? "Cousin, please post it quickly! Don't stop." Xia Ying urged without any scheming. Xia Qin was so angry that she slapped her belly and scolded: "I'm not ashamed, let's see who dares to marry you in the future." She pulled the bath towel and covered her body.

"Hehe, what are you afraid of when I show my cousin at home? At worst, you'll let me see it too." Xia Ying laughed proudly.

Xia Qin was completely speechless...

Liang Yong put on his shoes at the door, and his mind was still colorful and rich. This night was so wonderful. He hummed an unknown song in his mouth and walked downstairs leisurely. He walked to the corner of the third floor. He saw the couple still there, and the two were engaging in love. The sound of "hissing" kissing was like a beautiful symphony.

"Hey! My buddy is so amazing. I have been so long. I admire you!" Liang Yong couldn't help but give him a thumbs up and teased. It's been a few hours later, and this guy is still so fierce. Could it be that the legendary golden spear is not falling? Liang Yongshi really admires such a fellow practitioner.

"Hehe, I went back to watch Teacher Ai Iijima's performance just now, and I couldn't help but ask my younger sister to come out again..." The guy raised his head and smiled at the hello.

"Oh, you'll score twice! You guys continue." Liang nodded in conscience and whistled downstairs. I remember that Xiao Liang, I, had also been so youthful, but I didn't have such real swords and guns to fight in the field.

Liang Yong was in a good mood and leisurely went downstairs and even forgot about a big hole behind his shirt. But this kind of good mood didn't last for two minutes. He smelled a stench five meters away from Maserati and found a pile of garbage dumped on the edge of Maserati. He piled up higher than the body of the car, and it was difficult for him to jump into the car and drive out.

Damn it! No wonder no one parked here. It turned out that tons of garbage were dumped here every night.

Liang Yong cursed without stopping and walked towards the community entrance. The car must be unable to drive, so he could only ask me to come and pick up the car tomorrow, wash it before using it.

Hualiu Street was a little deserted at night. I heard that it was going to be demolished. Merchants chose to open new stores in different neighborhoods, and the business here shrank a lot. The originally lively Hualiu Street is no longer as beautiful as it used to be. When Liang Yong passed by the Xuri Repair Store, the store was closed, but the lights were still on. Brother Liang should still be working over night to repair and add some half-demolized refrigerator shell at the door.

Sister Hua and the others have already rented a new store in Hongya Garden Community, which is the house where Liang Yong helped contact the community property. The monthly rent is 1,500 yuan, which is the cheapest store there. Of course, this cannot be separated from the management behind Liang Yong.

But it was still being renovated there, and it would take a month to move over and open the business. Liang Yong did not disturb them and continued to walk forward. Now there is a rare opportunity to stroll on Hualiu Street. Liang Yong lived on this street for five years. Although he lived in poverty, he had many beautiful memories.

After Hualiu Street, it is Dazhong Road. After the overall demolition and renovation of the past few years, Dazhong Road has now become a new landmark in Huadu City, and is a new commercial center no less than the pedestrian street, especially the entertainment industry. Liang Yong's Xuri Investment Company and Yujie's wealthy nightclub are all on this street. It is midnight now, but the nightlife here is at its peak. Neon lights are flashing everywhere, and men and women wearing light are intoxicated by the time they pass by.

Liang Yong glanced at the large electronic screen on the gate of the wealthy nightclub, where the explosive mv was playing. He wanted to go in and take a look. Liang Yong had only been here twice during the day and had not been at the business hours at night. But then he shook his head and suddenly he was indifferent. In the past, he went to a nightclub to hunt for beauty, but now his thoughts have faded a lot, and he can't help but think of his girlfriends.

"Sir, buy a T-shirt! My T-shirts are good, they are all foreign trade goods." Suddenly, a crisp voice came.

Liang Yong turned around and saw a woman greeting her. Her face was in her thirties with traces of time. A few suggested iron rods in front of her were supported by the street, with dozens of men's T-shirts hanging on it, and a large shoulder bag under her feet. This is a very common mobile vendor on the pedestrian street, but this woman is obviously just entering the road. The quality of the T-shirts she sells is much better, and naturally the price is much higher. A white sign next to her is marked 45 yuan per piece. Such a price is not attractive to customers who like to buy street stall goods and is too expensive.

Her business is not good, and she is also a little shy when greeting people. A sister-in-law who wants to improve her family through hard work, Liang Yong stood up and looked at her. She didn't like her, but felt that she should help her. Even if she only bought a T-shirt, it would be the greatest encouragement for her. Liang Yong was born in poverty and had a sense of intimacy with those who struggled in adversity.

"The T-shirt is good, but I don't know which color is suitable for me. Can you choose one for me?" Liang Yong said.

"The black one in your hand is good, and the number is just right." The woman said happily on her face, but the introduction still seemed unfamiliar.

"I'll try." Liang Yong smiled and put the T-shirt on his body. The woman came to help him sort it out. She looked at it carefully, nodded and shook her head and said, "You're really good to wear it, but I think the color is still a little darker. Why don't you try that red one?"

"Okay." Liang Yong took it off and wore that red T-shirt again.

"Well, it's not bad, it seems to be a little shorter. Try the blue one..." The woman said after seeing it. She was very serious and picky, just like the sister who accompanied her to the street to buy clothes, she carefully tried it on.

Liang Yong tried it on her next piece after her suggestion, without any upset, but felt a long-lost warmth. He thought of his mother from a woman. He hadn't gone shopping with her mother for a long time. This was how her mother used to take him to buy clothes. Although she tried ordinary clothes, it reflected the unique care of motherhood.

It was not until he tried all the T-shirts on the hanger that the woman suddenly woke up and smiled apologetically at Liang Yong and said, "I'm sorry, I treat you as a little brother. Every time I take him to buy clothes."

"Hehe, nothing, my mother is like this." Liang Yong smiled sincerely.

The woman's face turned red. In fact, she was not a few years older than Liang Yong. It was just that the years of high-intensity labor left traces of years on her face.

"You have a very standard figure and good skin tone. In fact, you will look good in any of the items you wear. The clothes I have here are not as good as you, and the workmanship of low-end clothes is not that fine. You should go to the store there to buy them! I know you can afford them." The woman Wan'er said with a smile.

"You have a good understanding of clothing. What did you do before?" Liang Yong asked without refusing.

"I used to work in a clothing factory, but it was too far away from home, so I quit my job and went home. Today is my first time setting up a stall." The woman returned.

"You must be an excellent sewing expert." Liang nodded, staring at the calluses of her fingers.

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