Reborn 1990 hot wife chasing husband

Chapter 2702 Live and Transparent

Lin Baiwei knew that Zhou Yueyun was not lying. She also knew such a woman. She was rich and single, so she raised a man who ate soft food. She was young, handsome, strong and obedient. Women were greedy for men's bodies, and men wanted women's money. Get what you need, and live in harmony.

Does she have to be like these women?

"Actually, it's good to think about it. Why should you care about other people's eyes? Just live happily. In the future, I will chat with Qingqing more. Although she is the youngest of the three of us, she is alive. The most transparent." Zhou Yueyun said with emotion.

Lin Bai nodded slightly, she also felt the same way, although Ye Qing was young, he saw things very clearly and understood.

The two took a taxi to go back. The taxi driver was very talkative and spoke Mandarin very well. They moved here from the mainland, so they were very friendly when they saw the fellows from the mainland.

"The inland area is much better now. I went back to my hometown the year before last. My uncles are doing well, and they are all bosses!" the driver said enviously.

In the past, his family had the best conditions, and his parents would often send money to their relatives in their hometown to help their relatives, but now it is reversed, and his family has become the most common. Last year, relatives chipped in to buy it for their family. Set up a new house, saying it was thanks to his parents for their support in those years.

It's really a turn of wind and water, 30 years in Hedong and 30 years in Hexi!

"My parents have already returned to their hometown, and I will go back when I retire. No matter how good the outside world is, there is no hometown. If it weren't for the children who didn't want to go back, my wife and I would have gone back to our hometown."

The driver is about 50 to 30 years old. He came here more than [-] years ago. His children grew up here. His hometown is too strange to them. People's thinking, on the contrary, is that people of the driver's age have deep feelings for the inland.

"It's good to go back. Ye Luo returns to his roots. No matter how far he drifts, it's better to return to his hometown when he gets old." Lin Baiwei agreed.

"That's the reason. The older I get, the more I feel bad. Although I bought a house here and got an ID card, I always feel that my feet are not on the ground. I am not the owner of this city, but like a guest, alas!"

The driver sighed. He was talking about his true feelings. Even though he had lived in this city for more than 30 years, he still felt that he was a guest. His home was not here. His wife had the same experience as him and moved here halfway. Just like him.

There was a traffic jam on the road. There were shops on both sides of the street, and there were many snack bars. There was a luxury car parked in front of a stew shop. Zhou Yueyun saw the shiny golden statuette on the car, and couldn't help but said, "This is Rolls. Les, right? I heard you can afford it but not drive it, is it true?"

The driver smiled, "I can't even afford this car, even though no one can afford the car just because of the license plate, do you know who owns this car?"

Lin Baiwei also aroused his interest. The license plate numbers are all eight, and he really can't afford it. The owner of the car is very unusual, and he can tell from the driver's tone that he is definitely not an ordinary wealthy family.

"It can't be from the richest man's family in HK?" Lin Baiwei joked half-truthfully.

The driver shook his head, "That's not true, but this family is more famous than the richest man. Have you ever heard of Mrs. Miao after gambling in Asia? This car belongs to her family."

Zhou Yueyun's expression was blank, she had never heard of a gambling queen, but Lin Baiwei's face changed, she certainly knew Miao Tianxiang, this is a man who lived in the legend, and his wealth was no less than that of the richest banker, because Miao Tianxiang There are many assets that are invisible, only she knows about them, and there is no way to count them.

(End of this chapter)