She returned from a flash marriage, and many people in Beijing were a little panicked

Tang Xin had an illusion that the scene in the elevator was happening again.

Uh, I want to touch it, I really want to touch it!

This idea grew wildly in Tang Xin's mind.

Fortunately, this time she killed the idea in time and did not put it into action.

"Wipe it yourself."

She stuffed the tissue into Long Xiaohan's hand, turned around and sat back, pretending to concentrate on eating!

This damn man!

How did you build these muscles?

It’s so tempting!

I really want to make a specimen...

Tang Xin suddenly realized how terrible his thoughts were, and quickly shook his head to get rid of this evil thought!

Long Xiaohan was suddenly stuffed with a tissue and his face was filled with shock.

Why did my wife suddenly become angry with me out of nowhere?

Hey, is my wife blushing?

Is it an illusion?

However, the little wife looks quite cute like this!

A smile crept up Long Xiaohan's lips and he stood up: "You eat first, I'll go change my clothes."

As soon as the man left, Tang Xin breathed a sigh of relief.

No, no, I must stay away from this man from now on, lest I ever come up with the idea of ​​turning him into a specimen.

After a moment, Long Xiaohan changed into the same black T-shirt.

Tang Xin looked at his T-shirt and asked, "You bought two of the same style and color?"

Long Xiaohan shook his head: "Ten."

Tang Xin's mouth twitched slightly.

No wonder he looks like he wears the same thing every day, he’s really a straight man!

However, I have to say that Long Xiaohan looks really good in a black T-shirt.

This T-shirt looks simple in style, without any patterns or designs, but it fits him perfectly, neither tight nor loose, just setting off his perfect figure, just like a model.

As Tang Xin looked at him, she seemed to see through the clothes the smooth muscles, the firm chest muscles, the beautiful waistline, and the eight-pack abs...

Her eyes suddenly fixed, and she quickly looked away and continued to eat.

A man this evil is simply fatal!

After dinner, the two went to the square outside the south gate of the community.

The square is quite large and has open space around it, making it a great place to play with model airplanes.

Looking at those people in the square concentrating on debugging the model aircraft they assembled, their faces were full of confidence.

Tang Xin seemed to see his old brother again.

Long Xiaohan explained: "They are a spontaneous organization that has been around for five or six years. The organizer is called Ah Hao, a senior model airplane enthusiast and the best flyer here. I heard that he even bought a suite nearby to collect his models."

Tang Xin nodded indifferently, not too surprised by this.

My brother used to be an avid fan of model airplanes. He customized a large cabinet that took up an entire wall in his room to store his model airplanes, and he used all his pocket money to buy model airplanes.

At that time, she even teased her brother: You spend all your money on buying model airplanes. Be careful that you may not have enough money to marry a wife in the future. You have collected so many model airplanes. When you are old, can you open a museum?

Now, she hopes to see her brother continue to buy model airplanes, even if it means giving all her money to her brother to buy model airplanes.

As she thought about it, a hint of sadness appeared in her eyes.

When the competition started, two people stood in the middle of the crowd, using remote controls to control their "fighter planes" to fly into the sky.

Long Xiaohan continued to introduce: "This is a one-on-one competition. Each participating aircraft will have a ribbon tied to its tail. If you bite the ribbon of the other aircraft without damaging it, you will get one point. The one with the highest score wins."

Tang Xin actually knew all this very well. Her brother used to talk to her often. No one had talked to her about it for so many years and she felt a little nostalgic. So she didn't interrupt him and just listened to him carefully.

As they were talking, the blue plane had already quickly circled around the tail of the red plane and bit the opponent's ribbon.

The red plane immediately turned around and fought back, but unfortunately the blue plane was too agile, as if there were two repelling magnets between it and the red plane, and it was always able to avoid it.

The competition soon became intense. Some people were cheering, some were analyzing the situation, and the scene was very lively.

Fifteen minutes later, the blue plane had scored eight points, while the red plane had only one point.

The result of the game is already clear, the blue plane will win.

But at the moment when the blue plane bit the red plane's ribbon again, the red plane suddenly turned around and hit the fuselage of the blue plane directly.

The two planes lost control in an instant, turned and fell, breaking into pieces.

The owner of the blue plane immediately ran forward and looked at his scrapped airplane model with heartache.

Then, he rushed towards the red machine owner with red eyes and punched him in the head: "I'm going to beat you to death!"

The owner of the red phone was hit hard. He licked his cheek with the tip of his tongue, and the next second he swung his fist at the owner of the blue phone. Soon the two of them started fighting.

The owner of the red machine was big and fat, much fatter than the owner of the blue machine. His punches were so fierce that the owner of the blue machine was soon at a disadvantage. He had no power to fight back and could only take the beating.

Tang Xin finally saw the two people's faces clearly, and her beautiful eyes narrowed slightly, with a cold light flashing in her eyes.

Still an acquaintance!

The owner of the blue plane was the young co-pilot who called her goddess and asked her if she had a boyfriend in the training hall yesterday.

She walked forward without hesitation, grabbed the collar of the owner of the red machine, pulled hard, pulled the tall and strong man in front of her, and then kicked him!

The owner of the red phone was twice as big as Tang Xin, but she kicked him and sent him flying several meters away. His thin down jacket rubbed against the ground, getting torn, and a lot of down flew out, landing on his head, face, and shoulders...

It looked funny and embarrassing.

"Who gave you the courage to disobey the rules and bully others?"

Tang Xin's voice was cold and her face was gloomy. Although her face was extremely delicate and pretty, it made people feel cold.

When the co-pilot saw Tang Xin, his eyes, which had been beaten black and blue, suddenly brightened up. He picked up his beloved plane and ran over: "Yusen, what's wrong?"

His mouth was swollen and he spoke with a lisp.

Tang Xin glanced at him with disdain: "You're so useless!"

The co-pilot was not angry either, and his swollen mouth showed an ugly smile: "Yusen, did you feel stuffy just now?"

Tang Xin listened to his inarticulate words, frowned even tighter, and shouted coldly: "Shut up!"

The co-pilot immediately shut up and stood beside her obediently.

Long Xiaohan walked over with a grim look on his face and squeezed in between the two of them.

The owner of the red phone struggled to get up and glared at Tang Xin: "Who the hell do you think you are, you bastard? Why are you here to meddle in other people's business? Do you know who I am?"

Tang Xin put his hands in the pockets of his down jacket, with a wicked smile on his face: "I don't care who you are! If you don't follow the rules, you should be beaten. If you damage other people's things, you should pay for it!"

After saying that, she turned to look at the co-pilot, but the co-pilot was blocked by Long Xiaohan. She pushed Long Xiaohan away unhappily and asked the co-pilot, "Big guy, how much is your model airplane?"

The co-pilot immediately slurred his words: "It's Wangfa."

Tang Xin looked at the owner of the red phone indifferently: "One hundred and eighty thousand, plus the medical expenses for the people you injured, so I'll pay you one hundred and one hundred thousand."

The co-pilot pulled Tang Xin's clothes and whispered, "Yusen, it's Wangfa, not Wangfa!"

Tang Xin naturally understood, but she ignored him.

The owner of the red machine was so angry that he jumped up and down: "One hundred and eighty thousand, you are robbing me! My model is only nine thousand eight hundred, how can your broken piece of junk be worth one hundred and eighty thousand? Besides, accidents are inevitable in competitions, and I said he broke my model!"

These people who play with model airplanes assemble them by themselves, using different parts and materials, and the prices vary greatly.

The number ranges from a few thousand to tens of thousands, hundreds of thousands, or even millions.

The co-pilot really likes model airplanes and uses only good parts. The 48,000 yuan is the result of his careful calculation.

Tang Xin raised her eyebrows slightly, "Your garbage is worthy of being compared with our stuff? Stop talking nonsense and pay up quickly. It's cold at night, don't let everyone stay here with you in the cold!"