Don't secretly shoot women's clothing gangsters

"Hongmen Banquet?" Qian Cheng expressed a little flattered by the sudden invitation, "What did your mother want me to do when she saw you?"

"My face," Ding Zile pointed to his handsome face even with gauze on it, "I said it was a bump, but with my mother's personality, I probably wouldn't believe it."

At least there must be witnesses and material evidence, and then the loving mother burst into tears and scolded the unworthy children and grandchildren for not knowing how to take care of themselves.After going through this procedure, you can have a good meal.

"As for it?" Qian Cheng leaned against the door and smiled, "How old are you? There is no one who doesn't bump into each other."

"I'm a preschooler in front of my mother," Ding Zile sighed, "You don't understand if I explain to you. Anyway, I was hurt when I went out with you. At least I have a sense of responsibility."

Ding Zile was really caught off guard. Before Qian Cheng could react, the other party had already stood on the commanding heights, and at the same time tried to lure him: "Come on, it's not a loss, you just treat it like a meal."

It's easy to say.How can there be free lunch...dinner in the world?Qian Cheng was skeptical, and before he could recover, he followed Ding Zile out the door.

In fact, calling Qian Cheng was purely due to Ding Zile's selfish motives. One was to find excuses for his injury, and the other was that his mother was always nagging. The loving motherhood accumulated for more than two years was beyond words, and there had to be an outsider. , so that she can restrain herself a little.

The Cantonese-style refreshment shop is open by the lake, and you can enjoy the scenery from the window on the second floor.Now it was getting late, and the lights of the high-rise buildings in the distance were shining brightly. Ding Zile chose a seat and started to order.

Qian Cheng was a little cautious, and tapped on the table: "Aren't you waiting for your mother to come over?"

"Wasting time," Ding Zile drew on the menu with a small pencil, "My mother chooses phobia, and we can have supper after she finishes ordering."

Qian Cheng quietly closed his mouth, leaned against the back of his chair and let his mind open to the southern hemisphere.There were a lot of people dining here during dinner time, the waiter served the tea, Qian Cheng poured the tea silently, staring at the cup in a daze.

"Brother!" Ding Ziyue's signature loud voice made many diners look sideways, Ding Zile frowned, he waved his hand, and before Qian Cheng could react, this guy had already sat across from him: "Hey, Brother Qian is here too!"

"Hello." Qian Cheng has been in contact with Ding Ziyue a lot recently. After all, this is his employer, but he still feels a little strange when they meet suddenly.

"Have you grown taller?" Ding Zile glanced at his younger brother, "Don't come close!"

Ding Ziyue grinned: "Brother, your eyes look good. I just measured it last week, and it's over [-]!"

"Should I give you a certificate?" Ding Zile and Ding Ziyue kept a certain distance, "Where's Mom?"

"Stop parking next!" Ding Ziyue stretched out his hand to grab a cup to drink tea, "I drove all the way, and I'm exhausted."

"You haven't taken it yet, have you?" Ding Zile said, "You want to go on the road even if you're not the driver?"

"The distance between me and the old driver is only one book." Ding Ziyue said confidently, "I will give you a grade B in the exam later."

"Stop talking big words," Ding Zile said indifferently, "You're just too confident. Let me tell you, everything should be done step by step, don't..."

"Hey, Mom! This way!" Ding Ziyue ignored his words and waved to the stairs. Ding Zile closed his eyes in pain and came.

Qian Cheng hurriedly turned his head to look. Auntie Ding came over and complained: "I told you not to run so fast, Mom doesn't know the way."

"Don't lie to me." Ding Ziyue leaned back, "When you get off the high-speed road, you are still navigating, and you always think I can't drive well."

Qian Cheng moved in to make room for his roommate's mother.

Ding Zile felt a little embarrassed.

My mother was right across the street, and I didn't know what to say.Hello?haven't seen you for a long time?Fuck off, it's better not to say anything.

"How long has it been?" This question is not too difficult to answer.

"It didn't take long, and the dishes were all ordered." Ding Zile replied. His brother was originally leaning on the chair, but he immediately regained his energy when he heard it: "Have you ordered my shrimp dumplings? Have you ordered the cowboy bones?"

"Can you not always eat like this..." Ding's mother was halfway through speaking, she obviously found something more important, and pointed to the gauze on Ding Zile's face nervously, "What's going on?"

"Accidentally dropped it." Ding Zile waved his hand, and it was still colorful and eye-catching. "A little scratch, it's nothing."

"I don't believe it." My mother was very shameless, "You are a person who doesn't play with your mobile phone when you walk. Ziyue walks with his head down every day and doesn't see him fall into the pit... Where is your roommate? I will ask him later. "

"My roommate is here." Ding Zile was clearly prepared, and Qian Chengshui was pushed out after drinking half of it.

"Hello, Auntie." Qian Cheng had no choice but to say hello.

"You are Xiaoqian." Lin Xinlan narrowed her eyes and looked at him with a half smile.

Qian Cheng really didn't expect that Ding Zile's mother looked quite young, in her late fifties, wearing a plain windbreaker, and could smell a faint scent of perfume not far away.

"Our family, Ale, has caused you trouble." Lin Xinlan was very polite.

"Take care of each other...it should be." To deal with the middle-aged aunt Qian Cheng, he basically adopts the strategy of pretending to be stupid, but the one in front of him is obviously his biggest boss. Thinking of this relationship, Qian Cheng is inexplicably nervous.

The waiter came to serve the food and saved Qian Cheng.

It was hard for Lin Xinlan to see her son, her thin attention was diverted by the food, and now it all turned back to her son, and the topic turned back to Ding Zile's injury.

"Really, I accidentally bumped it and rolled down the steps." Ding Zile pushed the food in front of his mother, "Xiao Qian witnessed the whole process."

"Yes, it was so sudden that I didn't even have time to pull him." Qian Cheng possessed a playful spirit, "He held on for a while, that's why his hand was scratched."

"Does it hurt?" Lin Xinlan believed it was true, "Why did you get your face?"

"I bumped into a step, but fortunately my face is fleshy." Ding Zile explained, "It's really fine, it will be fine in two days."

"Be careful what you do," Lin Xinlan sighed again, "Can the community hospital work? Do you want to visit your city hospital?"

"Go to the city hospital to make people laugh at me?" Ding Zile persisted in putting the food in front of his mother, during which Ding Ziyue snatched back a cage of shrimp dumplings, "Just a little flesh injury..."

"Didn't you support it with your hands? Will it hurt your bones?" The loving mother couldn't even eat, "Why don't you go and have a look? I'll accompany you tomorrow?"

Ding Zile quietly rolled his eyes at Qian Cheng: "No need, I have to work overtime tomorrow."

"Work overtime!" Lin Xinlan yelled, "What kind of overtime work on the big weekend? Why are you so inhumane?"

"Auntie, we have a meeting recently, so we have to go." Qian Cheng conscientiously made up for his mistakes, "But I'm not tired, so I won't delay my recovery."

"Can I ask for leave?" Mom sighed, "I wanted to cook you a meal..."

"Okay, mom, you are too aggressive." Ding Ziyue ate his mouth full of greasy food, "If you go into a relationship like this, you will definitely be treated as a pervert."

"You child!" Lin Xinlan was amused, "You just want to eat! When I was in love with your father, where would I be able to chase..."

Ding Zile slowly breathed a sigh of relief, knowing that the topic has changed to this point, and then my mother will start telling her romantic love history.

In Qian Cheng's view, Ding's mother is a naive and romantic aunt.I thought I would meet a shrewd woman with pores all over her body, but I didn't expect the contrast between reality and imagination to be so great.Qian Cheng just ate in silence, politely expressing amazement and emotion from time to time, the auntie talked more and ate less, expressing her love and longing for her son one after another, Qian Cheng and Ding Ziyue's eyes crossed in the process of grabbing food, and each other Very satisfied with this meeting.

"Hey, Ayue," Lin Xinlan turned her head and said to Ding Ziyue, "Go down and help mom bring up that red bag, put it in the trunk of the car... Xiaoqian should go too, it's quite heavy."

"Oh." Ding Ziyue looked at the shrimp dumplings that had just come up, but finally stood up reluctantly, "Brother Qian, let's do a favor together."

These days, there is probably nothing that a grown man can't handle.Qian Cheng knew that the eating and drinking of the two of them was an eyesore, and the essence of the meeting was next, so he put down his chopsticks and went out with Ding Ziyue.

Ding Zile kept watching him go downstairs before he turned his gaze back: "What? Is there any little secret that you have to push away?"

"Isn't it hard to say it in front of other people?" Mom took a sip of tea, she didn't eat much during the whole dinner, and she didn't see her hungry, probably middle-aged women's food intake is also a very fascinating thing, "Still Don’t want to go home? Just do this crappy job?”

"Why is my job broken?" Ding Zile still had a smile on his face, he was just too lazy to change his expression, the wound hurt when his face moved.

"It's much more comfortable to make money outside than at home? How much money can you make now? I really don't understand you." The mother said earnestly, "The family also needs people, and we have to pay outsiders if we hire outsiders. Come back and start a job." As much as you want, it’s not the best of both worlds.”

"Salary is not pocket money." Ding Zile smiled, "Do you still think I am a primary school student? One day I will be disobedient and directly deduct my salary and not give me a place to live. Where will I cry then? Mom, I don't trust you. You, I know you all too well."

I have been expelled from this family once, and I will never want to come back.

Ding Zile was unwilling to experience it again.

"I'm your own mother!" Lin Xinlan didn't understand, "How can there be any real enmity between parents and children? How can we really leave you alone?"

Ding Zile nodded.

Yeah, so that's it.The rope of kinship can save lives, and it can also bind oneself in a cocoon.Ding Zile knows that the determination and willpower of this pair of parents are far superior to ordinary people. If there is no foundation of self-reliance, this game will most likely end in his defeat.

"I don't want to go back." Ding Zile said, "I'm living a good life. I don't need a lot of money. I'm living a happy life by myself."

"If you want..." Lin Xinlan struggled hard and decided to play the last trump card, "If you want, I will persuade your dad."

Ding Zile raised his eyes: "Will he agree?"

"I can't guarantee it, but I will try my best." Mom sighed, "I'm really afraid of you."

"Mom, I have something to tell you." Ding Zile sighed and decided to crush his mother's hope completely, "I won't get married."

"You?" Lin Xinlan's eyes widened for a moment, "When are you?"

"I only had this feeling some time ago." Ding Zile added water to himself, "There are many things that I don't talk about, and you don't know, and you don't want to know. I also understand that you have always wanted to break me back to normal. Go home, help dad start a business together, and then get married, preferably have a few grandchildren... but I don't want to."

"You also know that a lot of things don't necessarily go according to your plan." Ding Zile looked at the leftover fuel consumption on the plate, "One is good or the other is good. You have a son who can read better than other children, but he just doesn't like it. Heretics; your other son didn't even finish high school, but maybe he can help Dad's little company go public."

Lin Xinlan didn't know whether to cry or laugh: "Why am I so unlucky, none of you can make me worry."

"If you keep thinking like this," Ding Zile sighed, "you will be dissatisfied anyway. I am the same, and Ayue is too. Everyone has their own destiny, and when they reach their age, they should make decisions for themselves. You want to control it, but in fact you can't control it."

Lin Xinlan knew that she couldn't be persuaded, and if she could be persuaded, it would not be her turn today.She was silent for a long time, and finally admitted that the consensus between the mother and son in this regard was unlikely to be reached: "People say that my life is good, that I have two sons, and that my husband will make money. I told them that I also have worries, and the result is , no one paid attention to me... Ale, is it true that mother is too greedy?"

"No," Ding Zile finally relaxed at this moment, "You just think that this might be good for us."

Ding Ziyue and Qian Cheng squatted by the lake, the winter wind blowing freely and indulgently.

"When will you go back?" Qian Cheng's face was numb from the cold, and his heart was chilled by the direct blowing by the lake, he finally couldn't help asking.

"In 10 minutes, my mother will send me a message." Ding Zile wrapped his clothes tightly and couldn't help gasping, "Damn, it's really windy here."

"We...why don't we go to the car?" Qian Cheng was dizzy and offered a suggestion.

"That's right!" Ding Ziyue tried his best to hold back his IQ, which was always going to go with the wind, and slapped his thigh, "Why didn't you say it earlier! Go to the car, hey, IQ has to be renewed recently."

Ding Ziyue has indeed grown taller, it's obvious that adolescent children can grow so casually.Qian Cheng followed him into the car, a nice black SUV, big and comfortable to sit in.

"Ready to take the B-book exam?" Qian Cheng touched the car, "Isn't ordinary one enough?"

This car is indeed not bad, Qian Cheng has been a veteran driver for several years, except for the occasional driving for the boss in the past, he usually doesn't have much chance to practice his hands.

"Not enough, I still have to follow the goods." Ding Ziyue adjusted his position with ease, and the warm air in the car made him shiver with comfort, "I really envy you, you have nine to five and weekends, an uneducated like me Yes, what you earn is hard money.”

"I thought you guys were rich." Qian Cheng said with a smile, "Why, the rich second generation is going to follow you?"

"I'm a fart rich second generation!" Ding Ziyue felt helpless because of this big label, "Is there such a simple and simple rich second generation like me? The money that I gave you is also my mother's money, she has a lot of private money! I have nothing, I eat at home and live at home, and I have to do whatever my father tells me to do."

"Don't you feel unfree?" Qian Cheng was surprised that Ding Ziyue would pour bitterness on himself.

"Of course not free." Ding Ziyue took out a cigarette from his pocket and sniffed it under his nose. "Everything has to be supervised. It's different from ordinary part-time jobs. My parents control me more."

"Well, that's true." Qian Cheng tilted his head and looked at the night through the car window. Ding Zile thought the same, right?

Neither of them spoke.Ding Ziyue was rubbing the cigarette in his hand and smelling it for a long time, but he didn't light it. "Listen to music?" Ding Ziyue suggested, and then turned on the stereo.

Qian Cheng thought that with his unrestrained personality, he should be able to play some country rock, and when he heard the prelude, he lay down comfortably.

It seems that people are really unpredictable.

"Actually, I'm afraid that you will always praise and overestimate my perseverance. In fact, I'm even more afraid that you only know how to appreciate my character. No one can match my words to regain your confidence. No one will ask me if I am willing to play this great incarnation..."

Ding Ziyue still didn't light up his cigarette. Halfway through the song, his phone vibrated. He took it out to look at it, and fell back again.

"Let's go, my mother urged me." After the song finished, Ding Ziyue turned off the stereo, "Let's go and see if their meeting goes well."

When Qian Cheng jumped out of the car, he suddenly remembered something: "Didn't your mother tell you to take things?"

"Just say I didn't find it," Ding Ziyue put the cigarette back into his pocket nonchalantly, "Even if you take it up for a while, you have to take it down."

It seems that this excuse is really too reluctant.

The atmosphere didn't change much when he came back, Ding Zile basically kept the same expression on his face in order not to get involved in the wound, let alone his mother.In comparison, Ding Ziyue is simply a mobile emoji.

"Where's my shrimp dumpling?" Ding Ziyue's sharp eyes caught the point as soon as he came back.

"Sorry, I ate it." Ding Zile said with a smile, "Do you want me to order another one?"

"Forget it," his brother was very helpless, and only reminded him earnestly, "Can you stop grabbing food from me, I'm still a minor."

"You don't feel like you're a minor when you're driving?" Ding Zile retorted, turning to look at his mother, "Shall I go down to pay the bill?"

"You go." His mother nodded, "I'll eat your meal today."

"What's the plan for tomorrow?" Ding Ziyue glanced at his brother's back, took a sip of his already cold tea, "Shall I accompany you to that island?"

"Well, that's fine, just walk around. Your brother will be on duty tomorrow, so I won't bother him." Lin Xinlan opened the wet tissue and wiped her hands, "Aren't you looking for Xun later, bring something there by the way , his mother confessed."

"Don't worry about that." Ding Ziyue smiled, "Make sure to bring your things."

After finally sending the person away, even though he didn't watch the whole scene, Qian Cheng knew roughly what was going on.

"I did well today." Ding Zile knew that Qian Cheng was waiting for his comment, "Smoothly helped me get through the difficulties."

"It's not that exaggerated." Qian Cheng smiled.

"Well, I feel that my mother has improved this time, although she still can't turn her mind..." Ding Zile added, "In the past few days, she would drag me to watch for a long time, but now she actually restrained herself. Not like my mother."

"Really." It's really cold this day, Qian Cheng thought to himself, it was so cold that he failed to switch expressions several times in succession.