The back seat of a Lincoln was half open. When Wen Yan approached, he saw a woman with long curly hair sitting in the passenger seat, boredly admiring her new manicure.
Seeing the other party's face clearly, Wen Yan was surprised for a moment. He was just surprised. There was no emotion in his heart, and he even wanted to laugh a little.
They are both capable men, Mo Xie, and they actually appeared at the same time.
Zhou Tingxun is really a central air conditioner, keeping warm wherever he goes. When he visits her, he doesn't forget to take Cui Lige with him.
"Ms. Wen, are you discharged from the hospital so soon?" Cui Lige covered her mouth, her voluptuous cherry-colored nails studded with diamonds, sparkling like jewels.
"Oh, I thought you were attached to a wealthy family. You know, they are most willing to spend money on their own little pets."
Under the bright broken light, Wen Yan had nowhere to hide.
Wen Yan looked at Cui Lige with a calm face, "Ms. Cui's manicure is so beautiful, the pictures will never be as exciting as the real thing."
Cui Lige didn't hear the subtext, as if she had won a battle, she covered her mouth and smiled lightly, and said generously: "Tingxun and I will go to dinner later, and Miss Wen will come with us."
As a woman, Wen Yan didn't understand that Cui Lige didn't want to invite her to dinner.
The third person is out of place everywhere.
When the car reached the suburbs, Wen Yan asked herself to get out of the car. Zhou Tingxun looked at her deeply and finally drove away.
Suddenly, the phone rang, it was the nursing home nurse.
Wen Yanmei's heart skipped a beat and she clicked to connect. She heard the nurse's anxious voice: "Miss Wen, your mother sneaked out again!"
"Are you going to play mahjong again?"
Wen Yan suddenly felt tired.
Ms. Liang Fengling was diagnosed with lung cancer two years ago. She has been addicted to playing mahjong, smoking and drinking, and she single-handedly developed advanced lung cancer.
Zhou Tingxun found the nursing home. It has complete facilities and professional services. All the money came from him, and Wen Yan didn't worry about it.
I thought Ms. Liang would calm down, but I didn't know that she was smoking in the ward and leading the patients away, and even sneaked out to play mahjong day and night. It was common for her to lose tens of thousands at a time.
Regardless of whether she has money or not, Liang Fengling took advantage of the opportunity and went to the mahjong room, and the more she played, the bigger she got. If Wen Yan doesn't care, she will go to Zhou Tingxun, and she will act rude every time: You raise my daughter, and you have to support me in her old age!
Wen Yan was annoyed that she was like this, but she had no choice but to go to the mahjong room where Liang Fengling often went.
A few gangsters squatted in the corner, looked Wen Yan up and down, and whistled at her.
Wen Yan ignored them. As soon as he stepped through the door with his front foot, there was an uproar of playing mahjong with his back foot.
The mahjong room was smoky and equipped with three to five automatic mahjong machines. Men and women sat around playing mahjong together.
Among them, the one with burgundy hair is Wen Yan’s mother, Liang Fengling.
Liang Fengling had a cigarette in her mouth, and she was still drawing water with her right hand. She suddenly hit a red hit and said, "Tang, that's nonsense! Give me money, give me money."
Several other May friends in the group sighed and took out a few hundred-dollar bills from their pockets.
There was noisy chatter, laughter, and mahjong playing. Wen Yan was upset when he heard it. He went straight forward and pulled Liang Fengling up, "Stop fighting and come with me."
When the people around him saw this, they yelled at Liang Fengling to play some more.
Liang Fengling was lucky today. In front of Wen Yan, she wet her saliva and counted the bills in her hand. She was so happy that she couldn't beat her. My girl told me to go home.
The next second, Liang Fengling was pulled by her hair, pressed on the mahjong table, and slapped twice loudly.
A man with a scar pointed at Liang Fengling and cursed fiercely: "You bitch, how dare you cheat with me!"
"Bah, who do you blame for your bad luck?" Liang Fengling's hair was messy and the slap marks on her face were red and swollen. While taunting her, she shouted at Wen Yan: "A Yan, they set up a trap to defraud me!"
It's not that Wen Yan is partial to Liang Fengling. If she knew how to cheat, she wouldn't lose nine times out of ten.
The scarred man grabbed Liang Fengling's collar and said, "Stop talking nonsense. If you dare to come again, believe it or not, I will beat you once I see you -"
With a 'bang' sound, the glass shards fell to the ground, making a crisp cracking sound.
Wen Yan picked up the beer bottle, smashed the bottom on the edge of the mahjong table, and then pressed it against the scarred man's neck.
"Would you like to touch her?"
Wen Yan's movements were swift and neat, beyond everyone's expectations.
The incident happened suddenly, and the mahjong spectators around them quickly moved out of the way, frightening the gangsters squatting at the door of the mahjong room.
Who would have thought that a woman who looked so weak could take action without blinking an eye.
The broken mouth was close at hand, and the scarred man swallowed in panic, "You... have something to say... Even if your mother didn't cheat, she still owes us a lot of money. Do you think that can be written off in one go? If you don’t want to get into trouble, just pay it back.”
Someone handed over the IOU. Wen Yan took a closer look and saw that it was a loan shark with ridiculously high interest rates. It also had Liang Fengling's handprint and autograph on it.
Liang Fengling hesitated: "They forced me... Ah Yan, you have to help me, or they will cut off one of my fingers..."
