When the woman heard this, her face instantly turned cold.
She was stern and unsmiling, and her whole body faintly exuded the terrifying high pressure of having been in a high position for a long time.
At this moment, his face darkened and his eyes became cold, and this little old car felt like it was crumbling and about to explode.
"Put away your leadership airs!" Han Laomo made the first move, but turned his head away from her, and stepped on the accelerator to the bottom, curling his lips. "I am not one of your slutty followers!"
"Oh." The woman responded lightly, the chill in her eyebrows subsided slightly, and her eyes drifted to the window.
Thirty years ago, he took her on a trip to the coast when she was still in college.
Everything we ate, played, and saw was gone thirty years later.
Even he has white hair on his temples that is not highlighted.
But fortunately, she takes good care of herself. She has been doing fitness and skin care for thirty years, and her skin can be broken by blows, and she doesn't look old at all.
"Barbecue or hot pot?" Han Laomo asked in a nonchalant manner. He seemed to be very perfunctory. He didn't really accept the request. He just wanted to save face and couldn't explain it.
"Whatever." The woman said calmly.
"Barbecue?" Old Mo Han asked.
"It's too late, it's hard to digest." The woman said calmly.
"Hot pot?" Old Mo Han frowned.
"It's too greasy." The woman said lightly.
"Oh shit!"
Han Laomo smashed the steering wheel with his fist: "Then what do you want to eat?"
"casual."
Old Devil Han was so angry that he was so angry.
Thirty years.
This 8-year-old woman is still the same as before, no change at all.
Obviously I am particular about this and picky about that.
Just ask, it's just fucking casual.
Where the hell are you so casual?
Do you live casually?
"I don't want to quarrel with you after we haven't seen each other for so many years." Han Laomo said forcefully. "Sister-in-law's seafood stall?"
"Anything is fine." The woman's red lips parted slightly.
Han Laomo secretly wiped the sweat from his palms to prevent his hands from slipping while driving.
He stepped on the accelerator and drove towards the food stall at a speed of thirty yards.
Han Laomo didn't even pass the intersection where the red light was three seconds away. The taxi behind him honked its horn frantically, and Han Laomo was so angry that he rolled down the window and gave him the middle finger.
He was still cursing: "If I drive a supercar, you won't even be able to eat your damn shit!"
The woman made no sound and sat in the car silently.
In the past thirty years, in the world of women, no man has dared to talk nonsense in front of her and talk about the quintessence of the Chinese nation.
I don't even have the courage to speak loudly.
But Han Laomo seems to be true as he said, he is not the follower around her, and he is not used to it.
Slowly arriving at the seafood barbecue food stall, Han Laomo kicked the car door and strode towards the stall.
He is a frequent visitor here.
At least ten years ago.
The boss has been operating here for three generations. Knowing the identity of Han Lao Mo, he was very enthusiastic and gave Han Lao Mo all his cards.
The woman just followed him step by step, as indifferently as two strangers sharing a table to eat seafood.
"White beer?" Han Laomo sat on the pony, took off his suit jacket, revealing his recently trained chest muscles, and his snow-white shirt was almost bursting.
"Yellow." The woman replied subconsciously and habitually.
"Drinking urine?" Old Demon Han raised his eyebrows.
"Idiot." The woman said calmly.
"Boss, two kilograms of rice wine." Han Laomo raised his hand to signal the boss to serve the wine.
The boss knew that Old Devil Han was coming, so he had already warmed up the fine rice wine, and three generations of his family also joined the battle.
The old sister-in-law felt inexplicably warm in her heart when she looked at Old Mo Han's pretentious look.
She knew that Old Mo Han was very happy and in a beautiful mood.
She also knew that the woman Han Laomo brought was the same woman he brought thirty years ago.
She is very beautiful and has a very good temperament. Apart from being a little indifferent and talkative, she is perfect.
"Madam, you haven't been here for some years." The old sister-in-law took the initiative to serve as Han Laomo's wingman while serving the food.
The woman took a sip of rice wine and slightly opened her red lips and said, "He hasn't brought me here in these years. I don't know the way."
"That's Boss Han's fault." The old sister-in-law said with a smile and didn't linger much.
"You are so tea."
Old Demon Han drank the rice wine in the bowl and wiped the corners of his mouth.
"Did I make a mistake?" The woman glanced at Old Mo Han lightly, not giving in at all.
"Putting aside the facts, is it all my fault? You are not at all wrong?" Han Laomo curled his lips.
"Apart from the facts, what else can we talk about? About your mother?"
The woman made a pun.
"Why are you still swearing?" Han Laomo was anxious. "What's wrong with my mother? She is a national hero and an unparalleled national warrior! If my mother hadn't come down to earth as a god, I would have burped!"
The woman narrowed her eyes and stared at Old Mo Han: "Go live with your mother for the rest of your life."
Han Laomo felt humiliated and offended.
He poured himself a bowl of wine, bared his teeth and said, "Ba Po, stop being so damn weird! You don't talk about feelings, and you will fall out with your mother if you tell her to. I can't do that, so you call me a coward!"
"Who did I fall for?" The woman seemed to be a little impatient and said coldly. "I have fallen out, and you said you didn't dare and still asked me to come to Binhai to live with your mother. Are you a man?"
"What's wrong with living with my mother? It's only natural for my daughter-in-law to live with her mother-in-law!" Han Laomo argued vigorously.
"Then why don't you come to my house?" the woman said coldly.
"Nonsense, the first time your mother saw me, her look in her eyes made her want to skin me alive! How many days can I survive if I go to your house?" Han Laomo was furious.
"Didn't your mother turn over the table when she saw me the first time?" the woman asked.
"Didn't my mother apologize to you afterwards? Didn't she say it was impulsive? Can't you understand my mother?" Han Laomo said bitterly.
"Domestic violence happens the first time and the ten thousandth time. An apology is useful, and there aren't that many women beaten to death." The woman said coldly.
"Don't you still have me?" Han Laomo said confidently. "Would I not turn to you?"
"You ask your mother."
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ps: Tomorrow 4, will everyone accept 2333 or 2424 more? I am a famous fan, so I will listen to everyone.
ps2: I officially declare that I am their CP fan. I have never written this kind of thing before, and I will carefully "care" for them and strive for him.
