and took A Zi to the arms while she was not paying attention, and said in a low voice: "Your mother is so beautiful, even better than you!"

After twisting in Zhang Heng's arms for a few times, A Zi looked at him hard and hummed. She lowered her voice and said, "I can warn you, you. If you dare to hit my mother's attention, I will bite you to death, do you believe it?"

"Finish!" Zhang Heng nodded, raised his hand and slapped her, and said with a wicked smile: "I just don't know where you want to start?"

"Blow you to death!" A Zi was not polite and raised her fist and smashed it at him.

Zhang Heng stopped A Zi's hand and suddenly asked curiously: "Are you really mother and daughter?"

The re-report of the old story made A Zi feel sad. In fact, she should have thought of it long ago. Mrs. Yang said that the two were mother and daughter. This man was so smart and had many hearts, so it would be strange if he could believe it.

His mind was full of thoughts. At this time, Mrs. Yang's footsteps came out. A Zi pretended to be shy and hurriedly stood up from Zhang Heng's arms, glared at him, and exposed the topic, without answering!

"Come on, Xiaoheng eat fruit!" Mrs. Yang smiled and put down the fruit.

"Thank you aunt!" Zhang Heng also smiled and said politely, and was rude to the snake.

After all the three of them sat down, Mrs. Yang asked with a smile: "Xiaoheng, where is your home? How old is this year? Do you have a girlfriend? Are you planning to settle in the capital?"

The mother-in-law question was almost said directly, are you interested in my daughter? Do you want to marry her?

As a mother, such questions are very suitable for Mrs. Yang's identity at this time, making people feel confused, and at the same time, it will not stop the growing good feelings. It seems that this mature woman is also a master of this!

A Zi's face turned red, and she stomped her feet and screamed at Mrs. Yang in a coquettish manner.

Zhang Heng smiled bitterly, and didn't want to answer the question of household registration-style checking, but...

"My family belongs to Yunhai. This time I came to Beijing, I don't plan to stay too long. After the matter at hand is solved, I will leave. As for my girlfriend, haha, I already have it, and A Zi has seen it too." Zhang Heng said with a smile, and he didn't hide anything. However, the last time the long-legged beauty saw Li Meng, not Zhao Xue!

Mrs. Yang was stunned for a moment, turned her head to look at A Zi, and gave people the feeling that she had misunderstood the relationship between the two, and she thought that Zhang Heng and her daughter were boyfriend and girlfriend!

A Zi blushed her face, wrinkled Xiao Qiong's nose, and whispered: "What do you think I'm doing? I haven't said anything about it. We are ordinary friends, so you can ask more questions."

"Are you just an ordinary friend?" Mrs. Yang smiled bitterly and looked at Zhang Heng again, shook her head and muttered to herself: "Hey, I really don't know what you young people are doing now. Forget it, I don't want to care about your affairs. Anyway, you just have the right to be a good idea!"

Zhang Heng touched his nose until he didn't say anything, but he was still very confused. Are these two really mother and daughter? Not to mention the age or not, but the mother and daughter are somewhat similar, right? But in Zhang Heng's eyes, they did not resemble at all in terms of expression or appearance.

For some reason, Yang Zhengyang's somewhat arrogant face suddenly jumped out, making him and Mrs. Yang look a little similar!

Could it be that this mature beauty has some connection with that young master Yang?

Although Zhang Heng and A Zi are not boyfriend and girlfriend, Mrs. Yang still kept Zhang Heng, and the lunch was very rich. From the other party's words and expressions, it is not difficult to see that she seems to have a good impression of Zhang Heng and wants to match the two together!

Zhang Heng naturally would not pretend to be a gentleman for such a "good thing", and pushed it out, and he should hum, but he didn't lose anything anyway.

During the meal, the three of them drank some wine. After the meal, Mrs. Yang said that she had always had the habit of taking a nap. She went back to her room and slept for a while. She also asked Zhang Heng to be more casual at home and not be polite. She told Ah Zi to accompany Zhang Heng.

A Zi looked at the other person's eyes that looked smirking, and her face turned a little red. But she scolded Mrs. Yang in her heart, "You said you want to play, just play with him, why do you have to accompany him? Do you really think that it's easy to mess with? She has a deep feeling about this man's "badness". She might have been ruined by him in just a while!

But I also know that this is a task assigned by the wife, and even if she is dissatisfied, she cannot tolerate her rejection. In front of the wife and the young master, she, a little maid, has no human rights at all!

"Beauty, did you take me to visit your boudoir?" Zhang Heng smiled and whispered to A Zi.

A Zi blushed her face, wrinkled her little nose, and said coldly: "You are so beautiful that you can't. You can't go there, you can only stay in the living room."

"Before your mother went to take a nap, I had to tell you that you would accompany me. Is that how you treat the guests?" Zhang Heng looked stern and glared at her angrily. This house is not very big, with three bedrooms and two living rooms. Except for the one where Mrs. Yang lives, there must be one of the two remaining rooms. Even if she doesn't say which one is, can Zhang Heng still not find it?

"Tsk, don't be proud, that is, you are polite and kind to you. Do you really treat yourself as a distinguished guest?" A Zi didn't care. She thought that she was not safe in the living room. If she went to the bedroom, the danger would be even more. Don't think that having a 'Mrs. Yang' at home can scare this bad embryo!

Zhang Heng turned around and walked towards the room himself, saying to himself: "Do you think I won't look for it if I don't tell you. I'm so stupid!"

A Zi was anxious, jumped up from the sofa and shouted, "Hey, how can you be like this!"

"What's your name? Do you know your 'mother' is resting in the room? Call me again, I'll leave now, it's weird if you bird you later!" Zhang Heng turned his head and gave her a blank look. Then he pushed open the door of the room and walked over. He knew that this long-legged beauty had a purpose to him and would not easily break up with him!

Therefore, all initiative is not in the other party’s hands!

"You... erotic, big bad guy, turtle bastard, come out for me." As Zhang Heng thought, A Zi really didn't dare to really tear her face. If that were the case, wouldn't the preparations she made in the previous few meetings be wasted? Yang Zhengyang wouldn't let her do that, but now Mrs. Yang is here again, and she won't let her do that either.

If she really turned against Zhang Heng, Mrs. Yang would definitely blame her!

Zhang Heng was sure that this room was A Zi's, and the layout was very similar to her personality. When A Zi came in, he was already lying on the bed with his head raised, his face a little intoxicated, and his eyes closed.

"The purple fragrance is your body fragrance, right?" Zhang Heng muttered to himself. Hearing A Zi's ears made her tremble.

I scolded this man in my heart.

"How can you be like this? Get up quickly. My mother saw it. How do you ask me to explain it?" A Zi stood at the door, looking complaining, and had no choice but to sacrifice the nominal "mother" in hopes of achieving a slight effect!
Chapter completed!
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