A crowded night market street in Yanjing.
Brother Zhang and his wife ordered a table of late night snacks and waited patiently for their aunt.
My aunt said she wanted to introduce a best friend to the couple.
Parked at the corner of the night market was a low-key black car.
There were two women sitting in the car.
One is the most notorious female devil in the capital today.
The other one is the most notorious and vicious female gangster of the previous generation.
How should I put it, neither of them are good women.
Before getting out of the car, Lin Qingxi glanced at the woman lightly: "Have you had plastic surgery?"
"Just fine-tuning, semi-permanent eyebrows, eyeliner tattoos, lip bleaching, nothing else." The female prisoner curled her lips. "I was famous as a flower in the capital back then, so I need plastic surgery?"
Lin Qingxi didn't argue, opened the door and got out of the car.
Still far away, Zhang Ruoyu stood up to greet her, but when he saw his best friend next to his aunt, his expression was slightly startled.
"Brother Zhang, what's wrong?" Xuebao, who was standing aside, asked with concern.
"It's nothing." Zhang Ruoyu shook his head lightly, but looked at the woman over and over without leaving any trace.
He felt that this woman looked familiar, and she felt very friendly at first glance.
"Boy, did you bring a cigarette?"
My aunt's best friend walked over and asked in a very uninhibited manner.
Zhang Ruoyu's thoughts were a little confused.
I wanted to ask, but I didn’t dare.
He took out a cigarette from his pocket and handed it to his aunt and best friend.
"Dang Zhang Xiangbei, do you want to smoke this?" My aunt and best friend skillfully popped out a cigarette, stuffed it into her mouth, tilted her head and lit it, then threw the cigarette case to Zhang Ruoyu.
This time, before Brother Zhang could speak, Xuebao whispered: "Auntie, Brother Zhang's identity is top secret. How can you tell this to an outsider?"
When Lin Qingxi heard this, the corners of her lips curled up slightly: "Auntie let it slip, it's my problem."
When my aunt and best friend heard this, she rolled her eyes at Xuebao: "What kind of outsider? I have known Lin Qingxi for more than thirty years. The dresses and earrings she wore when she was a child were all gifts from me."
Xuebao is a little resistant to this woman who is not polite to Brother Zhang.
And it seems that this woman is only in her thirties or forties at most. How come she has known her for thirty years and still gives her gifts?
You can tell with your feet that this is a cute and savage girl from a rich family. She has no abilities and has a bigger temper than anyone else.
"Sit down and talk." Zhang Ruoyu pulled Xuebao, his thoughts confused.
He also glanced at his aunt from the corner of his eye, hoping to see the signal in her eyes.
But from the beginning to the end, my aunt didn't look at him or squint.
The four of them were sitting at a roadside stall having supper. Zhang Ruoyu, as the only male, took a drink first and then asked tentatively: "Have we met before? I think you look familiar..."
Lin Qingxi's heart trembled but she remained silent.
Although I haven't seen her for nearly twenty years, this woman has made some slight adjustments, and her overall temperament and appearance have undergone earth-shaking changes.
But after all, blood is thicker than water, so Zhang Ruoyu certainly cannot treat him like a stranger.
The female prisoner glanced at Zhang Ruoyu with a sinister look, and said lightly: "You are so old-fashioned, how many years ago was this tactic used to strike up a conversation?"
When Xuebao heard this, he stopped on the spot and said with squinted eyes: "Auntie, just take a pee and take a picture. With your beauty, I, Brother Zhang, am blind enough to be able to like you."
Although Xuebao didn't know why Brother Zhang suddenly changed.
But what could Brother Zhang do wrong?
Brother Zhang asked what happened?
Can't you answer honestly? Do you have to put aside this burden and show off your humorous bacteria?
"Hey." The female prisoner glanced at Xuebao with a sinister look. "You have such a stinky little cherry mouth. How many days have you not brushed your teeth?"
Han Jiangxue's face turned cold and she said calmly: "If I hadn't given my aunt some face, I would have sunk seven or eight times a day in Binhai for a woman like you."
"You're great." The female prisoner spat out the thick smoke at Xuebao, playing with the taste. "She is really a murderous devil."
Olaf almost jumped.
Damn, this woman has such a mean mouth!
Xuebao wanted to drag Brother Zhang and attack her violently, but found that Brother Zhang was still a little bit unconscious, and couldn't help but wonder: "Brother Zhang, do you know her?"
Zhang Ruoyu was a little confused and looked at the woman a few more times.
This woman was somewhat similar to the mother he remembered.
He's so arrogant and looks like a stinky gangster, it's more like...
"He knows a hammer." The female prisoner drank a glass of beer and curled her lips. "Who am I? The eldest daughter of a hidden wealthy family in the capital, who the hell is your husband? An old gambler who was a model for others. He owed a huge amount of debt and was hacked to death by his creditor. We are basically people from two worlds. How could he? Maybe you know me? What about being funny?"
Han Jiangxue became angry on the spot and glared at her aunt and best friend: "If you dare to speak rudely to my mother-in-law again, believe it or not, I will slap you?"
"Would you like to smoke one?" The female prisoner's expression was ferocious, irritating Han Jiangxue.
"Brother Zhang, she excites me." Han Jiangxue gritted her teeth and rolled up her sleeves. "If I didn't tear her mouth apart today, I would be sorry for my mother-in-law, Izumi Izhi!"
The female prisoner had a cold look on her face and was not afraid at all.
Xuebao was anxious.
Just as he was about to stand up, he was held back by Brother Zhang.
"You can't hit her." Zhang Ruoyu shook his head, his dark eyes filled with turmoil.
"Why?" Han Jiangxue raised her eyebrows.
"If you hit her, she will be struck by lightning." Zhang Ruoyu stared at the female prisoner, but there was not much emotion on his face.
His thin lips were slightly opened and his voice was tight: "Aren't you dead?"
