Tang Peng is a traditional veteran cadre, he can't rub sand in his eyes, and his tone is not negotiable, he will never allow the bad behavior of hooligans to appear under his nose.

In the eyes of his old man, anyone who does not engage in marriage is a hooligan.

"Fourth brother, why are you in a hurry, ask clearly before making a decision, what if Lai Jin is deceived and deceived." Tang Shaozheng has a different view.

He is well-informed, especially in the relationship between men and women, he is definitely an expert, and he does not see things as absolutely as Tang Pengzheng, in his opinion, Tang Laijin's current situation has two possibilities.

First, Tang Laijin played hooligan, slept with a widow and did not admit it.

Second, Tang Laijin was young and ignorant, and he was tempted by the little widow, and it was normal for a young man with strong blood to not be able to hold on.

If it is the latter, Tang Shaozheng feels that the matter of marriage should be discussed again, and it cannot be treated sloppily, after all, the little widow who can do this kind of thing is definitely not a fuel-efficient lamp, and he is afraid that the family will be restless after marrying into the door.

"What about the widow? I asked her a few words. Tang Shaozheng said.

He is very confident in his vision, especially when it comes to looking at women, whether it is a human or a demon, he can tell it at a glance.

Whether the little widow really wants to live with Tang Laijin, or only covets Tang Laijin's banknotes, as long as she takes a look and asks again, Tang Shaozheng will have a rough idea.

In the midst of thousands of flowers, although the leaves do not stick to the body, the old man has also practiced the sharp eyes of flowers and flowers, and the cowhide is never blown out.

"I live in the old house, little girl, go and call the little widow." Zhang Manyue called Tang Xiaonan, who was playing in the yard, and asked her to call someone.

Tang Laijin didn't have a good breath and said, "Mom, people have names and surnames, called Yang Lijuan, don't always be called widows and widows." ”

Zhang Manyue glared fiercely, and his back molars were clucking, but Tang Laijin didn't realize it, and he gave his wife an analogy? "Mom, think about it, if others call my sister the divorced one, can you feel good when you hear it?"

Tang Laifeng, who accepted the soles of his shoes, was stunned, and was so angry that he pumped the soles of his shoes on his head? "You said yours, what are you taking me for?"

"Compare the little widow to your sister? You are a blind bastard, and you don't know the inside and the outside? Break your dog's feet! ”

Zhang Manyue pumped even harder, Tang Laijin almost closed his breath and shut his mouth stupidly.

Two tigresses he can't afford to mess with.

But he also thinks Yang Lijuan is very good? Gentle and considerate or empathetic? Although a widow? But no one is perfect, and no saint is perfect? Yang Lijuan is in addition to the identity of a widow? There's nothing wrong with the rest.

Not to mention that he still has his child in his belly, he is also the one who wants to be a father? It's not too young, it's time to get married.

But he still has a little regret in his heart? Before, his target was a girl in a big city? Let's go to a western restaurant for coffee? Cut the steak? Listening to the piano, he also took Yang Lijuan to a Western restaurant.

However, Yang Lijuan said that the coffee smelled of, the steak was raw, not as delicious as she made, the piano didn't play cotton as well, and even the waiter in a suit, she also said that people were hypocritical, and a shopkeeper dressed more generously than the boss, which was not like words.

Except for some petty bourgeoisie, which made Tang Laijin a little regretful, there was really nothing wrong with it.

That's it, it's not who said it, it's beautiful to be incomplete, the statue of the foreign woman, with two broken hands, is said to be a big beauty by foreigners, at least Yang Lijuan has sound hands and feet, and her work is quite neat, much better than the foreign woman called 'Hey Naisi'.