"You, can you let me think about it?"

Wang Yilei made excuses in a panic: "My brain is very messy now, you, you have to let me think about it." ”

Qian Guangsheng increased the strength on his wrist and hugged Wang Yilei tighter. The other party did not push himself away directly, which means that the power of the test sheet in his hand is much greater than expected. Qian Guangsheng felt very excited, this kind of opportunity was very rare, and he didn't want to waste even a single thing. So, Wang Yilei, who looked pained, approached and whispered proudly: "There are a lot of people outside, let's go to your car and talk!" Hahahaha! ”

……

In this dark night, there is not only one person who is troubled by irritability.

The kitchen area is small, and between the stove and all kinds of miscellaneous items, you can barely turn around. Chen Po has taken off her white coat, tied a blue cloth floral apron, and used a kitchen knife to silently cut meat on the cutting board.

The meat that I bought at the end of the night is not very fresh. Under the light, some of the pork has lost its bright red color, and the color has faded slightly. The cut-and-go part of the edge is dry, hard, and has a prickly touch.

Large pieces of meat are always not easy to eat. While cutting, Chen Po picked up the small pieces of meat from the cutting board, stuffed them into her mouth, and chewed them slowly.

Even she wondered why she suddenly fell in love with something like raw meat.

The exact time must have been a few days ago! Since her son's death, Chen Po has never had the habit of reading the calendar, and there is no such thing at home. The yellowed wall calendar pasted on the wall of the living room is still an old object from more than ten years ago.

I don't feel the smell of blood in my mouth, but I have an indescribable sweetness. Chen Po has always felt that her teeth are not good, but the rough and hard pork fiber is easy to chew. When she was young, Chen Po once ate a half-cooked stew. The thick and hard shredded meat is very stuffy, and it takes a lot of effort to chew. But now, Chen Po only feels that the stewed cooked meat tastes like mush, which is very disgusting, and fresh raw meat is more tempting.

Three kilograms of pork have already been eaten, and there is not much left. Chen Po still felt very hungry. She sighed, her gaze falling on the two hog's trotters next to the cutting board.

It has been shaved and is white. If it weren't for the two forked hooves in the front section, it would be very reminiscent of the arms of a newborn baby.

Chen Po picked up a pig's trotter and gnawed it slowly.

Pig's trotters obviously don't taste as good as pork. But there is no way, for a person like Chen Po who only has a monthly income of 2,000 yuan, the price of more than 30 yuan a kilogram of pork is really expensive. Even though I have chosen to buy at night when the stalls are least crowded, and the price is much cheaper than during the day, I still feel that I can't afford it.

The day before yesterday, Chen Po ate four kilograms of pork.

Yesterday, I bought a full five kilograms.

Today there are a little less, a little more than three kilograms of meat, and two trotters.

It's not that Chen Po doesn't want to buy more, but there is no more goods on the meat stall. The evening market is like that, there are fewer things than during the day. Although the price is cheap, the quantity cannot be large.

The trash can in the corner is full of peeled candy wrappers. Beneath the colorful papers, a few empty bags of sugar loomed out.

A few days ago, Chen Po also liked to eat sugar.

Now, she just wants to eat meat.

"Tuk, tuk, tuk!"

There was a knock on the door outside.

Po Chen stuffed the half-eaten pig's trotters into the cupboard, wiped her mouth with a rag, and walked out as if nothing had happened.

Opening the door, He Dashan, who was full of wine, bumped in from the outside.

The buttons of his security uniform were unbuttoned, revealing a slanted belt. Thick hairs emerge from the "U" shaped void in the middle of the vest. Holding half a bottle of liquor in his hand, his steps were a little weak, his eyes were swollen, his mouth was panting, and he was greeted by a strong stench.

Looking at He Dashan, who was lying on the sofa without saying a word, Chen Po frowned, but she didn't say anything, and closed the door quietly.

"I, I knew you were home."

He Dashan lay on the sofa and shouted loudly: "Go...... Give me, get me some snacks. Me, I haven't had enough. ”

The gloom on Po Chen's face deepened.

She is a woman who likes to be quiet and also likes to be clean.

That's right, I got together with He Dashan. But that kind of thing is at most just fornication, or it should be said that it is a kind of giving between lonely men and women who need each other, and it has nothing to do with falling in love. After all, at my age, love is a joke. Even if it is really possible to come together with He Dashan, at most, the two old men will pull each other and live the rest of their lives peacefully.

He Dashan has always had a good impression on her. Burly, honest, and kind, he can also be seen to be a very courageous man who will not be lazy. Otherwise, Chen Po would not be willing to sleep in the same bed with such a person.

I've seen him drink before, but today is the first time I've seen him drunk.

Thinking about her husband who died early, Chen Po's heart softened.

She sighed, shook her head, and turned to walk towards the kitchen.

Men, it's like this when you're drunk. If they don't dare to say anything, they will release a few words, and when they wake up, they won't remember anything.

I still have peanuts at home, so fry him on a plate.

Soon, the dishes were served on the table, and He Dashan also staggered and walked to the table and sat down.

His eyes were bloodshot, and the flames of anger burned in the depths of his eyes.

Pick up a peanut with chopsticks and put it in your mouth, grab the bottle, and pour a large sip of white wine down your neck.

For a whole day, Zhang Hongliang's disgusting face appeared in front of He Dashan's eyes. He couldn't help but think about this damn thing. Nima's dared to threaten himself to let Lao Tzu take out so much money. That's 200,000! Me, me, what should I do?

He Dashan just promised that in fact, it was impossible to give Zhang Hongliang so much money. The sky-high asking price, he still understands the truth of sitting on the ground and paying back. But no matter what, this time it was Zhang Hongliang who pinched the sore spot, and it always cost some. The money is saved by oneself and saved for the elderly.

The alcohol stimulated the anger to burn more and more, and the drunken He Dashan turned his gaze to Chen Po, who was sitting next to him.

This woman is this nature. Quiet no matter what happens. Even when he pressed her the bed, he didn't say a word, like a piece of wood that didn't respond.

He Dashan suddenly had a very strange idea.

It's all you!

It's all your fault!

If you hadn't slept with Lao Tzu, how could you have been seen by Zhang Hongliang's dog mongrel? How could Lao Tzu be blackmailed by him?

When something happens, he pushes the responsibility on others, He Dashan is this kind of person.

Nima's, what's the use of Lao Tzu wanting your house? The ghost knows if your dead mother-in-law will marry Lao Tzu. Now, before the eight characters have been skimmed, Lao Tzu has to take out the money to break the fortune and eliminate the disaster, and he has to take into account that no news can be transmitted to the hospital. Otherwise, Lao Tzu's formal workforce will be completely gone.

Blame you!

It's all your fault!

Alcohol burned his brain, and He Dashan suddenly had an impulse between ** and violence. Moreover, this urge is stronger than the usual physiological need and difficult to resist. At this moment, the brain is completely controlled by this desire to violence, to destroy, to possess everything.

He staggered up from his chair and glared at Chen Po with reddened eyes.

This anomaly caught Chen Po's attention: "What's wrong with you?" ”

He Dashan "hey, hey, hey" sneered: "Don't you know what I want to do?" Lao Tzu wants to sleep with you. Sleep now. ”

Chen Po's wrinkled cheeks were slightly red. Although the relationship between the two has crossed that line, she never thought that such vulgar language would come out of the mouth of the man she fancies.

Even if you want to, there are many ways, but you chose this one......

Chen Po suddenly became angry in her heart, and there was a burst of anger. She stared coldly at He Dashan, who was full of evil desires: "You drank too much, go back!" ”

"Lao Tzu won't leave today!"

He Dashan quickly took off his shirt, revealing his burly and strong shoulders. He approached Chen Po and smiled proudly, his eyes full of primitive desire stimulated by hormones.

The powerful arm hugged Chen Po's shoulder, and the steel-like fingers firmly stuck the crook of Chen Po's arm. He Dashan smirked, and a hot and unpleasant smell erupted from his mouth. It couldn't be easier to deal with a thin woman like Chen Po. Even with just one hand, it was easy to trap her.

Chen Po's eyes flashed with anger and fear.

Without any warning, He Dashan saw Chen Po's right arm suddenly break free from the middle of his embrace.

Why, her strength is so great?

As soon as doubts arose in his mind, He Dashan saw Chen Po's fist smashing towards him from the bottom up. The teeth then made a "click" sound. The intense pain spread rapidly from the impact location, and He Dashan staggered back a few steps, his hands tightly covering his chin, his eyes widened, and he looked at Chen Po in disbelief.

Is this still the old woman I am familiar with and have slept with?

Chen Po's face was gloomy, her lips pursed, as if she was trying to control her emotions. After a few seconds, she whispered, "Get out of my house!" ”

He Dashan's thinking nerves have been paralyzed by alcohol, and his reaction has become sluggish. He instinctively shook his head. What are you kidding, although things are a little weird, Lao Tzu is still a man after all. What qualifications does a bad old woman have to speak to me in such a tone?

The muscles on Po Chen's face twisted.

She pounced, raised her right fist high over her shoulder, and slammed it down on He Dashan's head. His forehead suddenly opened and he collapsed to the ground.

This punch was full of weight, and Chen Po was also shocked by her own strength, and she was speechless for a while.