Chapter 178

Tang an didn't intend to recover his true face as soon as he left the hotel, because he still had a woman's bag in his hand. What was it like for a big man to hang around with a woman's bag? What's more, there are clothes. After recovering, the body also recovers its original shape. Even if the clothes don't break, they will swell and look nondescript.

What if they accidentally meet as like as two peas, especially Bai Yun Xuan, they are even worse. They can not explain why a girl they saw just now is the same clothes and bags as Tang an.

Tang an can only go back in this suit first, hide in his house and read the spell to remove the transformation. He didn't stop on the road. After all, he has a task. Now that the task is completed, he has no interest in maintaining this state.

When Tang an walked out of the hotel, it had already rained, and the lights in the window were scattered in the night. The broken rain line was like a curtain of glass beads under the rendering of the light.

The road is wet, and the air is filled with a layer of cold that makes the skin slightly cold, an autumn rain and a cold. It is likely that the autumn cold of Zhonghai this year will come earlier than in the past.

Tang an doesn't hate the wet and cold weather very much. In the light rain in the past, Tang an is not used to walking slowly with an umbrella. The drizzle wet her hair and clothes. Just go home and change her coat. She always feels that the world feels different in the rain.

But not today. Today is not a time for hypocritical literature and art. Although the clothes are not thin or transparent, I don't know if they are wet by the rain. How embarrassing it would be to show the fake chest under the clothes. It would be properly stared at by a pile of "look, abnormal" eyes.

Next to the edge of the hotel, Tang an hid from the rain and walked around to another street. He knew that it was very difficult to take a taxi at this point in Zhonghai. He had to wait until the rain was less, or he ran into an empty car during the Universiade.

There are many people standing here waiting for the rain. There is a convenience store next to it. Tang an went in and bought a chicken sandwich. When he was with Ma Shilong just now, he really didn't have any appetite to eat more. Now he feels a little hungry.

After a while, Tang an took it directly and ate it. He didn't care about the image of such a super beauty eating in the roadside rain, which is not very hygienic or elegant.

A dark golden Rolls Royce phantom drove past. Not only Tang an, but also others were attracted by this rare color.

As the most prosperous first tier city in China, China shipping has a lot of rich people. Rolls Royce is nothing, but it is often seen in the streets, but it is basically black, and there are few blue ones. Not to mention this dark gold color, which has never been seen before.

I have to say that compared with the shiny gold, the dark gold still needs to be low-key. The owner of the car probably doesn't think low-key. It can only be said that this color really has more texture. The color of the whole car body and window is very natural. In a rainy night, such a color, such a car is really amazing and can't help but praise its beauty.

Of course, the most important thing is the feeling of impending wealth. In comparison, the license plate number is not that kind of bomb number. It is a very ordinary group of numbers. I don't know whether it has special significance for the owner or whether the owner disdains the license plate of that kind of bomb number.

No one doubts that people who drive such cars can't get a good license plate.

"This seems to be the car of the owner of the Lake Island Hotel. I saw it when I went to the lake island, and the logo has been changed to a tiger, not the goddess logo of Rolls Royce." someone nearby said.

Tang an turned around and took another look. The boss of Lake Island Hotel? That's not sang Mengmeng, her father... That's the boss of her mother.

I don't know much from sang Mengmeng. On the contrary, sang YUEYE told himself a lot about the Sang family, including the story that the Sang family is the descendants of Wusong.

Tang an can't be sure, but there is no evidence to deny it. Maybe the Sang family has indeed been a family associated with some extraordinary forces.

After eating two sandwiches, I felt that the reality was really cruel. Some people were hungry in the rain and ate cheap sandwiches for eight yuan each. Some people drove tens of millions of luxury cars and lamented the scenery on a rainy night.

Tang an just laughed at herself and didn't really have any dissatisfaction with her current life... Except that she was a little worried about Nanmao king.

Just thinking, the dark golden Rolls Royce phantom stopped not far ahead, and then slowly backed up. The wide tires rolled over the ponding on the edge of the street and slowly stopped beside Tang an.

Tang anliao was a little strange. He felt as if someone was looking at him through the window. Although he couldn't see the people in the car, his intuition was very strong.

It seems that the kind of beauty is waiting for the car on the roadside, and the drama of the rich stopping to chat up is about to be staged. People around look at the car and Tang an with different eyes.

Tang an doesn't want to be the protagonist or heroine of this vulgar drama. He's just curious about what the other party wants to do. He wants to say that he has no interest in the Sang family except sang Mengmeng and sang YUEYE

But the door opened. A middle-aged man opened his black umbrella and got out of the car, staring at Tang an.

"What's the matter?" Tang an is not a real beautiful girl. Being stared at so directly will not produce the shyness of a beautiful girl when she faces a domineering president. Just the same middle-aged man staring at him.

Tang an thought of "Wu Xiubo", the image of a man in central and southern China who lived a delicate and mature life. His hair was dark and shiny, but he had some white hair, bright eyes and strong energy. His coat was a black short sleeve. He didn't seem to be afraid of the cold of autumn rain. The hand holding the umbrella handle was strong and muscular, It's the kind of strong body that makes girls scream.

The perfect diamond king in the eyes of girls is probably like this. It's not only rich, but also handsome and strong. It's not the image of a paunchy man who pays the price of health and body for his career.

It's easier for such rich people to find girls, because young girls can be more reasonable, straight and strong. They are so handsome and rich, which makes it difficult for people to find a superior commanding height.

Tang an wondered if the leader of the Tangtang sang family would also stop to chat up young girls? In his capacity, there is no need to use this means. Tang an doesn't know whether the other party is sang Mengmeng's father, but her identity is certainly not low in Sang's family.

"Girl, you look like an old friend of mine." the middle-aged man showed a surprised expression and looked at Tang an absentmindedly.

It's called Tang an "girl", or because of his clothes, but the people next to him show a knowing smile. The excuse for chatting up is very old-fashioned, like an old lover. Then it says that seeing you ignites the feeling of first love, and the impulse of youth burns again.

Tang an is also a little surprised, because since the other party is from the Sang family, it is likely that the "old friend" he said means Tang an's mother "Tang Lake"!

Tang an has seen her present appearance in the mirror. She really looks like her mother Tang Hu. After all, she is her mother's son. Usually, because of gender, her son looks like her mother, that is, some traces between her eyebrows and eyes. However, the image of a girl now looks like Tang Hu when she was young.

"Oh? What a coincidence." Tang an can only deal with it plainly. It's not convenient for him to reveal anything now.

"As like as two peas," the middle-aged man felt again, "it's just the same as when I first saw her many years ago."

Tang an as like as two peas in the past, which is a stranger who looks like a former man, and feels a sense of self remembering. He has made his feelings satisfy himself. Tang an is very clear that even if he looks like a mother, he asks himself that he does not have the kind of quiet and elegant temperament of his mother, and that he will never feel the same.

"It seems that you miss your old friend very much." Tang an wants to determine whether the "old friend" in the middle-aged man's mouth is his mother, although it seems that it is nine times out of ten.

"Of course... She is my best friend, mentor, partner, confidant, and the person I respect and admire most." the middle-aged man stared into Tang an's eyes and showed sadness several times.

If his mother was praised and appreciated like this, Tang an took it for granted, so Tang an asked, "since I am so similar to your old friend, I want to know her name, OK?"

"Tang lake, Tang of the Tang Dynasty, lake of the lake. Like her name, she has the grace of the Tang Dynasty and the quiet and tolerant power of the lake." the middle-aged man then asked, "girl, what's your name?"

Sure enough, it was his mother! Tang an didn't expect to meet his mother's old friend here. Think about it carefully. As far as he knows, among his mother's old friends, he only came into contact with a few people, such as sang Mengmeng, sang YUEYE, ye gang and the middle-aged man in front of him, as if it was a world constructed by his mother outside himself, but he had just come into contact.

"Tang Shui." Tang an casually chose another name. Tang Lizi's name is associated with Ma Shilong. Since the other party thinks he is very similar to his mother, Tang an won't use the dirty name "Tang Lizi".

"The name is also very similar... One is lake and the other is water." the middle-aged man looked at Tang'an in surprise. "Girl, take the liberty to meet me. My surname is sang and sang Wuzang. Wu is the martial arts of martial arts and Tibet is the Tibet of Tibet."

The one surnamed sang, nine times out of ten, is sang Mengmeng's father. Tang an decides. His eyes sweep across sang Wuzang's face. His first impression is good. The sharpness in his eyes is hidden. At least when facing Tang an, there is no sense of oppression and disgusting examination in his tone and form.

"It's a little too similar. Do you really have such an old friend?" Tang an deliberately showed a puzzled expression, which is also the normal reaction of a person being accosted. Tang an should not feel strange at all. Maybe sang Wuzang would feel strange afterwards.