Dressed As the Apex of the Villain

Latest website: Early the next morning, Ma Xiangdong knocked on the door, "Hurry up, I'll take you to the mad master."

"So early?" Tang Laijin hadn't slept enough, and it was just dawn outside.

"The mad man must go to an old-fashioned restaurant for morning tea every day. It starts at seven o'clock and goes home at nine o'clock. If you want to find him, you have to go as early as possible, or you can't find anyone else." Ma Xiangdong explained.

"Go to his house to find it." Tang Laijin felt strange, why did he have to go to the place to eat.

Ma Xiangdong said angrily, "If I knew where the madman lived, would I be able to get up so early in the morning? Hurry up, if I go late, I won't be able to meet him."

Tang Laijin was still dawdling on the bed, and Tang Xiaonan kicked him in the ground. He hates lazy people the most. Tang Laijin has a flexible mind and can talk well, but he is too lazy. This problem really makes people angry.

"Ouch..."

Tang Laijin was caught off guard, rolled off the bed, and had no sleepiness. He stared at Tang Xiaonan angrily. Before he started to be fierce, Tang Xiaonan shouted with his arms on his hips, "I'll tell my father when I go back, and skin you!"

"Get up, little housekeeper, I wouldn't have brought you out if I knew it earlier!"

Tang Laijin limped to wash up, but fortunately he was still a boy, otherwise the kick from his niece just now would have been abolished, Tang Xiaonan made a face behind him, Ma Xiangdong smiled at him, and felt even more envious in his heart. The wife worked hard to create a man, trying to give birth to a daughter. I heard that family planning will be launched next year, so he must hurry up.

After washing up, Ma Xiangdong took them to the mad master. When passing by the post and telecommunications office, Tang Laijin patted his head, "Go back and call your second uncle and ask him to talk to the family."

Tang Xiaonan and Tang Aijun both lowered their heads and felt guilty. The phone call was enough to help. Huo Jinzhi saw it, and he was even more sure that the two of them had sneaked out, so Tang Laijin was still in the dark.

After walking for about half an hour, I finally arrived at the morning tea shop. It was very lively with people coming and going. Most of them were elderly people, chatting while eating, which was a rare pleasure.

"The mad man has a fixed seat. Well, the one sitting by the window is the mad lord. Don't look into his eyes when you talk to him. The mad lord hates people looking at his eyes the most." Ma Xiangdong reminded.

"Is there something wrong with his eyes?" Tang Laijin asked curiously.

"Who knows, no one has ever looked at him, so there is probably something wrong." Ma Xiangdong didn't know either, he listened to what others said, and he had never dealt with Mad Master formally.

Ma Xiangdong found a seat near Mad Master, someone pushed a car over, and he took some food, "Eat, the dim sum here is delicious."

Tang Aijun was heartless. He picked up a barbecued pork bun and started eating it. He ate two bites. It was like a huge mouth in the abyss, which attracted many people's attention.

Tang Xiaonan quietly looked at this big man, in his early forties, he was in high spirits, and there was a sloping scar on the corner of his right eye, from the corner of his eye to the base of his ear, looking very ferocious. She deliberately observed the eyes of the mad master, and she was too curious.

But she just met Mad Master's eyes when he felt it and looked at her. Sen Leng's eyes were like knives, capable of piercing people. Tang Xiaonan quickly lowered her head and pretended to eat, but after a while she again I couldn't help it anymore, thinking that this uncle should not stare at her anymore, so he raised his head again, but after a glance, he met the mad master's half-smiley eyes.

Tang Xiaonan was so ashamed that her face turned red, she lowered her head like a thief, and ate in a hurry, without seeing what she was taking, she stuffed it into her mouth and chewed for a long time before realizing that the taste was wrong.

"How do you eat the cloth head, little girl?" Tang Aijun shouted, making a fuss, it was the tablecloth he used, and the little sister's hobby was really strange.