Old Demon Han glared at the woman, feeling that the old woman took the opportunity to curse again.
It's really unqualified to be such a big leader and open your mouth and shut up about your mother.
He poured himself another bowl of rice wine, and while stroking the skewers, he said, "It's all about the old man's calendar. It's useless to say more."
The woman said nothing and ate her midnight snack quietly.
"Are you wearing makeup?" Han Laomo asked abruptly after drinking several bowls of yellow urine.
The woman was stunned, as if she did not expect that Old Demon Han would play this trick.
"Can't change?" The woman was very stubborn.
"Of course." Han Laomo shrugged. "As women get older, their complexion will become worse, so it is reasonable to use makeup to cover up blemishes."
A cold look flashed in the woman's eyes, but she didn't react.
He glanced at Old Mo Han who was eating kidneys and said, "Eat more. In a few years, you will be useless even as food."
Old Demon Han twitched the corner of his mouth.
The kidneys in my mouth immediately lost their flavor.
"I never thought you had such a bad mouth before." Han Laomo put down the stick and said firmly. "Fortunately, I stopped the loss in time."
The woman's face darkened, she narrowed her eyes and said, "Both each other."
"I knew back then that you were a coward, and you were only going to be tough once in your life."
The woman made another pun.
The angry Demon Han almost broke his defense.
"You deserve to be exterminated for the rest of your life. How can any man endure this with your bad mouth?" Han Laomo gritted his teeth.
"Which silly dog praised me as a fairy who came to earth, with unparalleled temperament and poetic spirit?" the woman said in a strange tone. "And which silly dog said that marrying me is the smoke coming out of the ancestral graves?"
"That's because I was young, ignorant and blind." Han Laomo said in a deep voice.
"oh."
The woman picked up the rice wine and took a sip, and said indifferently: "Now that I am old, what is the use of just looking at me?"
Old Demon Han took a deep breath of cold air.
Continue to skewer.
Does this eighth-grandmother come to Binhai just to start a fight?
The two ate for a while, and Han Laomo restrained his love and hatred that had been suppressed for decades.
He discovered it.
This old woman's mouth is worse and more poisonous than before.
You can't get the upper hand at all by talking nonsense.
Occasionally meeting the woman's gaze, Old Demon Han murmured at the corner of his lips and asked tentatively: "What on earth are you doing in Binhai?"
"What is your identity?" the woman asked. "Do I need to report to you?"
Old Devil Han was so angry that he gritted his teeth and said, "Time is really like a butcher's knife. It split a well-educated young lady from a well-educated family into a vicious woman."
The woman tilted her head slightly and stared straight at Old Mo Han: "You're not much better either."
"My hair is gray."
"My eyes are dazzled."
"He smells like daddy all over his body."
"In a few years, if I have a hunchback, I will be a rotten old man with an air of old age."
Old Demon Han was stunned.
This time he didn't talk back.
This emotional farce has been going on for nearly thirty years.
It involves a wide range of areas and has many participants.
Looking at the big guys in Yanjing City, how many of them were not witnesses back then?
"No more arguing." Han Laomo lit a cigarette, a look of sadness flashed in his dark eyes.
"Who quarreled with you?" the woman asked. "Isn't it because you are mean-mouthed?"
A hint of bitterness appeared on the corners of Old Demon Han's lips.
No one can explain the past events clearly in just a few words.
Both public and private, all the grudges and resentments are mixed in it, and even if it takes another thirty years, it may not be clear.
"She's not coming to Beijing anymore?" the woman changed the topic and asked calmly.
"That's what she said." Old Mo Han raised his eyebrows and said.
"You didn't persuade her either?" the woman asked again.
"How old is she? She is married and has a family. How can I advise her?" Han Laomo frowned.
"If she had been with me since she was a child, she wouldn't be as careless about her job as she is now." The woman seemed a little unhappy and did not agree with the way Han Laomo educated Han Jiangxue.
"Why don't you do a serious job? I have to be like you to call it a serious job? Can't you be a big girl, fall in love, support your husband and raise your children?" Han Laomo was also a little unhappy. "Besides, you didn't want her back then, otherwise
I forced you to give birth, but you fucking dared to have an abortion behind my back!"
If we say that the previous mutual hostility had an element of grudge.
So the anger shown by Old Demon Han at this moment was really angry.
Eyes are red.
The woman looked at Old Demon Han's fierce reaction, and a look of indifference appeared on her eyebrows: "I can give birth to the child in my belly if I want to, and beat it if I want to."
"You didn't fucking want her back then, so why don't you do it now! What do I want to teach her to be like, and what does it have to do with you?" Han Lao Mo's eyes widened in anger.
"I'm only two months pregnant and still an embryo." The woman looked a little cold-blooded. "For her, you gave up your future and your marriage, offended everyone, and became a street rat in Yanjing City.
People shouted for beating."
For the sake of the child who was only two months pregnant, Han Laomo even gave up on her.
In all movies, TV dramas and works of art, when faced with the difficult choice of keeping a child and a child, all men will choose to keep a child alive.
But Mr. Han chose to remain a child.
He gave up on her.
gave up their love.
He even gave up on himself.
He could have called the wind and rain in the capital and controlled the thunder and lightning.
With the Han family's reputation back then and their terrifying background.
He could have climbed to the top and climbed to the top.
He gave up everything just for the two-month-old embryo in her belly.
In his heart, this baby who has not yet grown up in his belly is more important than the mother who gave birth to her in ten months of pregnancy.
On the eve of giving birth, she asked him calmly and desperately: "All things put together are not as important as a two-month-old embryo?"
Family, career, love, and even the future are not as important as this unformed baby?
This man, who sat beside the bed and had been with her for ten months, was so stressed every day that he seemed to have aged ten years overnight. However, his thin lips were slightly opened and he smiled very tiredly: "That night, I was very happy.
When the baby is born, he will be as beautiful as you."
