Chapter 158: Meher Bound To System

A few glances were enough to see everything. It was a typical migrant worker’s rental, still the kind so simple you could not cook.

"I chose this place. After paying, it was basically acting first and reporting later. What I liked was that her room is pretty big. With two mattresses placed down, my mom can’t run away when I come back on weekends."

Abigail smiled lustfully, then made a phone call and asked, "Mom, are you still not off work???"

"We’re here. Okay, okay, then we’ll come find you."

After hanging up, Abigail said with a smile, "My mom said she just got off work and told us to wait for her at the restaurant."

The restaurants around the hospital were mainly fast food. Abigail led the way to a barbecue place. At one glance, it was a typical rural self-built house.

The three-story self-built house was simply decorated but not too shabby. At one glance, it was the kind that did business with village people. It was mealtime now, and there were quite a lot of people.

A table was set up at the entrance, very full of street life and everyday atmosphere. These days most city areas don’t allow stalls, so coming once in a while was not bad.

"My mom likes this barbecue place the most, especially their boiled tripe and cold dishes. Those are must-orders."

Maybe because business was too good, the tableware was all disposable. When the charcoal stove came, Abigail had already washed the cups and brought two bottles of beer.

"Feeling so spirited?"

Ryan asked with a laugh.

"I’m giving you a BUFF, so later you can perform well and persuade my mom."

Abigail poured beer for Ryan while saying with a grin, "These past few days, my mom probably doesn’t believe a single punctuation mark of what I said. She only knows I suddenly have 400,000 in money of unknown origin."

"Actually, even I think it’s magical. I don’t know how to tell her, so I’m leaving it all to you."

While talking and laughing, Abigail suddenly stood up and waved, "Mom, over here!"

Ryan instinctively turned back to look, and found that all the men, just like him, first secretly glanced at the stunning Abigail, then neatly and uniformly looked toward the woman walking over and swallowed their saliva.

Her height was definitely over 170, probably only a little shorter than Abigail. Her long wavy hair was casually draped, very eye-catching.

She wore a casual tank top on top, squeezing out deep cleavage. That prominent roundness was unparalleled and easy to make people imagine things.

On the bottom she wore a pair of tight jeans, outlining the perkiness of her buttocks and the slimness of her legs. Her delicate feet wore a pair of casual sandals.

Even her nails were painted with nail polish. It was a very simple purple, yet it carried a particularly seductive charm.

A standard oval face, big eyes, a delicate nose, and very sexy small mouth. The face formed by these features was incomparably stunning.

She looked like she was in her early thirties, should be at the stage where a mature woman has just grown into a young married woman. She had a kind of mature seductiveness that made you think of the word vixen right away.

Her facial features were extremely similar to Abigail’s. With light makeup, she looked even more refined, simply like a mature version of Abigail, with a few more traces of mature seductiveness.

Just like Abigail, she belonged to the kind of top-notch beauty who would be charming even if dressed in a sack.

"Ding... binding target: Meher. Favorability: 0."

This number was okay, completely like an ordinary person. As long as it did not turn into a hell start like Nina’s favorability of minus, it was acceptable.

Originally Abigail was already eye-catching enough. When they saw her call this young and beautiful young married woman mom, people who did not know the inside story were all shocked.

This one word, mom, made all these gossipers’ brains crash.

This beautiful woman looked at most in her early thirties. How could she have such a grown daughter? How did she maintain herself to have this reverse-age enchantress effect?

Ryan could not help swallowing his saliva as he looked. He felt this was the complete version of Abigail, with an extra trace of the seductive charm she should have.

"Mom, this is my man, Ryan. This is my mom!"

Meher sat down and put down her ordinary bag. Abigail introduced cheerfully.

Meher extended her slender fingers and said with a soft, charming smile, "Hello, classmate Ryan. I heard you two are from the same university."

"Yes, Sister Meher!"

Ryan was embarrassed to call her auntie. She was too young.

Abigail rolled her eyes coquettishly and said, "You’re raising your seniority like crazy here. Just like that, you took such a big advantage of me."

Meher giggled and said, "Let’s each talk our own way. You calling me mom over and over makes me old!!"

Abigail leaned close to her affectionately, with a face full of happiness, and said with a grin, "I just like calling you mom. Who told me to be your daughter?"

"Indeed!"

Ryan agreed very much. If they were said to be sisters, they looked too much alike. If they were said to be mother and daughter, it was a bit outrageous.

Meher picked up the menu and asked, "Have you ordered yet?"

"Not yet!"

Ryan shook his head.

Meher called the boss lady over and ordered skillfully, "Ten grilled beef skewers, ten grilled beef tendon skewers, ten beef tendon skewers, one pot of boiled tripe, cold beef, cold shredded potato..."

"And one bottle of cola."

Before Meher finished this sentence, Abigail picked up the bottle and poured her a cup, then turned back and said, "No cola. We’ll just drink beer."

She had said Meher’s alcohol tolerance was very poor. Usually she did not touch alcohol at all. Suddenly persuading her to drink a cup was obviously not with good intentions.

Meher looked hesitant and troubled, then smiled and lightly knocked her little head, saying, "Naughty!!"

That doting look was full of maternal love. Even if she was not her real birth mother, it could be seen that she truly treated Abigail as her own.

Abigail playfully stuck out her tongue and said with a grin, "I’m formally introducing my boyfriend to you. Drinking cola is so boring. Mom, show some sincerity as an elder."

After saying that, she quietly gave Ryan a look, clearly seeking cooperation in collusion.

Ryan timely raised his cup, holding the bottom with one hand very respectfully, and said, "Sister Meher, nice to meet you. I’ll toast you first."

"Okay!"

Meher did not struggle anymore. She picked up the cup and the three clinked and drank it all. Only then did Abigail continue pouring happily.

Putting down the cup, Meher looked Ryan up and down and said with a straightforward smile, "Classmate Ryan is very handsome and quite matching with my Abigail. This is the first time she has introduced a boyfriend to me."

It could be seen that she was very satisfied and also very excited, but there was still a trace of doubt in her eyes.

Ryan said with a smile, "Being with Abigail is my blessing."