The Han family was brightly lit, and the air was full of cheerful factors.

A table of mahjong, a table of landlords, because of the lack of manpower, even Brother Xiao was dragged here.

When Queen Ma was invited to the table, she waved her hands frequently, her face was full of shyness: "I quit, I have been in it for twenty years, and I have long been unfamiliar." ”

So she stood behind Brother Zhang, frantically giving him ideas, and was addicted.

The phone rings.

Zhang Ruoyu was just about to pick it up, but was held down by Queen Ma.

"Son, answering the phone at the gaming table is a big taboo, it will drive away your fortune." Queen Ma said in a deep voice.

"Then you can pick it up for me." Zhang Ruoyu nodded.

"Understood." Queen Ma said as she walked aside. "Don't make a strip, Xue Bao is making a strip, the kind of giant horror!"

"Got it." Brother Zhang pursed his lips and casually threw away a nine.

"All the touches!" Xue Bao smiled.

"Grass."

Queen Ma, who had just answered the phone, cursed.

said that answering the phone at the gambling table is taboo, and if you don't listen, you have to trust it!

"Who are you grassing?"

On the other side of the phone, the calm and majestic voice of an old acquaintance sounded.

"Grass your mother."

Queen Ma was furious, not at all accustomed to this general who once called for wind and rain: "Bastard, how did you talk to your sister Ma?" Itchy skin owes grass? ”

Xiahou's face was gloomy, and he said coldly: "I'm looking for your son." ”

"I'm looking for your mother." Queen Ma said irritablely. "When you dig your mother out of the grave and see me, I will approve you to find my son."

Xia Hou's face was violent.

Ye Zhengting, who was standing on the side, had already tried his best to make it look like he hadn't heard anything.

But Queen Ma's voice is too loud...

It seems that I just left my whole net worth on the gambling table, and I lost so much that I lost my underwear...

Xia Hou hung up the phone with a gloomy face.

If you continue to talk, you will still be grassed.

In Xiahou's life, the dirtiest and most ugly person he has ever met is Queen Ma.

He didn't know how the old enemy who had been entangled for half his life survived.

Queen Ma just put away her mobile phone, and her face sank.

Turning his hand to his mobile phone, he sent a WeChat message to Brother Dazhi: "Otherwise, don't come to Binhai, just stare at him in Yanjing." ”

"I'm almost there!"

Brother Dazhi quickly replied to the message: "Can you not only care about your son?" Can you think about my feelings? How long have we not seen each other? You don't want me? ”

"Death side." Queen Ma pouted and replied to Brother Dazhi. "Come on, stay for two days less, that old dog will pick this juncture and come out, the ghost knows what he wants to do."

"Two days is enough."

After reading WeChat, Queen Ma's hands trembled a little: "Who the is discussing with you whether two days are enough?" You're a perfect score for reading comprehension! ”

"Those three days?"

Brother Dazhi is concise and to the point.

Queen Ma's face twitched.

The second half of the night.

Brother Zhang, who doesn't like to play mahjong, is a little sleepy, but Queen Ma, who is sitting next to her and giving advice, has eyes like copper bells and is in great spirits.

If it weren't for Mrs. Han's old age, she really couldn't stand it, so she had to force everyone to play mahjong all night to show her.

It's coming.

Everyone also lived in Han's house.

Quan Dang added some popularity to the Han family, who usually don't have much fireworks.

Everyone went back to their rooms, and they went upstairs.

Only Zhang Ruoyu held a cigarette in his mouth, braved the snowstorm, walked out of the villa, and came to the gate of the Han family.

Outside the door, a man squatting with a cigarette in his mouth.

Dressed in casual clothes, he dragged a bulky suitcase, his hair was sprinkled with snowflakes, and he looked like a homeless middle-aged man.

"Why don't you go in?"

Zhang Ruoyu paced forward, his expression calm.

Brother Dazhi turned his head and glanced at Brother Zhang, blew his nose, brushed the snowflakes in his hair, shrugged his shoulders and said, "What is there to enter Mrs. Han's house?" It's not like I haven't been here yet. I'm just going to the beach, and I'll say hello to you, so that you don't have to be polite. ”

"Oh." Zhang Ruoyu responded lightly, glanced at the man, and stopped talking.

"You're busy, don't worry about me." Brother Dazhi picked up the suitcase and said. "I went home and went to sleep."

"Go home and sleep?" Zhang Ruoyu's eyes flashed. "Which home?"

"In happiness." Brother Dazhi raised his eyebrows, afraid that this kid would stimulate himself with a weird yin and yang, so he pulled out his legs and prepared to run.

"There's only one bedroom in that room." Zhang Ruoyu said in a deep voice. "There's nowhere for you to sleep."

"It's okay, I'll make a bunk in the living room for the night." Brother Dazhi was a little nervous, afraid that his son wouldn't even let him live in the living room. "Don't worry, I'll clean up before you go home, and I won't trouble you."

Zhang Ruoyu nodded slightly and didn't say anything.

"Shall I withdraw first?" Brother Dazhi was a little apprehensive in his heart, afraid that his son would change his hexagram, or suddenly think of the tragic experience of his childhood, and give himself a face.

"Wait a minute."

Zhang Ruoyu frowned.

"Huh?" Brother Dazhi's face was like ashes, and his heart rose to his throat.

"I'll send you." Zhang Ruoyu said calmly.

"Oh..."

Brother Dazhi twitched the corner of his mouth.

The palms of the hands are a little sweaty.

It's hard to get hot and dry, as if menopause has arrived early.

This cold and snowy, he suddenly stopped being cold, and he wanted to run naked.