I really don't want to fight with gods

Chapter 32 The old fox has become a ghost
Really, Jing Xiaoqiang regretted it only once!

He thought that his girlfriend in his last life had enough experience.

But found that putting it in this world hit a wall everywhere.

Especially these parents are too unreliable.

Uncle Cheng is clearly here to find a cover unit!

After tidying up the garage, the old lady had put on her makeup and invited us to dinner, the old house western food.

Very decent hospitality, a private restaurant that can be regarded as a clubhouse in later generations, it doesn't matter that you can't book a seat at all.

Jing Xiaoqiang was in charge of driving, and he was thanked by the old lady, so he was so well-bred.

This sign became more and more obvious. Jing Xiaoqiang would definitely not be obedient and lie flat. He was deliberately rude and disqualified.

But he, who has lived in New York for more than 20 years, is more instinctive than chopsticks, not to mention the habit of knives and forks.

Even if you want to take the initiative to lose face in the restaurant, you will subconsciously notice the proportions.

The soup is so loud that one table can hear it, but it won't make the waiter and the next table dislike it...

I was used to hiding the fish bones under the cabbage leaves, and then turned them out and made a mess...

The old man saw it as transparent in his eyes, and suddenly said in English with an old accent: "Do you like China?"

Jing Xiaoqiang, who was immersed in the performance, responded subconsciously in slang: "Like..."

Then, I looked at the old lady with a bit of flair, and said in Mandarin, "Why do you suddenly think of asking this?"

The old man smiled and continued in English: "Why do you like it?"

Jing Xiaoqiang continued in Mandarin: "No reason, my parents are also here, and I grew up here."

The old lady was surprised: "I can help you connect with the opportunity to study at Citi, are you interested?"

Jing Xiaoqiang is instinctive: "Thank you, no need..."

For more than 20 years in my previous life, I was dumbfounded and vomited.

But even Uncle Cheng and his wife were all smiles, as if they saw Jing Xiaoqiang being cleaned up by a cook.

In the 90s, anyone in the country who could afford it wanted to visit Citi.

This has nothing to do with being patriotic or not. The whole country is poor, and everyone from top to bottom yearns for that free, advanced and beautiful country.

Movies and TV are being promoted everywhere, and various foreign gadgets are pouring in like a tide.

The two-track system is crumbling, and the huge gap that was previously closed can no longer be held.

Smart people feel cheated, and it is normal to want to go to the rotten and depraved capitalist world to see.

Jing Xiaoqiang, who is so proficient in foreign languages ​​and understands the way of life abroad, unexpectedly refused.

This is not normal, super abnormal.

The old lady did not reveal his cover, but nodded with a smile: "Only after seeing the world, will you understand that your roots are here, very good, Robert, you can understand this, and you will definitely make a career in the future. ."

Jing Xiaoqiang resisted: "No, no, I don't have any big ambitions, I just want to live a small life while waiting to die."

The old lady smiled and said, "To live a good life is a major event in the world. China just wants the people all over the world to live a good life."

Jing Xiaoqiang was surprised, the old lady's vision and mentality were unusual, but she didn't have any official taste on her body.

Very foreign.

He also recommended red wine to Jing Xiaoqiang, who instinctively said, "Thank you, thank you, I will drive later, so I won't drink."

In the 90s, the people of the whole country have not yet had such a strong awareness.

You say you haven't been in a place with deep legal awareness, who would believe it?
The old lady smiled like a ten thousand year fox demon who successfully foraged in winter, she couldn't be more satisfied.

Jing Xiaoqiang really wants to kick the uncle Cheng who is watching the lively next to him. If he doesn't help, he won't take you to play!

Uncle Cheng understood at a glance, very calmly said to take the young man to see two old friends, and even mentioned their names.

The old lady looked at Jing Xiaoqiang's innocent and righteous look and said it would be nice to talk.

When they got out of the car, they complained to each other: "Aren't you, you are going around in such a big circle, do you want to be my old husband? You are not authentic, I treat you as a brother!"

Uncle Cheng is thick-skinned: "My mother said that you are very smart, and you can see it, my 66-year-old girl has a master's degree. She is very good at reading, and all the conditions are absolutely good. Talking about the engagement all day long."

Jing Xiaoqiang almost turned his face: "No, you are six years older than me...No, no, I am, you love to play so much, why should I have to walk into the grave of marriage early, you see, you and your wife definitely have a story, How could you find something like this, your mother would not agree!"

He was not discussing the psychological barriers of his future mother-in-law at all.

Uncle Cheng really doesn't think of him as a junior, but only as a good son-in-law: "I was a product of the times. In those few years, when I was sent to the countryside to farm and get married, my mother was not allowed to divorce again, and she was not allowed to take concubines. You are not allowed to include women, strictly follow the standards of the Alliance!"

This Cadillac Brougham is extremely comfortable to drive. The wide body is like a yacht. The large diameter mahogany steering wheel is retro and elegant. The most important thing is that the soft electric control seats in the front row are connected like the rear row. Jing Xiaoqiang can't help but reach out Knock your fingers on the passenger seat, imagine sitting on a girl in the future, wrap your hips and skirts with long legs, and touch it with the trend... It's so beautiful!

But when he heard the last words of Uncle Cheng, it was like looking up at the end and suddenly seeing Lu Xi with long legs, so scared that his claws were withdrawn: "what? Alliance?"

Uncle Cheng's face in the back row was calm: "Yes, our family is the descendant of that group. It's no big deal to help contact with domestic and overseas investment and deal with the united front work."

Obediently in the middle of winter!
Jing Xiaoqiang glanced at the back row, and even his nose hair became taller, right?
Your family is even scarier than Lu Xi, so he shook his head quickly: "Thank you, thank you on behalf of the whole family, I will never be your son-in-law, look at me every day in the gym, licking my face and making two or three hundred dollars, with Do you deserve your master's daughter, do you deserve your family background, I don't deserve it!"

Uncle Cheng smiled: "It's okay to engage in academics and research, as long as you have a good character and good health..."

Jing Xiaoqiang directly ah!
If you dare to love me, I will be your son-in-law to inherit the lineage of your family. It is impossible!

I have to use Uncle Cheng as a shield. This guy is like a duck to water when he arrives at the dance hall...

Although it is true that I am not very good at dancing and can't even catch the rhythm of music, I have been a physical education teacher with good physical coordination, and it is no problem to learn movements from others.

It can be seen that the family style is indeed strict, and the dance hall has only become popular in the past two or three years, and Uncle Cheng still doesn't know the rules.

Jing Xiaoqiang stood tall and could see him all the time.

After only two songs were sung, the Mediterranean Sea was gleaming out of the corner of his eyes, and somehow there was a conflict with someone over there. He vaguely saw a young girl hanging on the arm of the uncle, Jing Xiaoqiang quickly jumped off the stage and rushed over.

Most of the crowds didn't even notice what was going on around the corner.

Besides, this is a daily occurrence in the dance hall. It might be better for Jing Xiaoqiang to step down to surprise him. Many dancers, both men and women, reach out and touch him!

It already feels like an idol group, but there is no security to clear the way.

Jing Xiaoqiang squeezed through with difficulty, but what he saw was Uncle Cheng, who knocked several young people to the ground with three punches and two kicks.

Fifty-sixty years old, with the excitement of pimples about to explode on his face, he has been under control for a lifetime, and finally found a good son-in-law who can help him out?
Maybe Jing Xiaoqiang is too in line with his family's personal conditions with him.

In the place where he was serving, Jing Xiaoqiang must quickly stop the scene and separate people with the security guard he knew.

This kind of dance hall does not sell alcohol, only tea, coffee, melon seeds, snacks, and cigarettes. Once a dispute arises, it must be because of heterosexual relations.

Four or five young people on the other side thought that they could easily be intimidated by the old man, but they were caught off guard by Uncle Cheng.

Originally a bit unbelievably incompetent and furious, they lost face and got up to besiege each other, and one guy even grabbed the chair next to him, and wanted to fight aggressively.

When he saw Jing Xiaoqiang squeeze in, he wilted.

Jing Xiaoqiang was not given a chance to pretend at all.

Even if they are all exercising, people in their 60s and [-]s want to maintain their cardiopulmonary function, and it is basically impossible to reverse the growth of strong muscle groups.

So Uncle Cheng's size under his shirt is hard to identify, but Jing Xiaoqiang is too obvious.

A black T-shirt was stretched as if it was about to explode. It had a somewhat inverted triangle shape like a wall, with a round waist and a wide body. Just looking at those young people raised their hands to signal not to fight.

One of them wanted to threaten the old guy while shouting that Brother Xiaoqiang was alright: "Don't leave later..."

Jing Xiaoqiang tried his best to look indifferent: "This is my friend, let's go, let's go..."

The other party immediately dispersed.

It really gave Xiaoqiang brother enough face.

Maybe old Kehler, who has never experienced this kind of young and dangerous style since childhood, felt so cool, and excitedly introduced to the girls around him in the commotion: "My son-in-law! My son-in-law..."

Immediately attracted the attention of the people around him in astonishment!

He really didn't know about Jing Xiaoqiang's reputation in the dance hall.

(End of this chapter)