Thank you for Waiting, Mister Tang!

Sister Hong was strange, even Su Mu felt that the sun had come out from the west, looking at Zhang Fucai, but Zhang Fucai didn't say the reason, and didn't say it in the end.

The meal didn't end until half past ten. Su Mu had eaten a lot, all of which was forced to her by Ye Xiangnan, and it was hard not to eat. When leaving, Wei Xun, Ye Xiangnan held her shoulders and said goodbye to Editor-in-Chief Hong Sister Zhang.

He drank, and Su Mu was even more drunk. He had asked the driver to come and wait a long time ago. He drove the car over as soon as they saw them coming: "Mr. Mrs., get in the car."

Zhang Fucai and Sister Hong stood side by side, looking in that direction.

Zhang Fucai sighed: "Su Mu is really a South African diamond, I can't think of it."

He turned his head and looked at Sister Hong again: "You said that Su Mu is not amazing, so why is she liked by nightclubs? How beautiful there are so many women outside."

Sister Hong lit a cigarette, smoked quietly, and glanced at Zhang Fucai: "You think that everyone has the same taste as you, Su Mu is no less expensive than your coquettish, and crawls on the man's bed."

She spit out a puff of cigarette: "They have a child after all, and Su Mu's character is also quite attractive to men."

As he said, he looked at Zhang Fucai, "Don't you men don't get the best, right now for nightclubs."

Zhang Fucai got excited when he heard it. He took the cigarette from Sister Hong's mouth and took a sip, and then licked an old face, "For me now, if you can't get it, it is the best."

Sister Hong snorted softly: "Really?"

Zhang Fucai licked his cheeks again to fawn: "Of course it is."

Speaking more seriously: "You said we are old friends, Liu Hong, these years...you can't see my thoughts, you have never regretted it."

Speaking of this, Sister Hong did not pretend to be confused with him: "It's impossible for us."

Zhang Fucai squinted his eyes and took a suffocated cigarette: "Why is it impossible?"

Sister Hong lit another cigarette: "Are you making me your junior, or are you going to divorce and marry me?"

"Let's just be confidantes." Zhang Fucai said shamelessly, half-truth.

Sister Hong smoked a cigarette and stood there staring at him: "Zhang Fucai, are you owed again? You weren't awake before, did you?"

Zhang Fucai touched his head: "Could you not mention it, this time I am not beaten enough by the surname Cheng for you, this is all for you."

As he said, he gritted his teeth: "If I have the ability, I must kill the bastard, he dare... dare to treat you that way."

"Isn't it just sleeping?" Sister Hong didn't care much: "What's the big deal, you shouted and killed him, besides, you go to slaughter him, use your fat, don't know how to exercise , I'm so embarrassed to reconcile with me. Do you think I would be willing to be with this pork? Only Du Meili does not dislike you."

Zhang Fucai's pig face turned red, "Liu Hong, don't go too far, I was born and died for you."

"Yes, I was beaten for nothing!" Sister Hong said coolly, also deliberately angering him.

Moved is affirmative, but this is how they get along. After so many years, I was not used to being too tired, and she didn't want to give him any hope.

Zhang Fucai was a little frustrated. At this time, he answered the phone. It was his wife who called and said that the child had a fever.