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

Everyone left General Zhang’s cemetery one after another.

Some people were so scared that their hands and feet were numb, and some people were sweating profusely.

There are also some bold people who are curious about Zhang Ruoyu's identity in Beimang, and even ask someone to check it out.

It is impossible for a simple Beimang cook to give enough face to even the big boss of the Dragon Soul Group.

Zhong Hao left without a soul.

Guo Zhengzhong was carried into the hospital again.

His stomach was burning, and he suspected that he had been kicked and had internal bleeding...

General Shen stood not far away and was stunned.

Hesitant to go up and say hello.

She will go back to Beijing tomorrow night. The next time she comes to Binhai, she doesn't know whether it will be the Year of the Monkey or the Horse.

she thinks…

Take a photo with General Zhang!

But considering the discipline, considering that my best friend may think too much.

Think about it.

"Old Han, let's go!"

General Shen waved his hand and led his men to leave.

In order to avoid suspicion, he didn't even say hello to General Zhang.

People were gone.

Zhang Ruoyu just sat next to the tombstone and smoked, his eyes deep and thoughtful.

Han Jiangxue took a peek and felt that Brother Zhang was very manly at this moment.

The sad beard, the deep eyes, and the thin, foul mouth...

Mr. Han thought for a while and sat down next to the tombstone in a very shameless manner.

"Brother Zhang, they are all gone." Xuebao tilted his head, his tone slightly coaxing and sweet.

"Yes." Zhang Ruoyu exhaled thick smoke and nodded lightly.

"If you're sorry..."

Xuebao blinked and pouted: "Shall I help you get the Dragon Soul Token?"

"A real man spits on you and returns it to General Zhang. How can he go back on his promise?" Brother Zhang raised his eyebrows and curled his lips. "Mr. Han, do you want to trap me into injustice?"

"Just keep it in mind." Mr. Han said with relief. "It's not appropriate to place it on General Zhang's monument, in case someone steals it..."

"This thing isn't even worth a few dollars per pound." Zhang Ruoyu said as he saw Xuebao getting closer and closer, and put out his cigarette. "No one will care."

"Besides, it's not like this cemetery doesn't have security patrols."

"Just keep it on the monument?" Mr. Han asked doubtfully.

"Go back and find the person in charge of the cemetery to put it into the monument." Zhang Ruoyu said calmly. "Prevent tourists from passing by."

"Good idea." Mr. Han held his chin, looked back at General Zhang's tombstone, and then at Brother Zhang, lost in thought.

"I'm just a little worried that someone will trouble you next time..."

"I still have my dad's." Zhang Ruoyu took out another Dragon Soul Token like magic. "I have the right to inherit this piece of land, and no one can take it away."

After a pause, Zhang Ruoyu said word by word: "I even want to find a skilled blacksmith to erase the father on this sign."

"Would that be illegal?" Mr. Han hesitated.

"The brave ones will be starved to death, and the timid ones will be starved to death." Zhang Ruoyu said in a deep voice. "As the saying goes, wealth can be found in danger."

"It's a bit too risky." Mr. Han was worried. "It would be too embarrassing to be reported..."

"Forget it." Zhang Ruoyu patted his butt and stood up. "go home."

on the way home.

Mr. Han kept peeking at Brother Zhang, thinking a lot and summarizing a lot.

Let’s talk about the little old lady first. She usually dotes on Brother Zhang so much that even Mr. Han is jealous. He is so jealous that he doubts whether she is the little old lady’s precious granddaughter.

But every time Brother Zhang was in trouble, he almost pissed himself with fear, but this little old lady never took it seriously.

Especially tonight, the battle is so big that even the unit that produces the Dragon Soul Token is talking about it.

The little old lady still didn't care, and even said lightly: Your brother Zhang is very bad.

As a result, the very cool Brother Zhang solved this troublesome problem with just one phone call.

An ordinary cook in Beimang?Mr. Han didn’t believe it.

The clever Xuebao suspects that Brother Zhang has other identities.

"Brother Zhang." Xuebao pursed his lips and glanced at Brother Zhang.

"Huh?" Zhang Ruoyu drove the car with a calm look on his face, and even a little bit of relief in his eyes.

With so many things going on tonight, it would be silly for Olaf not to suspect anything at all.

Brother Zhang will carefully consider the issues of the next generation.

Brother Zhang, who prides himself on being a fool, cannot accept it.

"Should husband and wife be honest with each other?" Xuebao whispered with red lips. "You spent the night at Han's house those days, and you even saw photos of me wearing crotchless pants when I was a child."

"I have no reservations about you."

"Your thighs were a little thick when you were a kid." Zhang Ruoyu said seriously.

"That's baby fat." Mr. Han argued.

"Oh." Zhang Ruoyu said calmly.

"Should you also be honest with me?" Mr. Han glanced sideways at Brother Zhang.

"Okay." Zhang Ruoyu opened his thin lips slightly and wrote lightly. "To be honest, I am Zhang Xiangbei."

Han Jiangxue's clenching heart and dangling butt suddenly sank again.

what?

Mr. Han is very dissatisfied. The atmosphere has reached this point. Are you telling me this?Do I look like I'm kidding you?

"Mr. Han, what's in your eyes?" Brother Zhang was a little unhappy. "Can you stop looking at me like an idiot?"

"Don't do to others what you don't want others to do to you," Mr. Han said flatly.

Brother Zhang stepped on the brake and parked the car on the side of the road.

Then he turned his head and stared at Xuebao with his dark eyes.

"Look carefully." Brother Zhang leaned forward, almost cheek to cheek with Xuebao.

"What are you looking at?" Mr. Han pretended to be arrogant, but his heartbeat was a little fast.

"Look at my eyes." Brother Zhang said solemnly.

"There's quite a lot of bloodshot eyes, and you haven't had a good rest recently?" Mr. Han frowned.

"What are you talking about?" Brother Zhang said angrily. "Don't you think General Zhang and I have exactly the same look in our eyes?"

"Brother Zhang, are you done?" Mr. Han said dissatisfied. "If you don't want to say it, I won't force you. It's okay to keep some space between husband and wife. I still have this pattern."

"Then take a closer look at my profile, especially my mandible and earlobes." Zhang Ruoyu tilted his head, a little anxious. "Can't you see that I am Zhang Xiangbei?"

"Okay, Brother Zhang." Mr. Han pushed Brother Zhang away and said dissatisfied. "If you keep doing this, I'm going to be angry!"

Zhang Ruoyu almost cursed his mother.

Compared to others, he would like to hide his identity in his crotch.

But this silly girl, no matter how she explains, she doesn't believe it.

Could it be that he is favored but has no brains?

"Okay." Zhang Ruoyu sighed, restarted the car, and thoughtfully explained Xuebao's doubts, fearing that her inner order would collapse and she would not be able to make consistent logic. "My dad took me to meet many of his old comrades, and Dong Shijin was one of them."

"I'll just say it." Mr. Han said calmly, and the science student's logic was completely smoothed out.

If this didn't go her way, she could kill herself tonight.

Seeing Mr. Han's satisfied look, Brother Zhang secretly swore that if he reveals his identity to this bitch again, he will be a dog!

After returning home, Zhang Ruoyu went to take a shower angrily.

Mr. Han lay on the bed and secretly sent a WeChat message to the little old lady: "Hey, wake up quickly. Brother Zhang just told me that he is Zhang Xiangbei."

"Then you married a ghost? Sleep with a ghost every day?" the little old lady replied instantly. "Damn Xuebao, do you want to scare me to death, or yourself?"

Before Xuebao could reply, the little old lady sent another message: "You don't believe it, do you?"

"Am I stupid? Can I believe this?"

To prove his wisdom, Mr. Han made up another story: "When Brother Zhang told me this, we were standing next to General Zhang's tombstone."

"Then what ghost stories are you telling me in the middle of the night? How many times have I told you that my inheritance will be yours from now on, why are you anxious?"

Mr. Han pouted and was about to reply to WeChat.

The sound of a red washbasin falling to the floor came from the bathroom. Mr. Han's face turned pale with fright, his delicate body trembled, and he almost died.

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PS: 2 updates will continue in the next 3 days, brothers and sisters, please remind me~