The mandarin duck pot was boiling.

Ma Mei held Huazi in her mouth, drank the table, and her dark eyes glanced at the man.

"Don't cry."

Ma Meili pouted and said, "Your eye sockets are too shallow, and you shed tears when you quarrel with your son?" ”

The male steward blew his nose, threw the tissue on the table, and scolded: "Lao Tzu has grown so big, and he has never been so aggrieved as he is today." ”

"Isn't this deflated calf afraid of being struck by lightning? Do you know what he says? He said that when Lao Tzu died, he asked someone to send him an invitation, and he came to incense my Lao Tzu! ”

Ma Meimei exhaled a thick smoke, condensed and comforted: "Beimang legend Zhang Xiangbei personally sent a wreath to you and gave you incense, I think it is quite face-saving." ”

The male steward drew two more tissues, with a crying voice: "Beautiful, you are commenting, is my life easy?" How much do I sacrifice? How much effort does it take? Why did he say I was incompetent? Why yin and yang? Just because he is half a level higher than me, he won't treat me as a cadre? ”

Ma Mei soaked a piece of mutton and tasted the tender meat cut by the male discipline: "Didn't you tell your son that you have a problem?" Will the general environment not be good? ”

"I said it!" The male warden crumbles up the tissues. "He said I was the one who destroyed the environment!"

Ma Meili twitched the corners of her mouth and nodded, "It's like our son's style." ”

After that, Ma Meili dragged the chair again, sat next to the male discipliner, hugged the man's shoulder, and lifted a cup: "Okay, don't cry, even if you cry in your throat, your son won't be able to hear it." ”

"Besides, what's wrong with being scolded by my son? Which coastal gentleman has never been scolded by his own son? ”

Ma Meimei, as a native of Beijing, sighed: "Why else is the coastal thunderstorm season all year round?" ”

"What's more, what about your son or Zhang Xiangbei? No matter how many people want to be scolded by him, they are not qualified to do so. ”

Horses are beautiful and comforting, and they have a hand.

But the male discipline obviously doesn't eat this set.

He drank a cup of the table and picked up the greasy and crooked horse beautifully: "You don't give this bastard a reason, a loving mother is more defeated!" ”

"Am I still a loving mother?" The horse spat out a thick puff of smoke and grinned. "Lao Zhang, I thank you."

Ding dong.

Ma Meimei's phone rang, there is a game tonight.

A certain sexy female prisoner was ready to be released from prison early in the morning, and Lao Zhang took care of the problems and interpersonal relationships that should be dealt with for her.

went out, and she was a female overlord again.

Tonight, the female prisoner sits in the village, and she wants to thank Mrs. Zhang fiercely, how much she loses, and the female prisoner buys it all!

"You can eat it yourself, I'm going to be happy." Ma Meimei took half a bowl of hot pot noodles, and the two packets of unopened Huazi on the table also left.

"A word for Xiao Zhou." The male disciplinarian threw a cigarette into his mouth, restrained his crying, and said in a cold tone. "When you go out, you have to work hard, be a good person, contribute to the country, don't always think that you are awesome, really awesome, don't come to me to avoid the limelight."

"Got it." Ma Meimei got up, touched the man's thick hair, and persuaded him. "Good, don't be angry, eat quickly, you're all angry."

"Go ahead, I wish you a great killing." The male discipline picked up chopsticks and ate hot pot with a curse.

Damn, after preparing the hot pot all day, the little bastard only ate two bites, but complained about hundreds of bites.

I don't know who taught this grandson to teach such a rebel!

Only a few bites.

The male warden received a call from the warden.

"Brother Zhang, someone has visited you, seven or eight have come, can you see it?"

"Let them go." The male disciplinarian scolded. "Lao Tzu is a waste with no ability, what can Lao Tzu do? What can Lao Tzu do? Trouble let them figure it out on their own! ”

The prison warden probably guessed why Brother Zhang was so angry, and he didn't dare to say more at the moment, but he still reminded him in a friendly way: "General Zhang's aunt is also here." ”

"She." The male discipline frowned and forcibly suppressed his inner emotions. "Meet, this is my daughter-in-law's best friend, other people's face can not be given, and the daughter-in-law has to give face."

"Understood."

Not much.

Lin Qingxi, who was wearing a cheongsam, came to the office and looked at the male discipline with clear eyes: "How are you talking?" ”

Without waiting for the male discipline to quibble, Lin Qingxi slowly sat down at the table and said lightly: "I heard that the talk collapsed?" ”

"I also ate the hot pot and drank the wine, and when I die, he will come to give me linen and filial piety." The male disciplinarian lit a cigarette and squinted at his daughter-in-law's best friend. "If you want to say that the talk has collapsed, then the talk has collapsed, and you can be happy."

Lin Qingxi glanced at the male discipline coldly, squinted and said, "I haven't seen you for twenty years, do you have to be cool here?" ”

"What do you mean by pendulum? I'm meant to be cool. The male disciplinarian said stiffly.

"Then what are you crying about?" Lin Qingxi glanced at the paper towels on the table without grease stains.

"Your girlfriend is crying." The male disciplinarian said coldly.

"Was he upset when he left?" Lin Qingxi restrained his emotions and said expressionlessly.

"Is he happy, what's my business?" The male warden spat out thick smoke, soaked mutton, pretended to be hungry, ate deliciously, and danced with his hands.

Seeing this, Lin Qingxi put his hand on the corner of the table, and with one force, he overturned the entire mandarin duck pot to the ground.

The hot soup splashed the male discipliner.

"He's not happy, it's my business."

Lin Qingxi stood up slowly, stared coldly at the male discipline who didn't say a word, and wiped his trouser legs by himself: "Old thing, if we don't meet next time, I won't say anything tonight." If there is, if you dare to make him angry again, I will ask him to sever the father-son relationship with you. ”

"You go to your wife and ask." Lin Qingxi stared at the male discipline. "Does your son listen to you, or does he listen to your wife."

"Listen to me."