The woman wearing a printed dress was obviously stunned. She really didn't expect that the man in a suit and glasses in front of her could call him such an intimate name.

It is obvious that this high-end, strange middle-aged man knows himself.

"Who are you...?" Axia asked uncertainly, racking her brains to think of such a person in her memory.

"Fuck you, Axia, you don't even recognize me?" Aji walked up to her, took off her top hat, took off the flat mirror on the bridge of her nose, and showed her appearance without reservation.

In fact, Axia still doesn't know him, but she still remembers his catchphrase of "Fuck you, you're so fucking" fresh.

"You... a dead chicken?" She pointed at A Ji's nose and asked uncertainly.

"Oh... Finally, you still have a little conscience and haven't completely forgotten me..." A Ji Lao Huai comforted her, and she pushed open the unit door as if she was entering her own house, walked in on her own, and looked around her eyes.

Although Axia's family has not reached the point where she is barely barren, she is very tight. In the living room, except for an old leather sofa, there is only a rectangular table, and four chairs are neatly stuffed at the bottom of the table.

The few electrical appliances are vivid in my mind.

Axia pulled her daughter into the door and closed the unit door casually.

"Nannan, mom has something to tell her uncle, "You go to the room to do your homework by yourself?" Axia said, touching her daughter's head.

"Oh." The daughter nodded obediently, walked into the bedroom alone, and closed the door.

Only Aji and Axia were left in the living room.

After Aji looked at the environment at home, she put the suitcase in her hand on the coffee table, sat in the middle of the sofa, picked up a newspaper and read it...

Axia sat down to Aji's left hand and asked angrily: "Dieji, it's been so many years, why are you back? Also, why did you become like this? If it weren't for your voice, tone, and habits that have almost not changed, I wouldn't have recognized you."

"Oh," A Ji sighed, threw away the newspaper in her hand, pinched her cheeks with both hands, and vomited bitter water: "If I don't do this, can I escape the wanted traffic? I'm afraid I'll be caught and killed long ago and made into roast chicken."

"Then why are you coming back?!" Axia asked angrily, putting her cheeks on her face, raised her legs, revealing a large piece of white and tender legs under the printed dress.

Aji couldn't help but reach out to cover the skin of her thighs, blatantly taking advantage of her, and said with a shy face: "Don't I miss you anymore?"

"Tsk!" Axia instantly opened his hand, left the sofa with her hips, walked to the square table alone, pulled a chair below, and sat on it.

A Ji followed with a smile on her face, pulled open another chair, and sat down next to her.

Axia picked up the cigarette box, emptied a cigarette, and held it between her lips.

Aji took out the lighter at the right time and lit it for her.

The blue smoke ignited, and a scent of tobacco spread.

"Axia, I didn't leave you on purpose before, you know... I killed a few people at that time, but I didn't say goodbye to you because I was afraid of implicating you." Aji explained "deeply affectionately", as if she was trapped in memories:

"Later, I had plastic surgery and came to South Africa. I stayed there for ten years. I dreamed of you every night, and I would stroke you whenever I dreamed of you."

As he said that, he couldn't help but cover his salty hands on her beautiful legs.

"Fuck!" Axia swears, opened his hand without hesitation again, turned her cheek and asked, "Then why are you coming back? Are you not afraid of being caught?"

"Hey--" A Ji raised her voice and said proudly: "I am no longer the Hong Kong chicken I used to be, I am a South African chicken now!"

He took out a passport, opened it, and showed it to Axia like offering treasures.

I saw that except for the photo above, there were all other identity information from Aji himself, the owner of a Chinese restaurant in South Africa.

"How is it?! Does it look like it? Hahaha! I was caught because of my own making a living from that time." A Ji sniffed, put away her passport again, and then said mysteriously: "And I'm getting rich! Wait!"

Aji suddenly turned into a diamond ring like a magic trick, twisted it between her fingers, and took it to Axia: "How is it? Is it right?! I'll give it to you."

"Wow!" Axia was overjoyed and couldn't help but cheer, and couldn't wait to take it in her hand and watch it carefully...

I saw that the diamonds were crystal clear and very particular about cutting. Even people who knew nothing about diamonds could tell at a glance that the value of diamond rings was bound to be quite valuable.

The more she looked at her, the more she liked her, and she laughed at her face. Just as she was about to accept it with the flow, she suddenly felt that it was inappropriate. She was all people with children and husbands, so how could she still accept other people’s rings?

I could only bear the pain and return the diamond ring to Aji again, "I don't want it, you take it back. Otherwise, people would say that I am a woman who is jealous of money and take advantage of you."

"Hey—" A Ji raised her voice again, "What are the advantages? I have so many such things!"

He stood up, walked behind Axia, bent down, his chest close to her spine, his arms around her neck, grabbed her left and right hands, and seriously put the diamond ring on her fingers.

While he was confusing, he said: "It is natural for your husband to get rich and your wife to enjoy happiness. Come on, don't move, I'll put it on for you."

"Hey, what are you doing? I have a husband now! My husband's surname is Ma..." Axia just struggled a few times, and on her left ring finger, which didn't even have a wedding ring, was instantly occupied by a dazzling diamond ring.

Aji was very satisfied and was quite disdainful of Axia’s husband.

He sniffed, "Your husband is the one who just robbed you of money, right? The bad guy, the worst person in Tsim Sha Tsui back then, was him not even worthy of carrying shoes for me."

A Ji gently stroked A Xia's shoulders on the outside of the printed dress and said naturally: "I am your original wife. The slut of 'Man-Headed Horse' has been for me for more than ten years. Now it's time to return the goods to the original owner."

He lowered his head and leaned towards her lips, "Come on, give my husband a sip."

"Yeah (third tone), no," although Axia refused, she no longer had the intention of resisting at first. She said angrily: "Your mouth is so smelly, go brush your teeth quickly."

Aji touched her mouth and scratched her head embarrassedly, "Okay, I haven't brushed my teeth for three days. Where is the bathroom? I'll brush my teeth."

Axia: "The door is not closed on the right side of the bedroom."

Aji took out a new toothbrush from her suitcase and walked into the bathroom.

...

Times Mall, underground parking lot.

I just returned to Hong Kong Island, of course I had to buy some daily necessities. The bodyguard assigned by Liu Jianming and the female boss, Bai Er, finished shopping and was about to get on the bus...

"Oh, kim ming, my stomach hurts a little, I'll go to the bathroom."

With Liu Jianming's approval, Bai Er trotted all the way and rushed towards the bathroom.

Liu Jianming shook his head. Women have many things to do, and there is nothing we can do about it.
Chapter completed!