Ma Jiangshan, oh no, Ma Meili warmly invited the little old lady into her prison to drink tea, opened the curtains, it was a very open floor-to-ceiling window, and the sofa was still with massage effect, very exquisite.

Mrs. Han took a cup of authentic red robe, looked left and right a few times, and sighed: "Although you sparrow is small, you have all kinds of organs, which is even more luxurious than my bedroom in Binhai." ”

"Make do with it." Ma Mei sat on the gaming chair, holding a cup of rich red robe, and took a sip. "It's not good."

Ma Meili is usually unruly in prison, but in the face of Mrs. Han, she is quite respectful, pouring tea and water, and doing it all.

Mrs. Han pondered for a moment and said slowly, "You are so young, you can't live here all the time, right?" ”

When Ma Meili heard this, the corners of her mouth twitched slightly: "Who said it wasn't?" But you know, our family has always been a man in charge. ”

"I came here this time just to talk to him." Mrs. Han said meaningfully. "There are some things out there, and your man has to preside over the overall situation."

The horse was a little excited, but soon wilted again.

He said with a sad face: "Over the years, I don't know how many groups of people have come to look for him, but it's useless, people regard power and wealth as dung, and would rather stay in this corner than go out to be a master." ”

"Why don't you persuade him?" Mrs. Han sighed.

"I persuaded it, I persuaded it every year." Ma raised her eyebrows beautifully. "I'm so hard, I've made rude demands every day, and I've almost turned this prison into a five-star hotel. But as long as I mention it, no matter how outrageous the request is, people will agree. As long as he doesn't go out, let him do anything. ”

"You man, are you a social phobia?" Mrs. Han said loudly.

When Ma Meili heard this, she asked rhetorically: "Is the social phobia you are talking about social phobia, or social phobia?" ”

Mrs. Han was stunned, thinking that this Queen Ma was a little funny.

Just that guy, can you still be afraid?

Social terrorists, of course.

chatted for a while, this Queen Ma talked about everything else, and she was arrogant and punched hard, but everything related to Lao Zhang, she was submissive, humble as dust, and the master didn't dare to do it at all.

It can be seen that Queen Ma's family status is not as high as imagined.

At home with Xuebao, it's basically five or five.

After drinking tea, there was a steady and familiar sound of footsteps in the hallway.

The two women looked at the man at the end of the hallway.

He was dressed in a handsome discipline suit, his hair was meticulously combed, and he was sprayed with gel cream, which looked oily and slippery.

With a rubber roller pinned to his waist, a cigarette in his mouth, and his hands in his pockets, he paced in exaggerated figure-eight steps.

From time to time, he nodded and said hello to the sexy female prisoners in the prison barn, and he couldn't extricate himself from the sweet and greasy Brother Zhang.

"Stinky boy." The corners of Mrs. Han's mouth turned up, and she scolded with a smile. "It's the same virtue as back then."

Ma Meimei lay beside the little old lady and muttered: "It's even more outrageous than back then, he calls this an old man." ”

“6。” Mrs. Han surfs with high intensity, and all the Internet words are set in a set, and they are sneaky.

“9。” Pretty reviews of horses.

Her surfing intensity is higher than that of Mrs. Han, in the end, she is young, energetic, and resistant.

"Little old lady, don't come to say hello in advance, you want to kill me by surprise?" The male disciplinarian took out the hard-suited Red River from his pocket and threw it to the little old lady.

"Still smoking this?" Mrs. Han took the cigarette, put it on the tip of her nose and sniffed it.

It tastes so rough.

"It's cheap." The male warden entered the prison and said solemnly. "The daughter-in-law smokes Huazi and drinks the table, as a mature husband, of course I have to consume rationally."

Smack.

While the male discipline was talking, Ma Meimei lit a Huazi and took a sip.

The greedy male discipline's eyes were red.

Seeing the amusement of these two people, Mrs. Han smiled, but in an instant, her face sank, and she said slowly: "How is it?" I'm here in person, can you give me a face? Or give a time to get out? ”

When the male disciplinarian heard this, he asked rhetorically: "Little old lady, I have a presumptuous question, I don't know whether to ask it or not." ”

"You ask." The little old lady shrugged. "I know everything."

"Do you have such a big face with me?" The male steward rolled his eyes.

"Your mother..."

The little old man was too anxious.

I almost got up and went to discipline my hair.

Seeing this, Ma Meili hurriedly played a round and explained: "Don't take it to heart, what virtue does this guy have, don't you understand?" He is known for his foul mouth, and no one likes to listen to him. ”

"But let's be honest." The little old lady sighed. "I'm an old bone, and I really don't have much face here."

"No, you're mistaken." The male steward shook his head and said. "I'm not targeting you alone."

"Right now, in this military department, no matter whether it is an eighty-year-old old man or a seventy-year-old immortal, one is counted as one, and I have no face here." The male disciplinarian exhaled a thick cigarette and said calmly.

"And you're going to stay in this prison for the rest of your life?" How could Mrs. Han not understand the temper of this bastard?

"Little old lady, you also said that this is a prison." The male warden flicked the ash of his cigarette and pouted. "Who wants to stay in prison every day?"

"Why don't you leave if you don't want to stay?" The little old lady rolled her eyes.

"What do you mean you don't want to go? Blame me? If you have a bigger face, I left early, I left a hundred times! The male distancer was dissatisfied.

Mrs. Han narrowed her eyes slightly, she didn't want to mention the past, and she couldn't mention it.

"Then in Brother Zhang's eyes, who has this face? I'll carry someone over and ask you to get out of jail. Mrs. Han asked.

The male correctional officer snuffed out the cigarette, and Hang Erlang said: "The Huaxia Military Department has been in the past 30 years, and there is only one Zhang Xiangbei, I look at it with the right appetite, and I have a little bit of style back then." ”

"It's a pity, he hung up too early, or he called me out for a drink, I would definitely give him face." The male discipliner said arrogantly.

Mrs. Han squinted and said: "Don't say that Zhang Xiangbei hangs, even if people are alive, they may not be able to look down on you, a thing that relies on the old and sells the old." ”

"What am I talking about?"

The male discipline was anxious, and glared at Ma Meili angrily: "I just said that I won't go out, if I go out, I will definitely be slapped in the face by that kid." Am I shameless? Don't save face? When I went out later, people dragged me to introduce me, look, this old guy, Zhang Xiangbei's father, is really smoking from his mother's ancestral grave, and he can give birth to such a son. ”

The male correctional officer got up and walked out of the prison with a scolding: "Lao Tzu will rot and die here in this life!" Swear not to be wronged! ”

When Mrs. Han heard this, she smiled at the corner of her lips.

I finally know when this guy is willing to go out.

When Zhang Xiangbei was resurrected and reborn, and he was willing to invite him to drink, he went out of the mountain.

After the male discipline left, Ma Meili secretly stuffed the card of the male discipline pension to Mrs. Han.

"He said that this is tea money for your granddaughter's daughter-in-law, so that your granddaughter is not too little, her father-in-law does not steal or rob, that's it."