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The car got off the highway, but was unexpectedly blocked and motionless before entering the city.Han Ying got out of the car and inquired about it, only to find out that a Maserati and a Porsche 911 collided before entering the toll booth in order to grab the lane.Originally, I took a picture and uploaded it to the insurance company, and each side made a concession to settle it quickly. However, both parties are local tyrants who are full of blood, wealth, and wealth. After a few words, no one would let the other. There was a yelling and cursing in the middle of the road, and then they each called countless relatives and friends to support them, which immediately blocked the vehicles behind them.

Xi Baichuan pulled up the handbrake, stared at the long queue of traffic in front of him and frequently raised his hand to look at his watch. Han Ying looked relaxed, and put on a posture of watching the fun leisurely, and made off-site comments on the combat effectiveness of both sides from time to time.The back and forth was blocked for almost two hours, until the traffic police and the insurance company gathered together, taking pictures and taking evidence to clear the road and persuade relatives and friends to leave the road for a long time, the long traffic flow started to move slowly again.

After entering the urban area of ​​Dongguan, Han Ying returned to his home territory, his whole body was immediately filled with the spirit of the master, and he started the tour guide mode along the way. When he met various bars, pubs and nightclubs on the road, he would give a detailed introduction in high spirits, as if the entire entertainment industry It's all under your control.Xi Baichuan was so dizzy from his noise, he wandered around for more than an hour without stopping, so he simply slammed on the brakes and pulled over to the side, reminding him solemnly: "Ying Juju, I don't read much, so don't fool me, it's all going around the city How many laps have you made? Don’t tell me that you can go in the wrong direction when you go back to your own home? If you go around like this, do you want me to help you get your phone to turn on the navigation?”

Han Ying's deliberate intention to delay time was exposed, so he couldn't be cheeky and waste time wandering around, so he could only reluctantly shut up and point in a direction.Half an hour later, the vehicle drove into a nearby town, made a few roundabouts, and finally stopped in front of a small gray four-story western-style building.

Xi Baichuan was also a little curious about this "luxury villa" that appeared on Weibo all the year round and was praised by fans. After getting out of the car, he followed Han Ying and took a quick look.

The style of the small western-style building is mixed. Baroque-style carved fences and modernist-style facades coexist peacefully. Immortals and animals are hung on the eaves for decoration, and several Mediterranean-style columns are wrapped on the exterior walls, which obviously belong to the local area. Baogongtou is a copycat of European and American architecture, combined with the aesthetic taste of the owner, and freely spliced ​​​​works after the imagination is free to fly.Although the aesthetics are hard to describe, the materials are exquisite and the details are exquisite, which unabashedly shows the wealth of the owner.

In front of the small building is a rather large yard, which is also a mixed style that makes people overwhelmed.There is a huge circular fountain in the middle of the yard, surrounded by flocks of chickens and ducks and various poultry strolling in the yard. There is even a small vegetable field in the corner, where the green and lush potted plants are mixed with various kinds of vegetables. Be full of life.Xi Baichuan was afraid that he would murder small creatures like chickens and ducks, so he couldn't help but be extra careful when he stepped down.The two of them walked through the yard and just entered the living room, when a burly golden retriever with half a person's height came towards him, rubbing against the visitor's feet was a burst of affection.Han Ying squatted on the ground and played with one person and one dog for a long time, then wiped the saliva on his face and patted his buttocks and stood up: "Chuan Niu, there are guests at home today, go and play by yourself first!"

The docile big dog blinked his eyes reluctantly, turned around and ran towards the backyard. Han Ying turned his face cheerfully, saw Xi Baichuan's black-lined clubbing at the door, and quickly waved: "Hey! After driving for a long time, the whole body It's all sweat, why don't you go upstairs with me to change your clothes? I'll take you to dinner."

Xi Baichuan took a deep breath, and tried his best to ignore the inexplicable address he heard just now: "No trouble, give me the car keys, I'll go to the trunk to get the luggage, rest for 2 minutes and leave."

"It's so late, what a fart you are!"

Now that the man had turned into the house and his luggage was locked in the car by himself, Han Ying took the initiative and immediately turned over to be the master, flinging the keys in a showy way: "I'll give you the luggage later. I'm so hot, let's go first." Go change your clothes, if you don't want to change, just sit and wait for me."

Xi Baichuan wanted to roll his eyes at this shameless threatening behavior, but he still had to uphold basic courtesy when he was in someone else's house.Seeing that Han Ying had already grabbed the key and went straight to the second floor, he obviously had no room for bargaining, so he could only sit on the sofa and wait in peace.

Although the appearance of the Han family's small western-style building is European and American in line with international standards, the interior decoration is very authentic Chinese traditional style.The thick mahogany coffee table looks expensive, and the celadon tea set on it is also antique.Xi Baichuan was born in the mainland, so he didn't know much about Cantonese tea culture, and he didn't know how many times a bag of tea should be brewed. I took a teacup and got a cup of boiled water to quench my thirst.

Just after taking two sips of water, there was a sudden sound of pounding footsteps outside the yard, and within two seconds, a teenage boy rushed into the room like the wind.

"Third brother! Are you back to pull, third child? I saw your car pull!"

The little boy screamed loudly.Although he was still wearing a school uniform and looked like he hadn't graduated from junior high school, he had handsome features and a radiant look, like a trumpet who responded to every request.

"I'm not dead yet, what the hell are you calling!" The Lord who was called finally changed his clothes, and while cursing and responding, he walked downstairs in a foolish way.

Xi Baichuan turned his head to follow the little boy's gaze, and was immediately shocked by the sight.

Ying Juju, who claims to be the number one American attacker in China, has a huge hairpin clipped on her head. She is like a housewife who cooks and fixes her messy hair on her head. An old man's shirt with a loose texture and a low-cut shape. The lower body is a pair of beach pants with a huge pattern of Doraemon printed on it. He is walking comfortably with a pair of flip-flops on his feet.

"I heard you howling before I entered the door. If you have something to say, hurry up, I'm very busy!"

"Third brother, lend me some money!" The little boy pursed his lips, but he spoke very frankly.

"Why borrow money? How much?"

"100 yuan, my girlfriend is going to celebrate her birthday, I want to treat her to Dicos."

Xi Baichuan choked on a mouthful of water, and it took a lot of effort to forcefully hold back the spray.

Han Ying stared, and directly counted three one-hundred pieces and stuffed them in: "100 yuan is enough for a fart, after eating Dicos, I will invite your girlfriend to watch a movie. It's still so stingy for a birthday, wait for your girl You have no place to cry when someone snatches you away!"

The little boy smiled and took the money, stuffed it into his pocket, and winked at Han Ying: "Third brother, you are the most loyal, I won't tell my parents what you messed around outside!"

A chestnut hit him on the head: "What are you doing? Which eye do you see me messing around outside?"

The little boy giggled, his eyes flicked towards the hickey marks all over his body: "Didn't you mess with these things outside because you were eaten by dogs?"

"Get out! You only learn this when you go to class every day?" Han Ying swayed a little, and there is no silver 300 taels here and he smiled at Xi Baichuan and explained: "This is my little brother Han Ting. Little... don't listen to his nonsense here."

"Huh?" It was rare for Han Ting to see his elder brother look deflated, with a look of surprise that caught the point. In order to cover up, he deliberately put Cantonese in Mandarin: "Sir, this is the new strip you brought home. ?”

Xi Baichuan felt a little strange when he heard this, but the conversation between the big and the young was in full swing, and as an outsider, he couldn't intervene, so he could only keep a quiet posture and continue watching Han Ying noncommittally facing the little boy With a hook, the expression on his face was both mysterious and proud: "How about it, handsome or not?"

Han Ting poked his head and looked at Xi Baichuan up and down, flattering loudly: "Handsome! He looks like the coquettish slut in the TV show on Tencent Video recently!"

"Fantasy bastard!" Han Ying was very satisfied with this answer, and slapped him hard on the ass with a smile: "Brother Chuan!"

"Hello Brother Chuan!" Han Ting greeted in a loud voice, showing full professional ethics to the 300 yuan he just got, and played a full role in the Hong Kong gangster movie horse boy scene.

"Hello……"

The plot became so weird that Xi Baichuan couldn't sit still anymore, put down his cup and stood up very sincerely, and quickly entered the scene with a sincere face: "Brother Ying, let's discuss it, because I will send you here specially Come on, take the key and take my luggage for me, and let me go? We can discuss the price."

Han Ting is a big kid, and he has already seen the clues in a few conversations. Seeing Han Ying pretending to be stupid with a capitalized face, he soon burst out laughing.Han Ying became furious and kicked over, "Go upstairs and do your homework!" Han Ting yelled, and stepped back quickly. Before going upstairs, he was still thinking about the friendship of the three bills. Smiling, he turned his head and gave an assist: "Brother Chuan, my mother will be back from shopping in a while, and the Yong Tau Foo she makes is very delicious! Don't be in a hurry to leave."

"I didn't learn well at a young age, and I know how to watch those nonsense TV dramas every day except picking up girls!" Han Ying had a face full of hatred, trying to divert the topic just now through various parental short stories, seeing Xi Baichuan rolling his eyes and not speaking , and could only continue to laugh embarrassingly: "But my little brother is not lying, the stuffed tofu made by my mother is really delicious, why don't you stay and have a meal together?"

Xi Baichuan lost his temper after all this stalking and stalking. Seeing that it was getting close to dinner time, he could only swallow the curses and sat down on the sofa again: "Your younger brother hasn't graduated from junior high school yet. Isn't it too early for Ying Juju to teach love experience so personally?"

"How early!" Seeing that he no longer mentioned the matter of leaving, Han Ying also sat down with An Xin, and poured a sip of tea into his mouth: "Since I am bent, someone must leave an explanation for the family. Han Ying If he accidentally followed suit, wouldn’t the task of inheriting the family have to fall on me? Start dating now to increase experience points, and talk for a few years to know what kind of girl is suitable for sex and what kind of girl is suitable for living , when you graduate, you don’t need to spend time worrying about breaking up, just find a suitable girl to marry and have a baby!”

"Ying Juju is really far-sighted..."

Xi Baichuan made a casual complaint, but he didn't expect to attract such a long and far-reaching speech, and he was shocked again.Han Ying did not shy away from it, since the chatterbox had already been opened, he simply explained to Xi Baichuan all the trivial things about himself from childhood to adulthood like beans in a bamboo tube.

The most far-reaching influence on the formation of a person's personality comes from the family. Although the chat revealed only some fragments of the Han family's daily relationship, it is not difficult to feel the affluence that this straightforward, enthusiastic, honest and narcissistic boy has had since he was a child. and pampering.Xi Baichuan listened indifferently, watched the guy in front of him singing a one-man show with high spirits, and suddenly remembered that he had lived under the shadow of others since he was a child, sensitive, inferior, and would never put all the daily life in the family The dumb flute that was put on the table as a talking point was silent, and he couldn't help but sighed slightly.

"Hey! I'm talking to you, did you hear me?"

Han Ying's topic had already been released to some world, and after a burst of laughter, he found that the audience's expression was empty, and no one was cheering, so they patted the table in displeasure.

"I heard... By the way, Ying Juju, what kind of blanket cv circle can you talk about like this, hurry up and make your debut at the stand-up comedy festival!"

"Fuck! My face is so good, how can I look like a comedian?" Han Ying was very dissatisfied with this recommendation.

"Oh... The beauty of the chaotic star circle is not important, what matters is talent. Yingjuju is a cold joke written all over your body. I am optimistic that you will become popular when you enter the circle!"

"Fuck you!"

Han Ying smiled and cursed, stepped forward two steps, wrapped his arms around the opponent's neck, pressed the person directly on the sofa with brute force, and began to scratch with his hands and feet.Xi Baichuan was scratched by his rough hands and feet, his whole body was itchy, he laughed muffled a few times, raised his knee and bumped it towards his waist, the two of them stumbled and twisted, and rolled directly from the sofa to the ground.

This very childish hand-to-hand combat was in the middle of the stage, the door of the living room was suddenly pushed open with a "squeak", and with a low exclamation, the two stopped instantly, and quickly stood up scrambling.

Standing in front of the door were two women, one old and one young, with vegetable baskets in their hands, staring at each other as if they had seen some extraordinary scene.After being quiet for a long time, Han Ying's psychological quality immediately gained the upper hand among the crowd, and he grinned and said, "Mom, big sister, you are back."

The older woman stared at the hickey marks on his neck, and then peeked at the disheveled Xi Baichuan who was standing beside him with a look of shock.On the contrary, the elder sister of the Han family quickly calmed down: "Xiaoying is back? This is... your friend?"

"Oh, yes. Let me introduce you, he is..."

Han Ying scratched his head in the middle of speaking, and bumped into the shoulders of the people around him. He was also a little puzzled: "That...what's your three-dimensional name?"