My old enemy from my previous life shared a bedroom with me

The woman finished shouting familiarly, only to be a little bit late, and looked at her son cautiously.

Ruan Qingmu didn't react at all, nor did she have the disgusted expression she used to have. Instead, she entered the room and sniffed as usual.

"Do you have sweet and sour pork ribs?"

This is a residential building facing the street. Every family has removed the balcony on the first floor and opened it to face the street. There are breakfast stalls, canteens, hardware stores, and Ruan Qingmu's house opened a small store- motorcycle shop.

As soon as you enter the door, there is a welcome desk directly facing the door. It is meal time, and a small dining table is temporarily dragged out. On it are four home-cooked dishes, sweet and sour short ribs are shiny, fried shredded pork with white jade mushroom is refreshing, chicken The eggplants in sauce are arranged neatly, and the stir-fried broccoli is green in color.

It's all Ruan Qingmu's fucking handicraft, full of color and fragrance, and looks very good-looking.

There was also a young man sitting at the dinner table, his pupils were white, and when he heard Ruan Qingmu's voice, he raised his head to say hello: "Xiao Mu is back?"

The direction of the line of sight is roughly correct, but the angle is wrong, and the eyes are obviously blind.

Ruan Qingmu sat down, picked up the chopsticks, picked up a piece of sweet and sour ribs, and put it in her mouth: "Well, it's delicious."

His mother fetched a basin of cold water from the kitchen at the back and brought it over: "Your face is covered with sweat, and you eat without washing."

Ruan Qingmu's legs and feet were inconvenient, and she was not hypocritical, so she wiped her face well with the basin of water.

His sweaty face was refreshed, his lips were red and his teeth were white, and his eyes were clear.

He picked the wet hair in front of his forehead, smiled and said, "Thank you, Mom."

As soon as these words came out, his mother Mu Wanli and the technician Xiao Zheng were a little dazed.

Ruan Qingmu sighed in her heart.

Of course he knew why.

The original owner of this body was a single-parent family, and his mother Mu Wanli raised him, which can be called hard work.

But in the eyes of the original Ruan Qingmu, the men coming and going in and out of the house, and the neighbor's playful eyes, are undoubtedly enough to crush an introverted half-grown child.

In memory, the original body was extremely emotionally unstable, often crying secretly in the middle of the night, full of resentment towards his mother's job—yes, the job of raising him.

Before the car accident, the original boy hadn't called mom for a long time, let alone such a gentle and well-behaved thank you.

While eating, Ruan Qingmu helped Mu Wanli pick up a small steak: "Mom, you can eat too."

Mu Wanli looked at her son in surprise, and quickly stopped her: "Pick it away, I don't like this, it's not like you don't know."

"We took a history class last semester." Ruan Qingmu's cheeks puffed up, "The teacher told us that when the price of the Ming Dynasty skyrocketed, pork increased by 400%, which is much more valuable than pork now."

His voice was vague: "Our teacher likes to chat nonsense. She also said that her family has bought less pork recently. She bought some ribs and was only willing to give them to her children."

Mu Wanli's hands were completely stiff, and she stared blankly at the pork ribs in the bowl.

She suddenly lowered her head, turned around and walked quickly towards the back kitchen, her voice trembling a little: "Look at my memory, I forgot...to serve the soup."

Xiao Zheng turned his head hesitantly, his pale eyes were out of focus, and he paused when he wanted to say something.

Ruan Qingmu turned her head to look at a massage room in the back: "Is Sister Yun still working?"

Xiao Zheng came back to his senses: "Well, that old Li from Sandong is here, and Xiao Yun is doing it. Hurry up, there are still 10 minutes left."

Body massage 38, usually an hour.

This price is unthinkable in regular massage parlors and foot bath cities, and only this kind of family workshop in a residential building, coupled with such simple conditions, can achieve such a low price.

Those who came were all old neighbors who were familiar with the road nearby.

Ruan Qingmu's chopsticks stopped slightly, and she speeded up her meal. After eating in two or three bites, she turned around and opened the curtain of the massage room.

The house is a small living room with two bedrooms and one living room. The two rooms have been turned into massage rooms, and there are three massage beds in each.

In summer, of course the air conditioner is turned on in the massage room, but the room is not sunny, the light is not good, and it looks a bit dark.

In addition, the inside is smoky, which makes it difficult to see clearly.

The old man with a big belly was bald, lying on his back with his eyes closed, and a slender young girl was standing beside him, concentrating on pressing his temples.

"Uncle Li, turn around, I'll massage your back." The girl said softly.

The old man responded, and the moment he turned over, his hand touched the young girl's thigh.

Ruan Qingmu walked over silently, stretched out her hand to hold the young girl's hand, and whispered in her ear: "Sister Xiaoyun, you go to eat, I'll replace you."

The blind girl was startled, but Ruan Qingmu gently covered her mouth.

Quietly pushing her out of the door, Ruan Qingmu stood beside the massage table, looked down, and slowly began to press her on the chubby back.

The old man was pressed into a drowsy state, completely unaware of the change of person, humming in a daze, and after a while, he didn't know whether it was intentional or not, his hand moved again and stretched out to the side.

At this moment, Ruan Qingmu made a move.

Grasping the wrist neatly, he lifted it up suddenly, and the man's arm was twisted behind his back, only a "click" sound was heard.

In a sudden cry, Ruan Qingmu bent down, her voice casual: "I'm sorry, I have stronger hands than Sister Yun."

Twisting the man's arm slightly, he listened to another scream with satisfaction, and the voice was surprised: "Oh, it seems to be dislocated?"

The voice alarmed the people outside, and his mother Mu Wanli hurriedly opened the door curtain and came in, hurriedly helping the old man: "Oh, Uncle Li, what's the matter, what's wrong?"

Lao Li was helped by her dislocated arm, and screamed like a pig: "Ah! Your son, he beat someone!"

Ruan Qingmu shrugged at Mu Wanli: "It was just an accident. Don't worry, it's fine."

Before a few people could react, he suddenly grabbed the man's arm and twisted it again and again. Following Lao Li's horrific howl, Ruan Qingmu smiled, "Look, it's done."

Lao Li's face was covered with sweat, his neck was stiff, he swung his arms up and down, left and right, sure enough, okay?

He was so angry that he jumped off the massage table and wanted to hit Ruan Qingmu with his hand: "You little dog, you...you fucking did it on purpose!"

As soon as Ruan Qingmu stretched out her hand, she grabbed his wrist and was about to twist it again: "Uncle Li, be careful, don't twist it again."

In the dark room, he bared his teeth and smiled at Lao Li: "Maybe it will really break next time."

Lao Li was very close to him, and at a glance, the boy's white teeth gleamed sharply, and he was inexplicably excited.

"You..." He stammered, his chubby body receded, and he turned to look at Mu Wanli, "Look at your son!"

Mu Wanli glanced at her son hastily, and quickly smiled all over her face: "Oh, don't be as knowledgeable as a child!"

She grabbed a hundred-yuan bill and stuffed it into Lao Li's hand: "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, today's money is not counted. You can use the 100 yuan to buy braised vegetables."

Lao Li cursed and walked out, muttering: "Unlucky, I will never come again!"

Ruan Qingmu followed him out, watched him go out, and suddenly yelled: "Don't come here again, come and hit him once."

Old Li got angry, and shouted outside: "Bah, you bastard with no hair, you know what a fart! You should ask Xiaoyun if she wants me to come!"

Before Ruan Qingmu could reply, Mu Wanli had already jumped up.

Grabbing the fly swatter on the table casually, she stepped out the door, chased after Lao Li and hit him: "You bastard, try to swear again! Is my son also worthy of your swearing?"

Lao Li was beaten by her fly swatter: "You crazy woman, the young one is crazy, and you old one are also crazy?"

In the canteen next door, the boss looked here with a smile on his face: "What's wrong with Mr. Li, that he was chased and beaten by his orphans and widows?"

Lao Li poked his neck: "Fart, I can sit upright when I can do it!"

With a sneer, Mu Wanli grabbed Lao Li's pocket and snatched back the 100 yuan: "Get out of here! I don't want your face, you're still talking!"

Lao Li was furious, but he didn't dare to fight her. He ran away and shouted into the room: "Xiaoyun, next time this little brat is not around, I'll come again!"

Mu Wanli came back with arms crossed, out of breath, smoothed out her slightly messy hair, and handed a hundred yuan to Xiao Yun: "Here you go, that old man's massage fee."

Xiaoyun shook her head but said in a low voice, "He didn't give any money..."

Mu Wanli couldn't help saying, but still stuffed it to her: "I told you to take it, so you take it."

While talking, a few more people entered the door.

A man in his thirties was in front, followed by two yellow-haired boys, all wearing only vests and slippers.

The leading man was hard-covered and sturdy, wearing a pair of ripped jeans underneath, and his bare arms were covered with tattoos, green dragons on the left and white tigers on the right, with hideous patterns.

"Why is Miss Li so angry? It's a hot day." He asked with a smile.

Mu Wanli replied angrily: "It's okay, that bastard, Old Li, had the guts to scold my son, so I kicked him out."

A yellow hair slapped his thigh: "It's time to hit! I touched Sister Mu's reverse scale, this is it."

The leader of the flower-armed man glanced at Ruan Qingmu, suddenly tilted his head suspiciously, and said nothing.

It's strange, the kid from Sister Mu's family saw him coming before, he turned around and left as if he saw an enemy, why is he sitting still today, looking at people with creepy eyes?

Mu Wanli looked at the three of them: "You have to press it? Then go in and lie down."

Several men responded, two yellow-haired men entered a room, and the flower-armed man was in his own room.

The flower-armed man sat by the bed, unbuckled his belt, and was taking off his pants when he heard a sinister and cold laugh behind him.

"Don't take it off, the air conditioner is turned on, I'm afraid you'll catch a cold."

The flower-armed man was startled, and hurriedly picked up his pants: "You, what are you doing here?"

Ruan Qingmu closed the door casually and locked it with her backhand.

Mu Wanli started knocking on the door outside, a little anxiously: "Mu Mu? How did you get in, Mu Mu?"

Ruan Qingmu called through the crack of the door: "Mom, you've been tired all day, let me take care of you for a while."

No matter what Mu Wanli yelled outside, he just ignored it and raised his chin at the man with the flower arm: "Lie down yet?"

The flower-armed man squinted at him, pulled up his pants bravely, and lay down.

Will this kid press it?He is wearing long trousers and sweating in the hot weather, why is he so awkward?

Ruan Qingmu sat by the bed and picked up a towel casually.

Slowly, he shook the towel and straightened it.Then, suddenly, he covered the mouth and nose of the flower-armed man, and pressed down heavily.

The flower-armed man immediately had difficulty breathing through his mouth and nose. He was so frightened that he tried to struggle to get up with his arms. Ruan Qingmu's elbow quickly sank, hitting his numb muscles, and severely suppressed his upper body.

"Listen, don't come to my mother's ideas in the future." He bent down and said in a low voice, the young man's exquisite eyebrows and eyes carried a hostility that did not match his age, "If you dare to bully her, I can destroy you, believe it or not ?”

The author has something to say: Don't be afraid!

There are not so many bad people. The young master just came here, everyone is bad, this is a society ruled by law!