Han Lao Mo glared at the woman angrily, feeling that this eight women had taken the opportunity to scold people again.

Being such a big leader, opening your mouth and closing your mouth, is really unqualified.

poured himself a bowl of rice wine, and said while skewering: "It's all the old yellow calendar, it's useless to talk more." ”

The woman didn't make a sound, and ate supper quietly.

"Did you put on makeup?" Han Lao Mo drank a few bowls of yellow urine and asked coldly.

The woman was stunned, as if she didn't expect Han Lao Mo to play this game.

"Can't be transformed?" The woman is very hard.

"Absolutely." Old Demon Han shrugged. "When a woman gets older, her complexion will deteriorate, and makeup and concealment are very reasonable."

A cold color flashed in the woman's eyes, but she didn't attack.

Glancing at Han Laomo, who was eating his kidneys: "Eat more, in a few years, even if you eat it as a meal, it will be useless." ”

Old Demon Han twitched the corners of his mouth.

The waist in the mouth is not fragrant in an instant.

"I didn't think your mouth stinks so much before." Han Lao Mo put down the sign and said hard. "Fortunately, I stopped the loss in time."

The woman's face sank, and she squinted and said, "Each other." ”

"I knew back then that you were a coward, and you would only be hard once in your life."

The woman made another pun.

The angry Han Lao Mo almost broke the defense.

"You deserve to be an exterminator for the rest of your life, just your broken mouth, which man can stand it?" Old Demon Han gritted his teeth.

"Which stupid dog praised me for being a fairy, with a unique temperament, and a poetry and bookish temperament?" The woman's yin and yang are weird. "Which stupid dog said that he married me, and it was the green smoke from the ancestral grave?"

"That's Lao Tzu young, ignorant and blind." Han Lao Mo said in a deep voice.

"Oh."

The woman casually took a sip of rice wine and said indifferently: "Now that I'm old, what's the use of just looking good?" ”

Old Devil Han took a deep breath of cold air.

Keep jerking off.

These eight women, is it a stubble to come to the beach?

The two ate again, and Han Lao Mo restrained the love and hatred that had been held back for decades.

He found out.

These eight women's mouths are more damaged than back then, and they are also poisonous.

Talking about cannons, you can't have the upper hand at all.

Occasionally meeting the woman's gaze, the corners of Han Laomo's lips twitched, and he said tentatively: "What are you doing in Binhai?" ”

"Who are you?" The woman asked rhetorically. "I need to report to you?"

Han Lao Mo was furious, gritted his teeth and said: "Time has really killed pigs, and has split a well-read and scholarly eldest lady into a wicked woman. ”

The woman tilted her head slightly, staring directly at Old Demon Han: "You're not much better." ”

"Gray hair."

"The eyes are spent."

"It's full of daddy."

"In a few years, if you carry a hunchback, you will be a bad old man full of old man's smell."

Old Devil Han was stunned.

This time, he didn't talk back.

This emotional farce has been going on for nearly 30 years.

There is a wide range of involvement and a large number of participants.

Looking at the gangsters in Yanjing City, how many of them were not the witnesses of the year?

"No more noise." Old Devil Han lit a cigarette, and a gloomy color flashed in his dark eyes.

"Who quarreled with you?" The woman asked rhetorically. "It's not that you're cheap?"

The corners of Old Devil Han's lips flashed with bitterness.

Back then, no one could tell the past clearly.

Public and private, all grievances and hatreds are mixed in it, and even if it takes another thirty years, it may not be clear.

"She's not going to Beijing anymore?" The woman changed her words and asked lightly.

"That's what she said." Han Lao Mo raised his eyebrows and said.

"You didn't persuade her either?" The woman asked again.

"How old is she? are all married, married and have a family, how can I persuade them? Old Devil Han frowned.

"If she had been by my side since she was a child, she wouldn't be as unproductive as she is now." The woman seemed to be a little unhappy, and she didn't agree with the way Han Lao Mo educated Han Jiangxue.

"Why don't you do your job? Do you have to be like you to be serious? It's a good big girl, talk about love, can't you teach your husband and children? "Old Devil Han is also a little unhappy." Besides, you didn't want her back then, if I hadn't pressed you to give birth, you would have dared to have a fetus behind Lao Tzu's back! ”

If you talk about the previous mutual hatred, there is an element of vindictiveness.

Then at this moment, the anger shown by Old Demon Han was really angry.

The eyes were red.

The woman looked at Han Lao Mo's fierce reaction, and a touch of indifference also appeared between her eyebrows: "The child in my belly, I want to give birth to it, and I can fight if I want to." ”

"You didn't want it back then, but now you don't want to force Lai Lai here! What does Lao Tzu want to teach her to be, and it has something to do with you? Old Demon Han's eyes widened with anger.

"I'm only two months pregnant, and I'm still an embryo." The woman looks a little cold-blooded. "For her, you gave up your future, gave up your marriage, offended everyone, and in Yanjing City, you became a street rat, and everyone shouted and beat you."

In order to have a child who was only two months pregnant, Han Lao Mo even gave up on her.

In all film and television dramas and works of art, all men will choose to protect the big when faced with the difficult choice of keeping the big and the small.

But Han Lao Mo chose to keep small.

He gave up on her.

Gave up their love.

And even gave up on himself.

He could have called for wind and rain in the capital and was in charge of thunder and lightning.

With the prestige of the Han family back then, the terrifying background.

He could have risen to the top.

He gave it all up for the sake of the two-month-old embryo in her belly.

In his heart, this baby who is not yet an adult in the womb is more important than the mother who gave birth to her in October.

On the eve of giving birth, she asked him calmly and desperately: "All things add up and 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 on the edge of the bed, accompanied her for ten months, and was under pressure every day, as if he had aged ten years old overnight, but his thin lips were slightly open, and he smiled very tiredly: "That night, I was very happy, the baby was born, and he must be as beautiful as you." ”