Chapter 92

"Hey - Tong Xiaoman, is your conscience eaten by the dog?"

"I think your conscience is eaten by the dog!"

Tong Xiaoman raised the feather duster and beat the ink.

However, although she was angry, she didn't lose her mind. Knowing that Mo yi'ang had to shoot, she didn't hit him in the face. It was all his back and thighs!

Mo Yiang was squeaking again.

"Stop! Can you talk well? "

Mo Yiang grabs the feather duster.

"No!"

"You took the wrong medicine today, didn't you? Hit me when you come in! I've provoked you. If you beat me, you have to give me a reason, right

Tong Xiaoman still smiles coldly.

"Is it necessary for my aunt to teach my nephew a lesson?"

When Mo Yi Aung Dun stares big eyes, "you all know?"

"Mo Yiang, you son of a bitch! You know everything, but you don't tell me a word! Is your conscience eaten by the dog

Mo Yi raised his head.

"Yes."

Tong Xiaoman wanted to keep beating him with a feather duster. Mo Yiang didn't let go, but she couldn't beat him.

Anyway, she lost her feather duster. Anyway, she was tired.

Tong Xiaoman went directly downstairs, sat on the sofa and stepped on the tea table with one foot.

"Get your aunt water!"

"Yes, yes

Mo yi'ang immediately took two bottles of water from the refrigerator and handed one to Tong Xiaoman.

Tong Xiaoman unscrewed the bottle cap and filled it with Gudong.

Mo yi'ang is sitting on the sofa farthest away from her. Although she has no weapon in her hand now, he can't resist her when she starts a fire with her bare hands --

"how do you know?" Mo Yiang asked timidly.

Tong Xiaoman glared at him, he immediately did not dare to speak.

Full of water, Tong Xiaoman put mineral water directly on the tea table.

"Mo Yiang! You are too uninteresting to treat me as my best friend and brother. How can you do this to me? "

"I didn't..."

"Are you so afraid of your uncle?"

Mo Yi ang nodded solemnly.

"You -" Tong Xiaoman really didn't know what to say.

"Actually, Xiaoman, when I saw you in the studio, I hinted to you that you don't have a brain. No wonder I I've even let it slip a few times. "

Tong Xiaoman felt that Mo Yiang's words were strange, but how could she think that way?

After all, such a dramatic thing is likely to happen only in TV dramas and novels.

"But isn't your uncle forty or fifty?"

"Who told you that my uncle is forty or fifty years old! He's only one year older than me! "

Tong Xiaoman thinks carefully, Mo Yiang does not seem to have said his uncle's age, but most people think so?

"My uncle's mother is my aunt. She and my grandfather are brothers and sisters. My grandfather's mother always wanted to have a daughter, but she never got pregnant. When I gave birth to my aunt, my grandfather was 12 years old. My grandfather got married earlier and had children, but my aunt got married later and gave birth to my uncle in her thirties. It's not a generation away."

Tong Xiaoman carefully ponders, indeed is also such a matter.

The older generation is much younger than the older one. The younger one marries later and has children later, which is a generation away.

Therefore, Mo Yiang's uncle is only one year older than him, which is normal.

The next time, Mo yi'ang had to tell Tong Xiaoman about his uncle in detail.

His voice was so low that he was afraid of irritating the aunt.

On the other side, July flower.

Ou Zeye drinks a cup of wine. Quan bin is late. When he receives the call from Ou Zeye, he takes off his clothes and goes to bed.

Know to come to July flower, he good straighten once more, changed a body beautiful clothes, return to hair dozen hair gel.

I come here to see my sister!

As soon as Quan bin came in, he saw that Ou Zeye was pouring wine. His face was very ugly.

"Oh, who dares to offend us?" Quan bin sat next to ou Zeye.

Ou Ze Ye slanted his one eye, immediately told the right bin today's affair.

After listening to the whole story, Quan Bin's expression is a little complicated.

"Well Mr. ou, let's sort it out first. That is to say, you disguised yourself as another person to dig your own corner. As a result, you succeeded. I say so, right? "

Ou Zeye takes a meaningful look at Quan bin and doesn't speak.

Quan bin clapped his hand immediately.

"Then you can't blame others! You are a, play B, seduce his wife, now B successfully seduce a's wife, what's your unhappiness? Isn't it all your own wife? ""What do you know?"?! What if I didn't play it? If it's someone else, isn't Tong Xiaoman running away with someone else? "

Quan bin shook his head.

"If it's someone else, it's not necessarily. Why do you always help Tong Xiaoman, because you are a and you are B. why does Tong Xiaoman fall in love with B? Because B has been helping her. If it's someone else, it's neither a nor b... "

"Come on, stop talking about ABAB!"

Ouzeye's head is big.

Quan bin immediately sighed.

"So, I still don't know what you are angry with. You should be happy. Your wife is still in love with you."

Ozano's eyes turned.

"You mean Tong Xiaoman fell in love with me?"

"I didn't say it. Didn't Tong Xiaoman say it himself?"

"But she loves aze!"

"Aren't you Azar?"

Ozano suddenly lost his mind.

Yeah, he's aze.

Quan bin really doesn't understand what ozano is struggling with.

"Well, I said, Mr. ou, go home and wash and sleep. It's no big deal. Anyway, your wife is your wife. Even if your wife divorced you, she still wants to marry you."

Quan bin finds himself confused!

Don't blame this man too wonderful, disguised as others dig their own corner!

Ozayo finished his last sip of wine and quickly turned to leave.

"Hey, you're going! You call me out in the middle of the night, and you're gone! "

"Please settle the bill, sir."

Quan bin looks at Ou Zeye's back.

"Together, I'm here to pay for you!"

Why is Mao so unlucky?

After chatting with Quan bin for a few words, ou Zeye seems to want to open up a lot, although his heart is still not very painful.

He immediately drove back to Rainbow City.

But the result back to the bedroom, Tong Xiaoman is not!

The room is empty!

What about people?

Sitting in the dark room, ou Zeye takes out his mobile phone and sends a wechat to Tong Xiaoman with her husband's number.

"Where have you been?"

When she received wechat, Tong Xiaoman was brawling in Mo Yiang's apartment, and she was angry.

Suddenly, I received wechat, but I didn't want to reply:

at my nephew's house.