Chapter 22: Hidden Camera, Mom was Drugged by Mr. Yang

The small screen lit up, and Mr. Yang’s sallow and wretched face appeared in the camera. He smiled strangely, made a “V” gesture, and then quickly walked away ... Judging from the angle, I guess he hid the camera in the TV cabinet, next to the VCD player, and it might be covered with a cloth, so it is not easy to be discovered...

At this time, I also saw my mother. She was sitting on the sofa, her legs elegantly together, looking at a photo album in her hand.

Mr. Yang put away his smile, walked to her side and sat down as if nothing had happened, and started to talk eloquently, vividly explaining the exotic scenery and travel experiences.

He was quite eloquent. Mom was a little absent-minded at first, but she was attracted as she listened, and her face showed an interested expression.

“This is the Louvre in Paris...” Mr. Yang pointed to a photo in the album and said, “It’s magnificent inside, no worse than the Forbidden City in our country ... Hey, Sister Tang, what’s wrong with you? Are you feeling uncomfortable?”

Mom said “hmm” casually, waved her hand to fan the air a few times, and said puzzledly: “I don’t know why, I suddenly feel very hot, as if there is a fire burning in my stomach.”

“Could it be that the oyster pancakes for dinner are too hot?” Mr. Yang said with concern, “Come on, drink a few more sips of juice to cool down!”

Mom picked up the cup on the coffee table as she was told, and sipped the orange juice slowly with a straw. After drinking half a cup, she said embarrassedly: “Sorry, where were you just now?”

“Speaking of the Louvre, it is really a great building...” Mr. Yang continued to talk endlessly, very interested in talking. However, my mother looked a little abnormal. She seemed to be getting hotter and hotter. Her cheeks were red like ripe apples, and fine beads of sweat oozed out of her smooth forehead ... Later, her hand accidentally unbuttoned a button on her collar...

“Look at this photo. Do you know which of these two people is a real person and which is a sculpture?” Mr. Yang said mysteriously, “Haha, you can’t tell! I showed it to many friends, and none of them could guess it right!”

“Really? Then I’ll guess it too!” My mother was probably aroused by curiosity. She bent down slightly and carefully observed the photo in Mr. Yang’s hand. She didn’t notice that the other person’s eyes were scanning her delicate body, and he took the opportunity to look into her neckline...

“Well, it’s hard to tell...” Mom leaned down a little lower, looked at the album carefully for a while, and said hesitantly, “I guess it’s the one on the left, right?”

“Are you sure? Do you want to take another look?” Mr. Yang smiled softly, deliberately moving the album to a brightly lit place, inducing Mom to lean forward at a greater angle ... Suddenly, his eyes lit up, and his eyes were fixed straight!

From his greedy and treacherous eyes, I can fully imagine that he glimpsed something that made him excited at this moment...

“No, I think it’s the one on the left!” Mom said briefly, her expression suddenly became a little irritable, and she murmured, “It’s strange, I ... I’m still so hot!”

She picked up the cup again, couldn’t wait to pull out the straw, and drank all the remaining juice in one breath.

Maybe because she drank too quickly, two red clouds immediately appeared on her fair face, which made her look even more charming.