In order to break off the engagement, I made CEO Bingshan cry.

The main table was silent.

This plot isn't right?

What about the reversal?

What about the moral kidnapping promised?

Look at the attitude of the old leader. If his confidants don't leave, he will kneel down and beg himself.

"Really go?"

A mature and steady confidant hesitated.

I'm afraid that the old leader is playing a trick, Mission Impossible.

"Get out!" Guo Qingtian couldn't bear it anymore and cursed loudly. "Get out of here!"

When everyone saw this, they suddenly dispersed like birds and beasts.

Even Guo Zhengzhong didn't dare to stay.

He seemed to vaguely see a gold medal on the dining table just now.

It is very similar to the two Dragon Soul Tokens in Zhang Ruoyu's hand, but it is much larger and the shape is more sophisticated.

Before leaving, he took a sneak peek at his grandfather's sweaty appearance, and Guo Zheng felt a little confused.

What do you mean?

Is that the third Dragon Soul Token?

Our old Guo family, have we stabbed the Dragon Soul Token Nest?

Guo Zhengzhong shuddered and decided to leave the hospital overnight and flee back to Yanjing, never to set foot in Binhai City again in his life.

Who are they?

It's a big deal, but it's such a big deal?Is this interesting?

After sending away his confidant and grandson, Guo Qingtian wiped the sweat from his forehead with a heartbroken expression: "That was definitely a misunderstanding——"

"Okay." Mrs. Han took back the Dragon Soul Order without leaving a trace and curled her lips. "Take your little brother and get out of here quickly, don't disturb the elegance of my birthday party."

"Yes, let's go now." Guo Qingtian stood up in a hurry, not daring to delay for a second.

Guo Qingtian, the dead Dragon Soul Order holder, dared to be so arrogant.

Living legend——

If he dares to jump around, it's hard to say whether the sky in Binhai is the same as him.

But the land by the seaside must be three feet ahead of him.

Before leaving, Guo Qingtian wiped his sweat, turned around, the fear faded from his face, looked at Old Mrs. Han with admiration, and said in a trembling voice: "Hello, Chief."

"Yes." Mrs. Han waved her hands lightly.

Guo Qingtian ran away in disgrace.

He had been a soldier for two years, and he was calling "chief" as a soldier.

A personal vendetta is a personal vendetta, and it can't be avenged anyway.

But if he took out China's first Dragon Soul Token to Old Lady Han, Guo Qingtian would have to give Old Lady Han absolute respect.

At Mrs. Han's age, she was able to get the first Dragon Soul Token. How many times did she have to go to the front line back then?How many tough battles were fought?

It can even be said that the reason why China has today's peace and prosperity.

Mrs. Han deserves the most credit and is a living martyr.

Guo Qingtian and his entourage came with dignity and left in disgrace.

Although the guests did not know how this negotiation progressed.

But one thing is certain, the sky on Binhai gradually changed from the shape of the Guo family to the shape of the Han family.

Lu Taisui, who didn't even dare to come to the birthday banquet for fear of getting angry, just lightly called himself the God of Gamblers after learning the news.

"Brother Zhang, have you seen it?"

Mr. Han glanced at Brother Zhang haughtily: "Who doesn't have a Dragon Soul Token yet?"

After saying that, he twisted his small waist to pee.

The heart is turbulent.

Why is the old lady so awesome?

That Brother Zhang is really a high-achieving CEO!

Zhang Ruoyu sat down with a strange expression and gave the little old lady a meaningful look.

The owner of the first Dragon Soul Token?

So how much does she know about her life experience?

"Little old lady." Brother Zhang said calmly. "What you do to me -"

"I don't know anything!" Mrs. Han shook her head like a rattle.

"How about I tell you?" Brother Zhang narrowed his eyes.

"I won't listen!" Old Mrs. Han said arrogantly. "I am old and forgetful. Even if you tell me, I will forget it immediately."

Zhang Ruoyu couldn't laugh or cry.

The unparalleled national warrior, the owner of the first Dragon Soul Token, is actually acting rogue here?

But it doesn't matter.

Brother Zhang's intention to protect the little old lady has nothing to do with her identity.

In his eyes, the little old lady is just the little old lady.

A kind little old lady who pampers herself to heaven.

Calculating it this way, it makes sense for the old ghost to say that the only person he admires in his life is the little old lady.

Who wouldn't admire such a heroine?

Guo Qingtian was kicked away, and the guests came forward to congratulate him on his birthday.

The look in the little old lady's eyes seemed to be looking at a god.

The little old lady was also very bold, holding a cup with boiled water pretending to be liquor and circling it.

I smacked my lips every time I took a sip, it seemed very spicy.

Brother Zhang and Mr. Han couldn't get a word in, so they simply slipped to an empty table next to them to eat.

Mr. Han didn't argue with Brother Zhang just because the little old lady took out a Dragon Soul Token.

The main reason is that I am afraid that Brother Zhang will feel inferior. After all, my father-in-law’s brand is in the style of little old ladies.

Men need to save face, and Mr. Han understands.

"What are the criteria for receiving the Dragon Soul Token?" Mr. Han gossiped. "Didn't you mention that Huaxia only produced four yuan in 40 years? Why does your father have it, and my grandma also has it? It doesn't seem to be very valuable."

Brother Zhang took a sip of white wine, narrowed his eyes and said, "How can a truly awesome person rely on such a brand to back him up? As soon as he shows his face, he will blow up the whole place."

"That's right." Mr. Han nodded thoughtfully and suddenly became angry. "Then why does your dad have it, my grandma has it, General Zhang has it, but you don't?"

"You have?" Zhang Ruoyu's face darkened.

Mr. Han curled his lips and glared at Brother Zhang.

My CEO comes from a prominent family, is as beautiful as a fairy, has lived in luxury since childhood, and spent money like water. Why do you want this thing?

Seeing Brother Zhang's incompetent and furious look, Mr. Han raised his red lips and used the spiritual victory method: I have you, Brother Zhang.