The miserable heroine of the sad novel of the period was penetrated

Xia Songlan called Ning Jingmo after finishing the SPA.

When Ning Jingmo heard that she was going to the bar with Qin Dashuang, he immediately became unhappy, "You usually don't let me drink, but you still go to the bar. Why don't you set an example?"

"I'm just going to sit and not drink."

“Someone said the same thing last year, and I was drunk when I went to pick him up.

The last time I drank at the beginning of this year, I couldn’t even walk steadily.”

Xia Songlan didn't expect him to bring up the past again, and she felt a little guilty.

Qin Dashuang snatched the phone from her and said, "Lao Ning, you can't be so authoritarian. We Songlan rarely go out, and we don't come to the bar more than twice a year, and the number of times we drink is even fewer.

Especially during this period of time, I've been locked up at home by you all day, and it's so hard for me to go out and go to a bar, what's wrong with that?

Besides, we usually go to that one bar and never go anywhere else. People there know us two, so what could go wrong?

If you are really worried, you can come too."

After she finished speaking, she hung up the phone without waiting for Ning Jingmo's response.

He raised his chin towards Xia Songlan with pride and said, "You are being taken advantage of by your old Ning. If he doesn't let you go, then you won't go.

Come on, we're going to have some fun tonight."

Ning Jingmo stared at the hung up phone and raised his hand in frustration.

Qi Bin watched happily from the side, ready to make fun of him when he saw Ning Jingmo throw the phone, but he didn't expect Ning Jingmo to just raise his hand, then put it down hesitantly.

He laughed and teased, "Why don't you throw it away? You're such a big commander and you don't even lose your temper. Someone hung up on you, so you threw the phone away and asked her to buy you a new one.

Your son, Isandra, is a professor and his salary is no less than yours.

You should just let her bleed a little, so she doesn't have to save all the money and go drinking with Qin Dashuang."

"What a bad idea! What's the difference between our Woad's money and my money? Aren't they both our family's money?

You even asked her to bleed. If you have the guts, go home and let your Zhang Rui bleed herself.”

Qi Bin was choked back, stunned for a moment, and said dejectedly: "Forget it, let's not laugh at each other when we are only fifty steps apart.

It would be embarrassing enough if it got out that we, the commander and the political commissar, are both afraid of our wives, and we are so afraid that we dare not even say a bad word behind their backs. "

Ning Jingmo didn't care, but was very proud, "What's the matter? I think being afraid of your wife is the sign of a good man.

Do you think we can't beat them or talk to them? It's just because we love them and give in to them.

If we really come to a fight, even ten of them put together would not be our match.

We are so generous, that's why we live a happy life, which is something others can't even envy.

They say we are henpecked, but they are just jealous. Do they dare to do that? I despise those who gossip behind our backs. "

As soon as Sun Dajun and Qin Chi pushed the door open, they heard Ning Jingmo saying again that being afraid of your wife means you love her.

Sun Dajun smiled foolishly, "Brother Jingmo is promoting his wife-loving speech again. Let's see who among the four of us is not afraid of his wife under your leadership?

Who can speak with a straight back at home? Who dares to save some private money? "

Ning Jingmo glared at him with disdain, "You can't stand up straight, blame me. When I was pursuing Yan Pan, I was so servile.

Now he is afraid that his wife is blaming me.

Go, it's okay, don't come to my office, I'm really upset here."

Sun Dajun hid beside Qi Bin happily, sat down next to him, and muttered quietly, "Did you get humiliated by your sister-in-law again? You're taking your anger out on us guys again."

Ning Jingmo glared at him and said, "With your loud voice, I can hear you no matter how softly you speak. If you can't hold back your fart, don't fart."

Sun Dajun immediately put his hands on his knees, sat up straight, and dared not speak.

Qin Chi glanced at the cowardly Sun Dajun and said, "Brother Jingmo, it's almost time to get off work, aren't you going to pick up your sister-in-law?"

Qi Bin looked at Qin Chi, talking about things that were irrelevant, and tried hard not to laugh.

As expected, Ning Jingmo got angry all of a sudden, "Why should I go to pick her up? I'm not her driver. I won't go today."

Phew…hahahaha…

Qi Bin couldn't help laughing so hard that he fell backwards.

Qin Chi and Sun Dajun looked at them in surprise.

Qi Bin laughed so hard that he couldn't breathe, and it took him a long while to recover, "Hahahaha... Oh, this is so funny, why did you light this firecracker for no reason?

This poor guy was left behind by Indigo and is now all alone with nowhere to vent his anger.

I was just about to run away when you two showed up at my doorstep."

Ning Jingmo raised his foot to kick Qi Bin. Qi Bin reacted quickly, turned sideways and raised his leg to avoid the kick, but was still hit on the calf by Ning Jingmo's toes, causing him to grimace in pain.

"You have no moral principles, why did you resort to sneak attacks? Do you really think I can't beat you? Come... let's fight."

Qi Bin stood up and rolled up his sleeves.

Ning Jingmo was not afraid of him. He was already full of anger. "Come on, you weak chicken, I am afraid of you.

Don't even mention two moves. Even if we fight properly, you can't beat me."

Seeing that the two men were about to fight, Qin Chi and Sun Dajun hurriedly stepped aside to stop them.

Qin Chi didn't want the two of them to fight, "Alright, calm down, it's not a big deal, don't fight, don't hurt the relationship, it won't sound good if it gets out."

Sun Dajun, however, was laughing happily at the side, "This office is too small, we can't do anything. If we really want to fight, we can go to the training ground.

We haven't exercised for a long time, why don't we go there and have a good fight."

Qi Bin tapped Sun Dajun's forehead with his hand and said, "You are kidding me, you are seeing the joke on us two brothers. You don't exercise often, but we two exercise every day without stopping."

He raised his arms and flexed his biceps, "If you don't agree, let's have a fight."

In the past, Sun Dajun would have dared to fight with Qi Bin. After all, Qi Bin was smart, but his fighting skills were not very high. He could only be said to be on par with him.

But ever since he injured his leg, he seldom exercised, especially after he got a prosthesis, got married and had children, and was transferred to the logistics department, he completely exiled himself.

Now his weight has increased by nearly 50 kilograms compared to before. Yan Pan forces him to exercise all day long, but Sun Dajun just agrees and becomes more and more lazy.

Now he is no match for Qi Bin, who exercises diligently every day.

He smiled carefully, "No, no, no, I admit defeat. How dare I fight with Political Commissar Qi? You can beat me from Beijing City to Beicheng with just your little finger."

"You are such a chatterbox." Qi Bin hit his arm.

"Yes Yes Yes……"

Ning Jingmo also thought he was a coward and patted his big belly, "You should lose some weight, the buttons on your clothes are about to burst."

Sun Dajun blushed, but luckily he was dark-skinned, so his blushing was not noticeable.

Rubbing her belly awkwardly, "Loss, lose, lose. I'll definitely lose weight."

"This is the 93rd time," Qin Chi said seriously, "Are you going to wait until you say it 100 times before you really start losing weight?"

Sun Dajun hurriedly shook his head. "How can it be that many times? I have been eating less these days. Even Yan Pan from my family said that I am thinner than before. Only you guys dislike me."

Qi Bin, "We dislike you, that is to say, Duludulu, if your Yan Pan dislikes you, be careful to change the color of your hat."

Ning Jingmo, Qi Bin, and Qin Chi all looked at Sun Dajun's hat.

Ning Jingmo, "You are dark-skinned, so green suits you well."

"Oh, please forgive me." Sun Dajun bowed to the three of them.

The brothers were chatting and laughing, as if the tension just now had never existed.

Secretary Wang and the guards have long been accustomed to the way they get along with each other. Occasionally, they would peek in to see what's going on, and the people below would envy their good relationship.