President, she is only handsome for three seconds

Little Huangmao, whose name is Liu Qiang, has known An Xiaolei for not a day or two, not to mention that An Xiaolei moved out of the slums, even when she was still in the slums, she had never seen her personally delivered to her door, so as soon as Seeing An Xiaolei's figure in his small yard, Xiao Huangmao immediately dropped the cigarette in his hand and went up to meet her.

"Yo, rare guest!"

He didn't know if he was chopping chopsticks or something, and there was a mess of wood at his feet. An Xiaolei almost thought that this cigarette was going to start a fire. Fortunately, Xiao Huangmao still remembered to stamp out the cigarette butt, and it took only three or two steps Walking in front of An Xiaolei, with one hand propped on the door frame, she sealed the door in front of An Xiaolei with her body, showing a mean smile: "Did the honored guest come to see me?"

When he was talking, there was still a smell of cigarettes in his mouth. An Xiaolei stepped back a little when she smelled it, and Xiao Huangmao was stunned and said, "What are you doing, as if you don't smoke, have one?"

"Quit." An Xiaolei pushed the cigarette back.

If you are also married, you will understand how painful it is to be nagged by others because of a cigarette every now and then, and it is better not to smoke.

What's more, there is an artificial mentally retarded named Xiaoshan in the small villa. I don't know how to set it up. When it detects a little smell of smoke, it sprinkles water on her head. It is impossible not to quit smoking.

The good thing is that An Xiaolei doesn't have a heavy cigarette addiction, and she quit completely after eating mints for a while.

The little yellow hair seemed to hear something funny, and he was stunned for a long time and sneered, "After leaving the slums, I changed my look. Look at the suit on my body. How much did it cost? I stopped smoking, and the car still can't drive." ?”

An Xiaolei frowned, not knowing how to answer.

The villa is in the city center, there are more traffic police than ants on the ground, and she only goes out every day to pick up Yan Zonghe to buy vegetables, what kind of motorcycle should she drive in this situation?

The little yellow hair became more and more surprised: "It's only been a while, and I'm no longer like you, gentle and rich..."

He shook his head in a dignified manner, rolled up his cuffs by a third, and shook his head with some pity, "It's really harmful."

"What should I look like?" An Xiaolei raised her eyebrows and asked.

The little yellow hair seems to have changed a little in the past two years, the wretchedness is still the same wretchedness, which is more or less pleasing to the eye, and the group of unknowing gangsters around him have dispersed, and he doesn't seem to need to be beaten so much: "I don't know What should you look like, anyway, there is no such a good wife and mother. The slum is suitable for you."

"Looking for a kick?" An Xiaolei shifted her body, her right hand was already pinched, as if she could hit Xiao Huangmao's face in the next second, "The beatings in the past two years were not enough, and now you are asking for a beating again? "

Xiao Huangmao smiled and said: "I know what you want to do here, I'm not a 'turtle dove', I hide my words when I die, for fear of saying a word——An Xiaolei, I'm different from her, I don't have a family, and I live very easily. I can say whatever I want, as long as I am happy."

"?" An Xiaolei didn't expect Xiao Huangmao to be so frank, she just recruited directly after meeting her face to face.

A lot of things have been saved, but it is inevitable to make people wonder if there is fraud in it.

Xiao Huangmao's eyes sank, and he said: "I know everything, as long as you can make me happy, I will tell you everything. Isn't that why you came here? If you don't believe me, I can do it now Let me tell you, since you moved to the slums, I have been watching you."

"Who is your boss?" An Xiaolei asked.

The little yellow hair still had the same mean smile, and waved his hands: "This is a secret. You can consider whether you want to please me, it's settled, I can say anything when I am happy, why should I be stingy with my beauty? "

Not seeing each other for more than a year, some people become more and more shameless.

An Xiaolei, who finally started to lose face, was quickly defeated and almost fled.

The little yellow hair didn't stop him, and leaned against the door like a boneless one. After An Xiaolei completely disappeared from sight, he slowly returned to the yard and closed the door.

You said it would be nice if you stayed in the slum forever.

I can protect you better than Mr. Yan.

An Xiaolei naturally didn't know what he thought, or even if she knew, she wouldn't take it to heart - she didn't believe that Xiao Huangmao really liked her, and she never got along with this man.

But she really wanted to dig out something from Xiao Huangmao's hands.Little Huangmao is not good at anything, except for keeping his word.

He does what he says, and he has never fooled anyone, including An Xiaolei.It is extremely refreshing to do business with him, although I know that this person is actually not a good person.

Very conscientious, it can be called innocent.

So Xiao Huangmao said that he knew all the inside information, and An Xiaolei had no doubts at all.

He even said that he was different from Secretary Ban—An Xiaolei didn't know who the so-called "turtle dove" was referring to, but her intuition told her that it should be Secretary Ban—he had nothing to betray, An Xiaolei I also believed it.

But the premise of getting those materials is to please him and make him happy. An Xiaolei finds it very difficult to do it. She doesn't know how to make the little yellow-haired happy. Past experience can only tell her how to make the little yellow-haired furious.

What's more, Mr. Yan seems to be more willing to see her leave the slum forever, never go back, and it's best not to have contact with people in the "slum"—especially the little yellow hair.

Of course, she also remembered how little Huangmao tricked her. She still remembers the small broken yard clearly. If Yan Ruyu hadn't rushed over in time, she might have become a bone by now.

But in the end, she still couldn't resist the secret that should have disappeared with the passing of the adults of the two families.One night, when Xiao Huangmao once again invited her to race through the power leveling platform, she still agreed and returned to the slums all the way.

It was still noisy there at night.

The old lady who was always caught between her son and daughter-in-law probably died. The hostess began to scold the host in a loud voice. The children in that family were also like the schoolchildren in the theater troupe in ancient times. They started to let go on time. Howling ghosts and howling wolves in the throat, two high-pitched voices coming together, it is simply terrific.

An Xiaolei sat downstairs for a while, sitting in the Harley as usual.

Every time she used to go home, she would sit downstairs for a while, smoking a cigarette.Now that she has quit smoking, she felt that something was missing, so she went to a nearby convenience store and bought a box of "Black and White Matching", and she still listened to the excitement of that store with her lips in her mouth as before.

After a while, the strong man with flower arms from the building next door appeared again, and ran upstairs aggressively to ask for an explanation.

When passing by An Xiaolei, she retracted her long legs like a conditioned reflex, and let her pass - suddenly felt that this scene seemed familiar, as if she had experienced it not long ago, and two years had passed in the blink of an eye.

The flower-armed man nodded politely at her, as if he no longer recognized her.

After the flower-armed man joined the battlefield, the upstairs became even more lively, and there was a lot of noise.

An Xiaolei ate black and white while listening to a song, and when the boiling water upstairs was almost still, she shook the box of black and white, and there was only the last one left. arrive.

The street lights are not on—two years have passed, and the half-dead street lamp before has not yet found an heir, and now the lingering lights can only illuminate the doorways of two buildings. Under such dim street lights, the first thing she saw It turned out to be Xiao Huangmao's golden yellow hair.

It doesn't stand up like a steel needle, but it's still golden.

The strange thing is that Xiao Huang Mao didn't bring anyone with him today, he came here by himself.

Seeing An Xiaolei, Xiao Huangmao's mouth twitched: "You're really here."

"You know what I want." An Xiaolei handed over the only remaining black and white pair, "If I don't come, is what you see now a ghost? Just you? Where are your little brothers?"

"Some went to prison, and those who didn't, I let them go home." Xiao Huangmao waved his hand impatiently, took the pitiful biscuit, threw it into his mouth and chewed it. "Uncle Huang has moved away, so don't stretch your neck longer than anything else."

"his son......"

"I moved away by myself, without you being a drag, and I live a chic life." Xiao Huangmao smiled slightly, looking into her eyes, "When I am in a good mood, if you want to know something, ask quickly. I'm happy, like a blunt bastard who won't tell you anything. Maybe I'll know if you ask me anything."

Feel better now?The cars haven't even started comparing yet.

An Xiaolei was confused for a while.

The reason why she promised Xiao Huang Mao to come out was mainly because she wanted to release the water and let Xiao Huang Mao win a round. In this way, it is impossible for Xiao Huang Mao to say anything as soon as he is happy.

I didn't expect Xiao Huangmao to be so coaxable, she didn't do anything, and her mood improved for no reason.Is it because she came, or because of that black and white pair?

I haven't heard that Xiaohuangmao loves black and white with this kind of biscuits before?

"Don't miss this opportunity and don't come back again. There is no such store in this village. If you want to ask anything, hurry up and I will tell you." Xiao Huangmao urged narrowly, "I don't know if it will make me happy next time." The year of the monkey is the month of the horse.”

It's too late to think about what the little yellow hair is happy for, let's just think it's because of a biscuit.An Xiaolei patted the biscuit crumbs on her hands, stared into his eyes and said, "I want to know everything about my father's death, the process, the reason, and the grievances. I want to know everything."

Little Huangmao still had that smug smile on his face, as if he wasn't angry at all, and he would be able to give An Xiaolei the answer he wanted as soon as he finished eating.

There was an eerie silence between the two of them.

After a while, Xiao Huangmao chuckled: "I really want to know?"