Widow Qin is a typical old local resident of City J.
She was originally gentle and gentle, but after the death of her husband, in order to support the family's children, she became extremely aggressive, commonly known as a hobbit, and shameless.
On that fat face, you can vaguely see the delicate look of his youth.
The narrow eyes, squeezed deep by the flesh, shone with a shrewd light.
"Brother Zhou, don't I want you to see me? I've been sitting outside for a long time and you haven't come out to say hello?"
The voice changed: "Hey, there are so many delicious foods? I just didn't have breakfast. Do you mind if I eat it together?"
Without waiting for Old Man Zhou to answer, he immediately sat down on his own, grabbed a handful of fried dough sticks from the plate and stuffed them into his mouth. He chewed the food residue in his mouth, and muttered: "Uncle Zhou, make a bowl of white porridge and drop two drops." Drizzle sesame oil and sprinkle a handful of chopped scallions, not green ones."
She ordered it as a matter of course.
Don't consider yourself an outsider at all.
Uncle Zhou opened his mouth, fearing that if he said a word, Widow Qin would chase him and scream at him.
The power of this widow's trolling is extraordinary, no, their master is about to experience it.
Uncle Zhou, who handed over the porridge, had a helpless look in his eyes, and he hunched his neck and hid aside.
"You, if you have something to say, just say it."
Old Man Zhou stretched out his head with a knife, and retracting his head was also a knife. It would be better to die happily.
Widow Qin's eyebrows turned, and she showed a bit of ridicule: "I mean, brother, how did you promise me in the first place? You promised to get our boy out safe and sound, but after all these days, no one has been seen. of."
"I know, your boy came back yesterday."
In the aggressive tone, spittle flew everywhere. If Old Man Zhou hadn't dodged in time, the spittle would have come directly in his face.
"I……"
"You? What are you? What do you want to say? Do you feel that you are not the all-powerful you in the past? Do you feel that you can't do these things? Do you feel that you are old?"
Widow Qin questioned Old Man Zhou like a barrage of questions, and finally her tone changed and became extremely sarcastic: "Brother, you can't even do this, right?"
Old man Zhou's old face turned the color of pig liver: "Don't talk nonsense! It was your son who almost killed my son and resold things he shouldn't have sold. That's why he went in. When you come out, you have to follow the law!"
"Law? You've been living in the dirt all your life, and your ancestors have never been a good citizen for three generations. Now you're telling me about the law? Hahahaha, what a big joke!"
Widow Qin spat out the star and spit it out, which was in the face of old man Zhou.
Old man Zhou was stunned for a moment, then slowly raised his hand and wiped off the smelly saliva on his face, his lips trembling: "You, you shrew..."
"Shrew?" Widow Qin sneered: "How did my man die? Your whole family owes our family. If it hadn't been for that brat of yours, our man would not have left us two."
Mr. Zhou frowned: "Well, that can't be done..."
Widow Qin asked him: "What can't you do?"
Mr. Zhou can't hold it in anymore. He has never been good at arguing with others in his life. He is just a quarrelsome person.
Widow Qin swallowed the last mouthful of porridge, rolled her eyes, and suddenly burst into tears, as if she were mourning for someone else. The loudness of her voice and the ups and downs of her rhythm were jaw-dropping and breathtaking.
"My poor baby, my heart and soul, my dear baby, this sudden misfortune breaks my mother's heart. I pity the owner of that jackal, tiger and leopard, he is not a human being..."
"..."
The red color on Old Man Zhou's face became thicker and thicker, his eyes widened, and his restless mood suddenly became aroused. His vision went dark, he vomited a mouthful of blood, and fell down.
Uncle Zhou's groundhog on the side screamed: "Master, someone is dead!!!!"
The wailing Widow Qin said: "..."
Wouldn't it really make people cry away?
"belch."
She covered her mouth and burped.
——
"What? My dad is hospitalized? What's the cause?"
In the room, Father Zhou was packing his luggage when he received the call. He was stunned for a moment. After hanging up the phone, Father Zhou looked at his wife who was packing his clothes, with complicated eyes and unspeakable words: "Honey, my dad..."
Zhou's mother put down her work, came over and held Zhou's father's hand, with a gentle tone: "I understand, I will accompany you to the hospital. Which hospital does our dad live in?"
Zhou's father held his wife's hand movedly: "The second doctor..."
Yes, that's the second doctor who treats people without paying for their lives.
The distant relative of a certain doctor in their family's medical examination department is in the second hospital...
Zhou's mother's mouth twitched: "Let's not delay..."
The second doctor, the legend is that the second doctor can really cure people to death.
The couple quickly took their wallets and walked out. As they walked to the door, they bumped into Xiao Liu, who was carrying large and small bags. Today, Xiao Liu was particularly serious, with a smile and joy that could not be hidden on his face, greeting his colleagues behind him. : "Send those boxes of specialty buffalo milk to the presidential suite. Yes, three boxes in each of the two suites. They will drink it while they live here. The remaining five boxes for each person will be carried to the car when they leave... There are also special seafood specialties..."
Several equally muscular men behind him smiled and nodded.
Ever since Xu Yanming had nothing to do and agreed to help them improve the coastal boundary, these scumbags, based on the principle of harvesting wool one at a time, came over before dawn to drag Daoist Xu away, and only sent him back after nightfall.
Xu Yanming, who seemed to have suddenly transformed into a social beast: "..."
Curse every scumbag who promotes the blessings of 007.
No, these people are eager to empty out their entire family and fill up the presidential suite.
There are all kinds of specialties, pearls, corals, both expensive and not expensive.
When they met, Xiao Liu was stunned for a moment: "Hey, Mr. Zhou, where are you two going?"
The attitude was very polite and the tone was very gentle. These are the parents of Miss Xu's little sisters.
You must have a good relationship.
Zhou’s father and Zhou’s mother explained the situation.
Xiao Liu immediately said: "Stay in the second doctor? This is not possible. Just wait. I will immediately ask the first doctor to send a car to the second doctor to transfer the patient to the best VIP ward and find the best doctor."
Although yesterday's incident was not very pleasant, Mr. Zhou obviously still has feelings for his father.
Xiao Liu decided to help a group of people. Of course, that old guy must not appear in front of their little lady again.
Otherwise, the entire office would be hungry for fists.
Zhou's father and Zhou's mother expressed their gratitude to Xiao Liu, and then Xiao Liu specially sent them to the second hospital to accompany them to handle the transfer.
