"You die old man, how can you guess that Xiao Yuan's bike won't be able to ride for a few days? You are a god!" Zhang Yuanma sat on the side of the bed, slapped Lao Zhang's head with her hand, grinning uncontrollably.
Every man is vanity in front of a woman, especially his wife.
Old Zhang sat proudly smoking a cigarette, and replied: "I guessed that we are going to be ready to enjoy the glory and wealth our son brings to us."
"Hehe, you die old man, tell you, Xiao Yuan drove an Audi back at night. It was really shocking. The little plum upstairs could not drive more than 200,000 cars. You didn't see the little monkey fucking, Xiao Tao Her grandma, those eyes, look at them, no matter how dare they look down on our home!"
Being a driver certainly has the advantage of being a driver. In the evening, when Fan Lingling was sent back to the community of the municipal government agency, Zhang Yuan drove the car home. As for he did not have a driver's license, he was not a member of the agency, and the regulations on the parking of agency vehicles... These have nothing to do with Zhang Yuan, and Mayor Fan’s secretary will naturally take care of it.
Although it's not Zhang Yuan's own car, isn't it the same as his own car? If there is a difference, it is that the repair fee, gasoline and license fees are all free.
When Zhang Yuan returned home in the evening, his parents told him another news that made him extremely happy and extremely worried, and his cousin was coming.
Zhang Yuan and his parents turned around and inquired. It turned out that he was just a cousin, who was about the same age as Lu Yao and was the daughter of his mother's sister.
Zhang Yuan’s mother is from a rural village near Zhonghai. This cousin’s academic performance is not good, and she will not be able to graduate from junior high school. She is planning to come to Zhonghai to find a work unit. I heard that tomorrow morning’s train will let Zhang Yuan take the time to drive. Take it.
Now Zhang Yuan didn't know the aunt and cousin who suddenly appeared, so he had to make another excuse to let his mother go together tomorrow.
Is this cousin what she thinks about day and night? What story will happen when she comes? Does it affect your relationship with Lu Yao? Zhang Yuan fell asleep with countless questions and expectations.
On Tuesday morning, Fan Lingling was sent to school and temporarily asked for a two-hour leave. Zhang Yuan drove home and took his mother to the train station.
At the exit, people came and went, batch after batch of people rushed out. Zhang Yuan was a little tired to see. He leaned against the iron fence and asked his mother, "Is my cousin beautiful?"
"Then you need to talk?" Zhang Yuanma's loud voice was really strong, and she yelled beyond the tweeter in the square, "I haven't seen Xiao Qin in a few years, and she's old and pretty when she was a child."
"Oh, that's good." Zhang Yuan had some activity in his heart.
My mother could see her son's bad thoughts at a glance, and no matter the occasion, she grabbed her son's ears at once, "You kid don't be disturbed, if something ugly happens, my mother will take your skin off!"
"Oh, let go, why are you doing this, you can't be gentle, why there is such a mother, really!" Zhang Yuan finally grabbed his ear from his mother.
"Did I live in my hometown when I was young?" Zhang Yuan asked again.
"Yeah, every summer you go back and live for more than a month, why don't you remember it, shameless bastard, I guess you have forgotten what your grandma is, don't you?"
Hearing his mother’s voice rose again, Zhang Yuan quickly denied, “No, no, don’t look at it. I have to study and work now. My busy head has changed. How can I remember it so clearly, but grandma I still recognize Di."
"It's pretty much the same." Mom wiped the sweat on her forehead. The fat man was afraid of heat. Every time Zhang Yuan saw his mom, he was afraid that he would develop to this scale in the future.
"Son, even if you climb to the sky, you can't forget Ben. If you don't even know your grandmother, you will be pricked on the backbone." The mother gave a lesson, and Zhang Yuan quickly nodded and said yes.
After waiting for a long time, my mother suddenly yelled, "Hey! Here!"
The people leaving the station were all dumb with a thunder-like sound, and at the same time a louder explosion came from the exit of the station.
"Sister! Coming!"
Zhang Yuan hurriedly looked back and saw a big woman who was not inferior to his mother came over, "I knew I didn't want my mother to come, and I would recognize it at a glance."
Going to see Xiaoqin's cousin again, Zhang Yuan couldn't help calling "my mother".
The name Xiaoqin is quite imaginative. It is in vain, with emerald green celery, soft and tender with a touch of dew. Stir-fry a celery lily and wrap a celery dumpling, not to mention more refreshing.
But seeing people, this fantasy is like a glass cup falling on the ground, which is celery, a whole onion, just the body, put on the head and plough three acres of land without panting.
This is definitely not his cousin in his dreams, otherwise Zhang Yuanfei slapped himself a few times, the ideal beauty is too low, low and boundless.
However, Zhang Yuan had a faint joy in his heart, no need to be sorry for Lu Yao, no need to bother to do multiple-choice questions.
The sisters were naturally very happy when they met. Cousin Onion is about the same size as her mother. She has a different personality. She is a little shy when she sees Xiao Yuan's cousin. This makes Zhang Yuan somewhat apologetic. How could she compare her to her just now? Where's the cattle in the arable land.
After talking about the daily routine and getting in the car, Aunt Zhang Yuan was naturally surprised. I heard that this family was not mixed up very much in Zhonghai, but I didn't expect such high-end cars to be driven.
Zhang Yuan’s mother gave another explanation, making Zhang Yuan’s face a little blushing again.
"Xiao Yuan, go back and clean up your bed, let your aunt and Xiao Qin squeeze." Zhang Yuan's mother said while standing sideways in the passenger seat.
"Huh? Where do I sleep?"
"You can go to your godmother's house and stay for a few days. I think you have breakfast and dinner at her house now. If you stay for a few days, it won't work?" Zhang Yuan's mother began to shout again.
"Oh." Zhang Yuan looked at the two big guys in the rear view and sighed, my poor bed.
Zhang Yuan asked again, "Her family is all women. It's not so good for me to live with a man. Can Aunt Xia agree? It's better to let my aunt and cousin live in her house."
"What kind of boy or girl, what do you little kid know! How can you live in someone else's house when your family is here? Besides, your Aunt Xia doesn't necessarily like strangers, you go best."
Zhang Yuan curled his mouth, little kid, I'm not a kid, and I don't know if this is luck or bad luck. I will discuss it with my godmother when I go to school.
Sending them home, Zhang Yuan hurriedly drove to school. It took a long time to come out today. Although it is impossible for Fan Lingling to have an accident at school, who knows, in case something really happened, it would be hard to explain to Fan Dasheng.
When I came to the parking shed, although there was no car space for students, there was an open space between the carport and the large toilet. Zhang Yuan usually parked the car there. Of course, the executive deputy mayor’s car parked where the school leader would not be nonsense. .
"Chiji." Locking the car door with the electric key, Zhang Yuan suddenly stopped, motionless, as if he had been petrified.
Several sturdy figures were reflected in the black filmed car windows. Although they weren't walking in a straight line, their eyes were still exposed. Their goal was themselves!
Zhang Yuan didn't move, nor did he turn around. Sometimes the moment of turning around is the most dangerous. The muscles of Zhang Yuan's whole body became tense, like a falcon smelling blood.
To be honest, he likes this feeling, nervous, contracted, impulsive, and then burst out!
But he must first judge. Whether these people are students or gangsters, and whether the target is him or Fan Lingling, it is very important to determine the weapons they use. If there is a professional sniper nearby with a high-precision sniper rifle at him, all resistance will be futile. of.
Zhang Yuan is not in the state today, and the seemingly numb sensation on the back of his neck makes him feel nothing. He can only look at these people from the reflection of the car window with his eyes.
One of them, Zhang Yuan, has seen him. When I came here to go to the toilet yesterday, I saw him. He is strong and has tattoos, but he is obviously a student, but the few behind are obviously not students. They have dyed yellow hair and are wearing embroidered skulls. His denim clothes are obviously social gangsters.
A few people didn't speak, but their footsteps quickly approached in an enveloping form. The weapon in his hand made Zhang Yuan very relaxed. The newspaper was wrapped in long strips, nothing more than water pipes and watermelon knives.
Several gangsters, five gangsters to be precise, felt that Zhang Yuan had spotted them and began to speed up the pace of approaching. His expression became serious, his hands began to tease and wanted to rip the newspaper apart.
Although Zhang Yuan is still not completely sure whether these people are coming to Fan Lingling, he has already decided to solve them before going to the classroom.
Zhang Yuan smiled slightly, "Okay, let you loosen your bones."
Obviously, the big and strong student who took the lead was the most ferocious and the leader. They had heard that dealing with a bodyguard was a bit embarrassing. When they saw Zhang Yuan, they had already relieved 120 hearts.
With this little arm and calf, I had known that I didn't need to invite the gangsters in the society, but although the gangsters did not have him to fight, but the shot was ruthless, and there was nowhere to find something.
The elite students also looked at Zhang Yuan through the reflection of the car window. The moment Zhang Yuan smiled, he shot. He didn't use weapons, he only used his fists, which was his most powerful weapon.
"I make you laugh!" The strong student jumped behind Zhang Yuan in one step, with a big fist against his thick arm, and screamed at the back of Zhang Yuan's head!
The fist of the strong student is not only fierce, but also fast. This is what he is proud of. The gangsters behind did not wait any longer, tore open the newspaper, holding a bright watermelon knife and rushed forward.
Zhang Yuan smiled contemptuously again, with a cold indifference in his smile.
The fist of the strong student is about to hit the back of Zhang Yuan's head. This is only a momentary matter. It only takes a second to punch and hit.