A pot of meat, two pots of wine, the two men lit a lamp, and talked about wine in the house.

"Drink less." Zhang Ruoyu glanced at the eighth master. "How old are you? Do you want to die? ”

"I'm glad to look at you." The eighth master drank it all, took a cigarette in his mouth, and looked at Zhang Ruoyu carefully. "Fat, white, like a little white face."

Zhang Ruoyu said dissatisfiedly: "Recently, I have been a little edema, but my weight has not changed." ”

The eighth master laughed heartily and raised another glass: "It's still as humorous as ever, you kid, it's really a literary and stylistic flower." ”

"If you don't have any art cells on your body, you won't be able to rub your brisket back then." Zhang Ruoyu lit a cigarette, and a touch of remembrance flashed in his dark eyes.

The eighth master smiled very embarrassedly, and glanced at Zhang Ruoyu deeply: "I really want to see you in military uniform again, you must be a thief." ”

"I'll sneak it to you another day." Zhang Ruoyu was very generous and promised on the spot.

"I'll see it." The eighth master sandwiched all the fat and thin beef brisket into Zhang Ruoyu's bowl, and he couldn't put it down.

He just picked a few corners of the ingredients and ate them.

"Eat more, you're still growing."

The eighth master tilted his head, enjoying the cigarette that Zhang Xiangbei had lit himself, and his mind was full of pictures of this kid growing up step by step to today.

The eighth master has no heirs.

Zhang Xiangbei has no father.

So he recognized this godfather, but he didn't dare to recognize this godson, and over the years, he didn't allow Zhang Xiangbei to shout like this.

After eating and drinking, the eighth master personally sent Zhang Ruoyu out of the back door, and gave him two Huazi easily: "Open to smoke, the eighth master has nothing, there is enough tobacco and alcohol." ”

"I'm terrible for you."

Zhang Ruoyu waved his hand and left in the car.

The eighth master pestle looked at the door for a long time.

Behind him, the sixth master's ridicule sounded: "Everyone is almost home, still watch." ”

"Alas, who made me have a brotherly relationship with Xiao Zhang." The eighth master grinned, his face full of swagger.

"Stinky virtue." The sixth master held a cigarette and leaned against the door and muttered. "I've also invited him to drink and smoke, and I've promoted him, so why are you good and have a relationship with me about a cigarette?"

"Maybe it's my damn charisma." The eighth master spit out thick smoke and said meaningfully.

"Let's make a face." The sixth master pouted. "It's all in the backyard tonight, and you don't make a move, so I have to wipe my ass?"

"He told me before he came, tell me not to interfere." The eighth master said slowly. "If he doesn't say that, I'll beat Xiao Gu out of the sea tonight."

"Is it possible not to let you make a move, because I am afraid that you will not be able to protect your evening?" The sixth master yin and yang strange qidao.

"It's good if you're happy." The eighth master said lightly.

"Virtue." The sixth master pursed his lips and changed his words. "But tonight's incident is a signal. Xiao Guhai, as long as his brain is not broken, it is impossible to be this bird. ”

"Do it when you know you can't do it." The eighth master said with a cold face. "Looks like he's got a lot of good."

"Lao Zhang is going to come out to celebrate his daughter-in-law's birthday after a while, and he just happened to be in time for the military exercise, and those old foxes are a little unable to sit still, and they want to explore the truth in all aspects." The sixth master plays with taste.

"Let them be." The eighth master is not salty or indifferent. "I can't control Lao Zhang, but whoever wants to move Xiao Zhang, I'll fight with them."

"People aren't here, what's the use of you acting here?" The sixth master teased. "Besides, Ren Xiaozhang still needs you to come out? Save it, he is the master who even dares to talk about Lao Zhang. ”

"Good boy." The eighth master grinned. "It is worthy of Zhang Xiangbei."

The sixth master took a puff of cigarette and frowned: "I'm a little worried about the international situation, the current relationship is complicated, and the undercurrents are rolling, sometimes I can't see who is a human and who is a ghost." ”

"Speaking of the international situation, my little brother Zhongtang and I have been very nervous recently, and now the heroes are competing for wars, and the lives are ruined, and I pray for the peace of the country and the people and the peace of the world every night before going to bed."

"Whose screen name is the world is peaceful?" The sixth master frowned.

"My new QQ number, let's add friends when we go back."

"Grass, you're stylish."

The sixth master scolded and left.

……

When Zhang Ruoyu returned to the Longqian Courtyard, it was already five o'clock in the morning, and it was almost dawn.

As soon as he entered the house, a fragrant and soft delicate body crashed into his arms.

Brother Zhang was shocked, and almost cast the eighteen palms of fame and mastery to descend the dragon and kill him.

The fingertips were soft to the touch, and Brother Zhang suddenly withdrew ninety and a half percent of his internal strength, and took advantage of the situation to slap the spirit snake around the woman's waist.

"Dead ghost, will you be willing to come back until dawn?"

The woman's sleepy and hoarse voice rang in her ears.

It's a little cold.

Apparently waited all night.

Brother Zhang picked up the woman and went upstairs, raised his eyebrows and said, "After drinking, I met a few clowns who jumped off the beam, you still don't know me?" He beat them up on the spot. ”

"Go back and push me on WeChat, and I'll ask them to have a fight." Mr. Han put his arms around Brother Zhang's neck, and his body trembled slightly.

Brother Zhang was stunned.

I secretly wondered if it could be Zhao Changying's long-tongued woman who said everything that should be said and what should not be said, right?

Look at Xue Bao's trembling appearance, she hasn't even started it, can she be sensitive like this?

Moreover, Xue Bao didn't send even a single WeChat message all night.

Stiff at home?

Breaking Xue Bao's slightly pale face, Zhang Ruoyu said softly: "It's okay, it's over." ”

"Not next time." Xue Bao bit her lip, her eyes were red, her eyelashes fluttered, her face was close to her face, and she rubbed Brother Zhang hard. "If I die, I'll make headlines, and if you die, your home will be gone."

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PS: I wrote from half past six to half past two in the morning, I really didn't have any rest, I was going crazy, and I couldn't write the fifth one. Fight for 3 tomorrow.