Liu Quartz was so angry that he slapped away the cigarette handed by Han Laomo, stomped his feet and scolded: "Zhao Changying didn't tell you that Lao Tzu has quit smoking for eight years?" ”

"Is there such a thing?" Old Devil Han glanced at his wife and raised his eyebrows. "According to research, when men quit smoking, their sexual tension will decline rapidly."

"He can't slide down, what does it have to do with me?" Zhao Changying said lightly.

"That's right." Han Lao Mo took back his cigarette, patted Liu Quartz's shoulder gently, and said earnestly. "Don't quit, licking the dog won't end well."

Liu Quartz's old face was flushed, looking at the jokes of the old buddies, and listening to the wedding greetings of all kinds of flowers on the tablet.

Liu Quartz found out that he was a clown.

Those old dogs, they're playing on themselves.

Even He Tongxun, who had a lifelong friendship, is a grandson!

The wedding continues.

When Han Laomo handed out the newlywed diamond ring, Zhao Changying's tone was calm, but he couldn't hide his excitement: "I am willing." ”

"I would too." Old Devil Han put a diamond ring on himself.

Then I turned on the stereo, held the microphone, and came a DJ version of "Why Are You Willing to Make Me Sad".

"I miss you day after day.

Loneliness is me, or hasn't changed.

Beautiful dreams, when will they appear.

My dear, I would love to see you again..."

The sad melody, the DJ rhythm of heavy metal, the one sung by Han Laomo is called an abstraction, an input.

"The person who loves you the most is me, how can you make me sad, and leave without saying a word when I need you the most."

Zhao Changqing listened to this damn handsome guy singing an earthy and affectionate song, and his eyes gradually turned red.

The heart that has been cold and hard for many years has also softened.

This song was sung to himself by this old thing.

Of course, he knew that the person who loved him the most was the Iron Lady Zhao Changying.

It is because he knows that he is pampered and arrogant, desperate.

Always put her feelings last.

Even if she remarries this time, it's not because she loves him deeply, as long as he wants to, even if it's to coax her daughter, even if it's something she doesn't like to do, she will do it.

For so many years, she hadn't even heard a word of convincing.

Even if she is given a small step, she will walk down willingly.

This man, too damned, too bad, too willful.

Han Lao Mo sang and danced, like a second-year teenager.

After a strong song and dance, Han Laomo threw down the microphone and strode towards Zhao Changying.

The woman he loved all his life.

"Yingzi, for the rest of your life, teach me one more time."

"This time, I'll study hard."

Han Lao Mo hugged his first love, ex-wife, and current partner, who would definitely be able to finish this life, and burst into tears.

It is said that men don't flick when they have tears.

But when Old Devil Han secretly missed this damn woman for countless nights, he often secretly wiped his tears.

Someone hurts, who wants to hurt others.

Someone spoils, who wants to spoil others?

Han Lao Mo doesn't want to be a boss, he doesn't want to be a domineering father, and he doesn't want to be a domineering son.

He just wants to be coquettish in front of this stinky bastard, let her be in charge, get used to it, and spoil her.

Take her badly, take her for a ride in her own supercar every day, eat and drink spicy food, and live a chic life.

How can there be so many heroes with rock-hearted hearts.

Isn't it all forced by life?

can be rotten, only fools want to work hard.

"Okay."

Zhao Changying cried.

In front of many colleagues, leaders, and subordinates, he cried silently.

The makeup of the crying is spent.

The man she had been waiting for for thirty years had returned.

Like a fool, like a retard.

But what she loves is all his shortcomings, his rebellion, his willfulness, and his truth.

A day with him was much more than she had ever heard in her life.

One night with him was much more than the moments of relaxation in her life.

"Don't run in the future, be obedient." Zhao Changying wiped his tears and his voice choked. "I'm too old to stand your toss."

"Don't run away." Han Lao Mo hugged Zhao Changying hard. "I'm too old to run."

The audience has always been silent, and the bigwigs who have maintained their leadership style after watching so many hilarious jokes finally began to coax.

"Kiss one! Kiss one! ”

"The surname is Han, you have to have the ability to make the Iron Lady's belly bigger again, you are the idol of Lao Tzu!"

"There is really a day when Lao Tzu led the soldiers to watch the child for you! Whoever dares to move, Lao Tzu will destroy him all over the door! ”

"Less pressing! Kiss! Kiss me hard! ”

These old people are used to seeing ugly big people, where can they believe in any bullshit love.

I don't believe it, and I don't think there really is anything in this world.

But if there is, they are not jealous, but blessed.

Because in this moment, they saw the beauty of the world.

Not much, but there will always be.

Han Lao Mo grinned, and regardless of whether the Iron Lady wanted to lose face, he forcibly kissed her, hugged her head fiercely like he did on the first date, and kissed her.

The emperor and the old man who were hiding in the corner were crying.

Thirty years.

Who would have thought that this old demon Han could love their daughter and sister for thirty years?

Replace them, spend early and drink early, and sing every night.

"Dad." The emperor wiped the snot and tears all over his face. "I want to be in love."

"Dad also thinks about it..."The emperor blew his nose and glanced at Han Lao Mo, who was hugging his daughter tightly. This kid is hard once in his life, but once in his life, he is hard for a lifetime. ”