C120

The stars support the moon.

Bai Mei had this kind of feeling now, she would sometimes be flocking around the Crystal Palace, but it was completely different from the feeling of being the center of attention now, most of her subordinates were around her because of the benefits, while Yang Shugou's group of ladies and daughter-in-laws were genuinely in love with her.

Women's minds were sometimes very sensitive. Bai Mei could feel the sincerity of her countrymen in Yang Shuigou. This was probably one of the few closed mountain villages in the world today. It was already hard to find such a thing in a big city filled with reinforced concrete.

Everyone had a hearty dinner, even Bai Mei was persuaded to eat a lot, under the siege of a bunch of girls in Yang Shugou, she still wanted to be reserved. Dream on, if you don't eat, you can eat it in your bowl, it's all in your bowl, if you don't eat it you don't give me face.

After dinner, the ladies sat for a while and went back to their own homes, where they slept on the white plum tree. Zhong Luojuan was in a very difficult situation, since she only had a few rooms to sleep in.

The conflicted Zhong Ruan even quietly asked Yang Fan if he should let Bai Mei sleep with him. She scared Yang Fan so much that he almost fell off his chair, "Ah, my dear mother, you really do care about me. You don't mind your son suffering. How can Bai Mei agree to that?"

"Forget it. Your mother has heard that the people in the city are very open-minded. Honestly speaking, how long have you and Bai Mei been dating each other? How far have the two of them progressed?" Zhong Renjuan would never let down her chain at critical moments. If she could make use of the heat to settle this marriage between her son, why would she, as an old lady, act as if she could not see the two of them sleeping together?

In the end, Yang Fan soon slipped away and went to Yang Sanmao's house to sleep.

This made Zhong Ruan Juan disappointed and happy. She was disappointed that her son and Bai Mei had yet to reach that step. Pleased that Yang Fan and Bai Mei hadn't done anything shameful.

Zhong Runjuan's heart was filled with contradictions. She believed that this was what a mother should feel conflicted about.

Bai Mei was sleeping in Yang Fan's room, and of course, on Yang Fan's bed.

However, Zhong Runjuan gave her a clean set of bedding and did not let Baimei use Yang Fan's bedding.

Lying on Yang Fan's bed, looking at the wooden roof, Bai Mei's thoughts were in disarray, she felt as if she had been separated by a lifetime.

He had never imagined that he would be lying on a man's bed in such a remote mountain village, watching the man grow up on a big roof. This feeling was both novel and interesting, filled with incredulity.

However, all of this seemed so natural that it did not make Bai Mei feel out of place. As a woman, and also a very beautiful woman, she did not feel any nervousness or anxiety from being in a strange environment, nor did she worry about her safety. It had to be said that this was fate.

The next morning, Bai Mei woke up from her sweet dream.

How many years had it been since the day he was forced to marry that heartless old pervert during his internship? Bai Mei had never felt as comfortable as last night when she slept.

Even after the old pervert received his punishment and died, Bai Mei was often woken up by nightmares at midnight. Many times, when she woke up at midnight, she would shed tears, unable to sleep for a long time.

However, just last night in a strange little village, on a man's bed, she had once again found the same feeling she had when she was a young girl, the same sweet, beautiful, pink dream she had when she was a young girl.

After dressing up and pushing open the door, the fragrance of plants and vegetation that could only be smelt in the mountains assaulted her senses. Bai Mei greedily took in a deep breath of this rare fresh air, elegantly stretching her waist, showing nature the most beautiful beauty of a woman.

"What a beautiful bathing picture of the morning sun. I am truly blessed today." As Yang Fan walked in from the courtyard entrance, he cupped his fists in greeting, mimicking the fair-skinned boy on the television as he said in a sour tone, "Young lady, you have always been well. This young one pays his respects to you." I wonder where my wife lives, how old is she? "

"I live at the Liang Household in Tokyo. My maiden name is Pan and my maiden name is Jin Lian. May I ask if mister's surname is Wu Mo?" Bai Mei mischievously blinked her eyes and began to play a line with Yang Fan.

"Ugh …" "I don't have a brother named Wu Song. My surname is Xi Men. I'm very happy to meet you. Everyone calls me …"

Just as Yang Fan was about to happily say that he was going to call himself Officer Xi Men, a broom broom suddenly flew out from the kitchen. Zhong Runjuan immediately shouted, "I'll call you Xi Men Qing, see if I don't smash your butt!"

Yang Fan fled in panic and went to the backyard to feed the black bear to the birds, afraid of disturbing Bai Mei while she slept. Last night, the black bear was treated unfairly and sent to the backyard by Zhong Runjuan.

After so many years, Yang Dongdong's health was not good, and the entire family was supported by Zhong Ruan alone. If her character wasn't a little bit forceful, then the entire family wouldn't be able to live, and they would be bullied to death!

In the countryside, not all of them were kind-hearted people. There were a few hoodlums and rogues in any village, and if a family was too weak, they would often be bullied by them. Yang Shuigou was no exception, although it was much better than other villages, but there was also a lot of idle people.

This was a rule set by Yang Fan himself. Every morning before going to work, he would gather at his own house, one to summarize the previous day's work, and the other was for him to personally pay for the previous day's work. There was a saying in these large companies that it was called the Morning Meet, which was used to motivate the morale of the staff, and to enhance the cohesion of the staff.

One day or two wouldn't be enough to tell what was going on. As long as the process continued for a long time, the power of brainwashing would show itself. Just by looking at the various actions of those people who had been brainwashed, one could tell how powerful brainwashing was.

Killing and arson, acting as a human bomb, not sparing himself and his family's lives to strive for his own ideals …

And so on and so forth. These were all done by the person who brainwashed them. The power of brainwashing could not be exchanged with money or benefits. It was the number one unique skill in history that no other means could match!