Chapter 1246

Anyone who hears this charming laughter will subconsciously think that this is a beautiful woman.

Only beautiful women, who must be quite mature and have rich experience, can make a sound.

Now the actual age is 50, but the surface is like Yan Ying in her early thirties. She is undoubtedly the master of this charming voice - but she suddenly appears behind the young man. There is only relaxation in her laughter, but there is no fear. It will certainly be much more than the young man expected.

But young people don't care.

According to the information he has, Yan Ying is just a delicate woman who has had an adventure but has no power to bind a chicken. With only one hand, he can pinch her delicate neck, twist her beautiful face, slowly stretch out his tongue, and faint when his eyes turn white.

Then, the young man stuck her mouth with tape, tied her hands, put them into the sack that had been prepared, carried them out, put them on the back seat of the pickup truck, and drove away as fast as possible.

"Hehe, I'm looking for you, old beauty."

The young man's mind turned, and a grim smile turned around his mouth.

Freeze.

The one standing behind him blocking the door is indeed an old "beauty", but she is old, but she is not beautiful at all: which beauty is full of white hair and wrinkles?

This old beauty is the white haired old woman who opens the door for young people when they knock on the door and should be handled by his companions.

How can an old woman whose appearance has nothing to do with "beauty" make such a charming voice?

The young man winked at the old man and wondered if he was wrong.

"Don't look, handsome boy. There are only two of us at home except your companion who has become a dead dog."

The old lady with white hair seemed to know what the young man was thinking and giggled again: "giggle, handsome boy, if I were you, I would immediately put down my knife and quickly kneel on the ground and kowtow for mercy. Maybe my old man would want to have a good life in heaven and let you go."

Seeing the old lady with white hair with her own eyes and hearing her give out the unique and charming laughter that only young women can give, the young man felt that he had met the devil, and his heart sank all at once.

Such a white haired old lady is not a devil. What is it?

"Why, do you still hesitate? Do you have to suffer to cooperate obediently?"

The old lady with white hair looked at the young man staring at her in a daze, and her sparse eyebrows frowned slightly.

"Baga!"

The young man finally woke up, raised his knife with a low roar, and stabbed the white haired old woman in the heart.

When he was too frightened, his potential was stimulated, and his strength to stab this knife was at least twice that of his usual training.

He doesn't believe it, just because he can't kill a dead old woman who plays tricks!

The young man must believe it, because the fact is here -- when he saw that the tip of the knife was about to pierce the old lady's clothes, an unbearable pain suddenly came from his right wrist, which made him have to instinctively close his eyes, open his mouth and make a sad scream to dilute the pain, but one hand covered his mouth in time.

He stifled his scream in his mouth and heard the crisp sound of his wrist fracture.

After the pain could not be diluted with screams, the young man had to immediately turn his eyes up and faint.

But he soon woke up, because his head was pressed into the washbasin, and the cold water in the faucet rattled.

Then, he felt the sharp pain from his wrist again. Just about to hum miserably, his head was pressed into the water again, but his ears were exposed. Therefore, he could hear an old voice without any feelings asking, "are you Oriental?"

After asking this question, the old lady lifted his head from the water.

Just now, when the young man was cutting angrily, he once shouted baga. That was his instinctive reaction. Even if he could speak fluent Chinese, he had no time to hide it.

After being soaked in cold water, the young man quickly woke up. Naturally, he would not answer. He clenched his teeth and tried to struggle.

But he just struggled, and the unbearable pain came again from his broken wrist.

The broken wrist was twisted into a hemp pattern by the old lady. Can it not hurt?

This time, the old lady didn't cover his mouth with her hand, because his whole face was soaked in cold water again. No matter how loud he screamed, he was just blowing bubbles.

Although the scream has turned into blowing bubbles, it has diluted a lot of pain after all. The young man didn't faint again, but the cold sweat all over his body has soaked his clothes.

"If you don't want to be tortured to death, please answer me. Don't be stubborn, because my greatest pleasure now is to torture young people like you. Please believe me. "

The old man with white hair smiled. His shriveled right hand was like a chicken claw. He grabbed the young man's steamed stuffed bun, lifted him up with a little force and pressed him on the wall.

Can you imagine an old lady who takes off her shoes and goes to the Kang tonight and may not have a chance to wear them tomorrow, just like those Hercules in the movie, holding the neck of a young man weighing 70 kilograms in one hand and hanging on the wall half a foot above the ground?

It's weird. It's unbelievable, but it's reality.

Unable to breathe, the young man finally realized that the old woman in front of him was not the old woman in his impression, but an old witch who could make the charming laughter of young women.

He broke the old witch's right wrist like a firewood stick with his left hand, but he felt like it was made of iron. He didn't move, so he had to nod hard.

The old lady let go of her hand and let the young man squat down the wall. She covered her neck with her left hand and coughed violently.

The old lady was very patient this time. She gave him half a minute to breathe and breathe. Then she asked faintly again, "are you an oriental?"

The young man nodded.

The old lady asked again, "assigned by the East foreigners?"

The young man nodded again. All his strong confidence, such as not afraid of death, had been smashed by the old witch. He just wanted to answer everything she wanted to know, and then run away from her as fast as possible!

How fast is the fastest speed?

It's not the speed of a car, it's not the speed of an aircraft, it's not even the speed of light when it's running, but from life to death.

When the young man answered all the questions of the old witch, he left her as fast as he could.

Also left the world.

Before he left, he heard the sound when his throat bone was crushed.

That noise sounds like a dream.

But he will never wake up from his dream.

Yan Ying's luck was much better than that of the young man -- when there was a gentle cough outside the door, she suddenly woke up from her sweet sleep and opened her eyes.

When people nap and fall asleep, they don't have any concept of time. Sometimes they think they just sleep for half a minute at most, but in fact, more than half an hour passes; Sometimes I think I've slept for a long time, but it's less than half a minute.

Scientific research has proved that people's sleep quality during nap is the best. No matter lying, sitting or even standing, they will completely relax and drive away all fatigue.

So when people wake up after a nap, they will be in good spirits.

Yan Ying felt that she slept for half a minute at most, or even less: didn't she see her white mother-in-law with a thermos before she came back from the kitchen?

Yan Ying grabbed mother-in-law Bai's hand and rubbed her eyes before she opened the screen door. She stood up and quickly greeted her, and took the thermos in her hand: "aunt, I'll come. You're welcome. I'm not the kind of expensive lady who won't help when the oil bottle is crooked. "

"Madam, I think you are more noble than those expensive ladies."

Mother-in-law Bai smiled and didn't insist any more. Yan Ying took the thermos. She went to the wine cabinet to get the tea: "the tea is Xiaobing. I heard that it was given to her by President Xia. It must be good tea, but I can't drink it."

Making dumplings, she chatted with her mother-in-law Bai about those things in her early years (Yan Ying is nearly 50 years old, and she can barely talk about the anecdotes in her early years in front of her mother-in-law BAI). Yan Ying felt that she enjoyed this seemingly dull life.

In fact, a plain life is the most real and happiest life. It's like eating shepherd's purse stuffed dumplings, you will have a feeling of lingering fragrance.

She declined grandma Bai's kindness to take two plates of dumplings home, so that she didn't have to send herself out politely. After that, Yanying returned home.

As soon as the iron door was closed, Yan Ying heard the sound of running water in the south room.

The south room of the Fang family is divided into two rooms. The one in the west is the bathroom and the one outside is the one who washes his face and brushes his teeth.

After mother-in-law Bai knocked on the iron door, she thought it was Yan Ying who came back from Fang Yuan. She once hurried into the south room to wash -- she had forgotten whether she turned off the tap when she came out.

Sure enough, it didn't close. The water splashed in the wash basin. A piece of soap sank in the basin and blocked the water leakage. After the water overflowed the wash basin, it had flowed on the ground.

"Alas, why was I so anxious at that time?"

Looking at the south room where the floor drain is also blocked by the soap box and the water is about to overflow to the threshold, Yan Ying smiled bitterly, raised her toes, wore high-heeled shoes under her feet, walked over like walking on stilts, and bent down to pick up the soap box.

With a crash, after the water outlet was unblocked, the water level soon dropped.

Yan Ying turned off the tap and wiped the floor with a mop before she came out.

It is the so-called sleepy spring, sleepy autumn and sleepy summer. Especially after lunch, no matter how good the sleep quality last night, Yan Ying has to sleep for a while. This is a good habit, because beautiful women sleep out.

Xia Xiaoyun also has this good habit. Every day after lunch, whether at home or in the company, she will take a nap, so that she will be refreshed when she works again in the afternoon.

But after waking up from a nap these days, she was a little listless all afternoon.

Yan Ying has been back to Fang's house for three days, but Fang Yuan still hasn't come back.

Every time I call that guy, I either don't answer or impatiently say he's busy.

You bastard, no matter how busy you are, you should come back and see if there is anything urgent in Ben?

Thinking of this guy's bad attitude, Xia Xiaoyun is very angry, but she can't tell him that Yan Ying is back.

Yan Ying is also very strange. Except that she talked a lot with her the day she just came back, Xia Xiaoyun asked her those things in a roundabout way these days. She looked around and said that he seemed to have become a fool.

Alas, this mother and son are really hard to serve.

Xia Xiaoyun held her cheek in her left hand and stared at the signature pen "Dancing" in the five fingers of her right hand. She sighed depressed.

After the knock on the door sounded, Xia Xiaoyun sat upright and said, "come in."