I have ten trillion licking dog gold

If you accidentally use too much force and break the bottle while toasting someone, the spilled wine will stain their clothes and, yes, their cheeks, especially in a relatively important occasion.

Do you feel guilty?
What if, in addition to not being offended, people are first concerned about whether you are injured and even help you wipe your hands?

Non-vegetation.

The fact that she can get angry shows that this Guanyin of the East Sea is also a mortal being, only that the fluctuations of her emotions are amplified.

Shrink, and represent nothing.

So at this moment, she didn't pinch the glass shards and hit the other person again.

Don’t reach out to hit the smiling person.

I really can't bring myself to do it.

"Xiao Jiang, you should wipe it too."

Lan's mother, who was also shocked by Jiang Chen's behavior, came to her senses and handed over a few more tissues. She didn't dare to scold her daughter and could only show her apology.

Jiang Chen took it, saying, "I'll go to the restroom to take care of this."

Lan's mother nodded.

Leaving temporarily at this time would undoubtedly be the perfect solution. Coupled with his performance just now, Comrade Jiang Chen believed that when he returned, the dark clouds would dissipate and everything would become sunny and bright again. However, as it turns out, he seems to have been a bit too optimistic.

After he left the table, Lan Peizhi actually moved as well, following behind him.

"Sis, where are you going?"

The Martial Saint finally dared to speak, after all, his older sister's first wave of firepower had already been received.

"You guys eat first."

Lan Peizhi didn't stop and soon arrived at the side of the person whose steps had slowed down. She stood beside him and whispered a single word.

"Walk."

If you're being held hostage, just blink.

But looking around, there was no one who could save him from his suffering.

Jiang Chen was forced to move forward, his steps heavy.

"Sister, you won't beat up Jiang Chen, will you?"

Watching that tragic figure depart, the Martial Saint's eyes were filled with worry, and his heart was filled with sorrow.

"Someone's bound to have bad luck; if it's not him, it'll be you."

The Martial Saint shifted his gaze to his father and immediately fell silent.

It's not that I'm not loyal.

He's only fifteen years old.

It hasn't fully matured yet.

In comparison, Jiang Chen is definitely more resilient.

"How about I go take a look..."

Lan's mother hesitated.

"You can't go. You'll only make things worse. It's best for the two of you to handle things together."

Wu Guangjiang's eyes gleamed with wisdom as he called out, "Waiter, tidy this place up."

I thought I'd be taken to some remote corner, but to my surprise, everything went smoothly the whole way.

The restroom is just ahead.

Could it be that I'm seeing snakes in my eyes?

"Go in."

Where to go?

The men's restroom is further ahead.

This is the women's restroom.

Jiang Chen frowned, his expression immediately turning resolute. He'd be a hero even if he fell outside, but if he went into the women's restroom...

That would truly leave a lasting stain on one's reputation.

He turned his head, about to speak, but noticed that the other person's gaze was directed in the wrong direction.

That's not the women's restroom.

Instead, it's the mother and baby room opposite the women's restroom.

With a quiet sigh of relief, Jiang Chen didn't say a word, but decisively took a step forward and opened the door to the mother and baby room.

Good luck.

No one is using it at this time.

If faced with the choice between the women's restroom and the mother-and-baby room, I believe no one would hesitate.

"Bang." The door to the mother and baby room was closed.

and.

It was locked.

High-end venues usually have such facilities, with changing tables, baby seats, bottle warmers, etc., and are bright and spacious, but Jiang Chen only felt gloomy and depressed.

He admits.

Bringing someone's parents over without even a word is indeed a bit out of line. Putting yourself in their shoes, anyone would be unhappy.

but.

He meant well.

"The Martial Saint is only fifteen years old; his life has just begun. But his uncle and aunt have already passed away. Today is their first time on an airplane. If they wait a few more years, their health will no longer allow them to fly."

The Oriental Pearl Tower will not collapse.

The Huangpu River will not dry up.

The Peace Hotel will continue to operate.

But people can't wait.

Some scenery is best left unseen while you are still able to see it. When you are old and frail, your eyesight is failing, and you are riddled with illness, you will no longer be able to see it.

"You seem to have no remorse whatsoever."

In the confined mother-and-baby room, Comrade Jiang Chen, his chest stained with dirt, spoke with righteous indignation.

"It was wrong of me not to tell you. But if I had told you, would you have agreed? Even if you didn't mind in your heart, you would definitely not have agreed out loud. Don't deny it, I know your personality very well."

Since there was no way to run away, Jiang Chen, having no other choice, mustered his courage and said in a deep voice, "The bond between children and parents is only for this life, not the next. You can calculate how many more opportunities you will have to sit down and eat together as a family with your parents and the Martial Saint."

The mother and baby room quieted down.

The person's tone returned to calm.

"We always think we are still young, but we forget that the encounters in this world are like reading a storybook about each other, and every page we turn is one less page to read."

Different methods are needed to deal with different people.

Alone, Jiang Chen seemed to realize that tricks wouldn't work against someone like Lan Peizhi; only genuine feelings would suffice.

"Squat down."

Lan Peizhi looked at the man who had long ago finished turning the last page of the storybook about his parents and said softly.

Jiang Chen was taken aback. He met the other person's gaze, and although he didn't understand what was going on, he remained silent, obediently bent his knees, and squatted down on the ground.

A true hero is one who can bend and stretch.

The disparity in strength between the two sides is too great; resistance will only worsen the outcome.

banging your head against a wooden door, that's called bravery.

Trying to ram your head against an alloy door is stupid.

"Squats, one hundred."

"..."

Jiang Chen, who was squatting on the ground, looked up.

"start."

Lan Peizhi looked down at people with an inhuman face.

People who exercise regularly know this.

What does 100 squats mean?

For a normal person, completing ten in one go is considered passing.

"They're still waiting."

Although it was unexpected, Jiang Chen quickly accepted it, only trying to bargain.

"So, let's hurry."

Jiang Chen recognized reality and stopped wasting his breath. Under Lan Peizhi's supervision, he meticulously began doing squat exercises in the mother and baby room.

One hundred was not a randomly set standard. A dozen minutes later, when the door to the mother and baby room opened, someone came out from behind. Although he had actually gritted his teeth and finished, he could no longer walk normally. He was holding onto the wall, his legs were trembling, his hair was soaked with sweat, and his collar was half open, as if he had just experienced a vigorous workout.

wrong.

It was originally a very enjoyable sport.

Near the restroom, people came and went. Seeing this scene, a man and a woman walked out of the mother and baby room without a child in their arms. The man seemed exhausted and had to lean on the wall to walk. Everyone stared at them with strange looks.

For some reason, Lan Peizhi, who had been given a minor punishment as a warning, quickened her pace.

Someone, whose strength was waning, was leaning against the wall, completely oblivious to the fact that the other person wanted to distance themselves from the situation. They were still raising their hand and shouting in a weak voice.

"Wait for me—" (End of Chapter)