Huang Ling regrets it very much: "I should have listened to my colleagues. Many of the old people are playing porcelain games."

Mobson: "Not only the elderly, but some young people also play. I heard that some older people are getting more and more color, you have to be careful. Don't drink with him, be careful not to greet you."

Huang Ling glanced at the old man: "Looking at his age is almost ninety, the color heart may not be, it should be suffering from dementia."

"If you meet an old man with Alzheimer's disease, you have to marry him, he is jealous."

"Oh, he doesn't listen, I still have to pull a bunch of waste into the restaurant."

"It's not working, the police, and hand it over to the police."

"Just like this."

Chat for a while, because the dishes are coming.

Huang Ling did not care for Mobson, moving chopsticks, eating vegetables!

The old man said, faintly said: "Is it not to be hungry?"

Huang Ling did not ask for a good breath: "Can you finish eating?"

Before, she used "you". Now, she doesn't need it, she doesn't respect him!

Relying on the old man who sells old!

The old man wrinkled his face and the wrinkles on his face moved. "I can't finish it. I don't have much food."

"Not much, do you still have so much?" Huang Ling is crazy, cooking.

"Who told the waiter to look at my eyes, I ordered a little more and proved to show her that I am rich."

"You are a swollen face and a fat man. You are swollen my face and hurt me."

The Cordyceps soup came up, the father only smashed half a bowl, and the rest were given to Huang Ling: "You finish drinking and make up."

"The meat is hurting, and drinking can't make up any more." The mouth said so, but Huang Ling finally finished drinking.

"If I didn't hang you once, have you never eaten such a good dish? You are not rich, you should not be able to afford it." Father asked.

"You can't afford it, Grandma's, isn't this meal paid for me?" Huang Ling wants to beat people.

Father smiled: "I am pitting you, you pay, or will you pay?"

"Where is your son, daughter, granddaughter, where is the name, where is the job, tell me all, I am going to ask for money back." Huang Ling said.

"You call my grandson Momo, you ask him for money."

Huang Ling listened, and the smile was very strange: "Get it, people don't know you, you don't think about being a grandfather."

"He doesn't know me, I know him."

"Then you said, what is his full name?"

"do not know."

"Oh, how old is he this year?"

"do not know."

"Oh, hehe, you deceive."

Drops -

Huang Ling’s WeChat is here.

She slyly pointed to the old man: "Pit people fine!"

The old man raised his eyebrows, and deceived people for a while. After a while, he was a fine man, and he was a demented old man and a stinky old man... These adjectives are really interesting.

"Momo really gave me a transfer?" Huang Ling opened, it turned out to be 50,000!

Huang Ling made a voice in the past: "Momo, give me 50,000 yuan to do?"

"Refill your money from the pit, and smile at the beauty, don't be angry." Mobson answered.

The old man heard it, and he gave up his mouth, beauty?

He looked at Huang Ling, who couldn't be an ordinary oriental woman. The appearance was really not outstanding.

Still very porridge, mentioning a few broken bottles and broken jars, all go panting, let alone running.

So weak... How many babies can you give birth to?

However, the old man likes the gimmick of such a temper.

His granddaughter, Sven Wenwen, speaks rigidly, doesn't know how to make jokes, and has no fun at all.

Still look at Huang Lingshuang.