Ma Lan rolled his eyes at him, and hummed, "Smack."

The master answered, "That's it. If you smell the smoke at home, you can smell it, and you can smell it when you go out. What's the difference?"

Ma Lan said two words in disdain: "Dead."

The master subconsciously asked, "What died?"

Ma Lan said loudly on purpose: "Didn't you ask if my old man smokes? I will answer you that he smokes, he smokes to death."

The master's expression turned ugly, but he still retorted palely: "You see, you, a lesbian, don't like what you say. There are many possibilities for a person's death. How do you know that he died of smoking?"

"Lung cancer!" Ma Lan said angrily, "He got lung cancer from smoking, and it spread to his heart, liver, spleen, lung, kidney, and brain. After living for three months, he died within a week, so I donated his body to the medical school and let those medical students disembowel him for practice, which can be considered as a contribution to society.�

As he said that, Ma Lan said with emotion: "Oh, you don't know. The professor of the medical school said that the two lungs of my old man are blacker than coal from smoking. Once you open your stomach, you can smell the smell. The smell of smoke was so fishy and smelly that the old professor was almost suffocated to death on the spot. Two lungs were cut off and pulled out, just like the freshly smoked pork, dripping oil , that�s all the tar in the cigarette! Say it yourself, did he die from smoking?�

When the master heard this, his expression looked like he had eaten a poisonous fly. He was really disgusted and frightened.

Ma Lan saw that his expression was very ugly and he didn't talk to him, so she couldn't help muttering: "Hey, you said that the cancer cells are really strong, the lungs have been smoked into coke, and the cancer cells can grow and grow stronger, and their vitality is indeed tenacious." , It feels like a lot of fungus can grow on the rotten wood, which is a bit interesting."

The master said to himself: "What does this mean to your mother! What a fucking metaphor you are talking about, you damn old woman, why are you so fucking annoying!"

Ye Chen sat in the back, feeling extremely helpless, and thought to himself: "My mother-in-law is really vengeful, but my father-in-law just didn't drive over to pick her up, but in the end he really spoke up, and she cursed my husband in front of the taxi driver. People smoked to death, and were taken to open up by medical students, this mouth is really no one."

Xiao Churan was also very angry, she was sitting behind Ma Lan, hearing Ma Lan cursing her father like that, she couldn't accept it in her heart.

But she was not good enough to expose Ma Lan's lies in front of the taxi driver, because that might make the taxi driver doubt his life, so she could only cough a few times hard from behind as a reminder.

When Ma Lan heard Xiao Churan coughing, she naturally knew, daughter, what does this mean? But she was angry with Xiao Changkun in her heart, and she didn't care about the presence of her daughter and son-in-law, so she continued to say to the driver: "Master, what you just said is right, smoking is actually quite normal, and it's only natural to get lung cancer. You, just smoke boldly, anyway, life is alive, isn�t it just to live happily?�

The master had an embarrassed expression on his face, and said falteringly: "Ahem, this...this smoking...is really harmful to health, this can be smoked less, or as little as possible..."

Ma Lan smiled and asked the driver, "Master, how much do you smoke this day?"

The master awkwardly held the steering wheel with one hand, scratched his scalp with the other hand, and said without confidence: "My... a little bit more... a day... that's probably just... more than one pack. a little��"

Ma Lan nodded, and said casually, "Almost, before my old men left, they made one and a half packs a day, but the people in their early thirties disappeared."

After finishing speaking, she looked at the driver and asked curiously, "Master, I think you are forty or fifty years old, right?"

The master laughed and said, "I... I'm fifty-two..."

"Excellent." Ma Lan gave a thumbs up and said seriously: "You're good enough, you're good enough, if you grit your teeth and persist for more than ten years, you'll live twice as long as my husband."

The master's expression at this time was much uglier than crying.

At this time, Ma Lan couldn't help but sighed: "Actually, what's the point of living so long? My gentlemen left early and didn't have to worry about anything. Unlike me, who is both a father and a mother, sometimes I just Think about it, in fact, it would be better if the person who left was me, then I would die sooner and be reborn sooner, and leave sooner and be liberated.�

The master glanced at the shelf under the car's center console, and saw a pack of Jinling cigarettes inside, feeling mixed emotions.

Xiao Churan couldn't bear it anymore, so he patted the back of Ma Lan's seat and said angrily, "Mom! Why aren't you done yet!"

Ma Lan turned around and said with a sense of justice: "Churan, I am suppressing my longing and grief for your father and using your father's personal case to kindly remind this master to pay attention to his health. If he listens With these words, if you can quit smoking, even if you just smoke less in the future and live a few more years, do you think I have saved his life?"

As he said that, Ma Lan waved his hand: "Forget it, we didn't save his life, saving half or a quarter of his life, isn't it an exaggeration? People say that saving a life is better than building a seven-level pagoda , your mother, I am accumulating some virtue for myself, right?"

Xiao Churan asked her angrily: "Then what about my dad? Are you not afraid of harming your virtue when you say that about my dad?"

Ma Lan said seriously: "He's dead, what can I say?" JrNovels.com