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

On the way home, Han Jiangxue stretched out her hand to touch the wind and taste it carefully.

Holding the steering wheel with one hand, she looks like a coastal lady.

Zhang Ruoyu, who was sitting aside, looked like a wronged little daughter-in-law, hiding in the corner and shivering.

"Brother Zhang, if you encounter this kind of trouble in the future, just report my name directly." Han Jiangxue's red lips turned up, looking very arrogant. "In Binhai, mention my name so it's helpful."

Zhang Ruoyu glanced sideways at Mr. Han, this girl is indeed a bit fierce.

My old cousin didn't even give me any face, he just did what he said.

It seems that she has no good impression of the royal family or her mother's family at all.

Lighting a cigarette coolly, Brother Zhang tilted his head and blew smoke out the window: "I know."

"good."

Mr. Han changed his hand to drive and touched Brother Zhang's head lovingly: "Sister, I love you."

Brother Zhang pushed Xuebao's dirty little hand away with a look of disgust on his face.

But Mr. Han smiled more and more obscenely and looked at Brother Zhang in a rogue manner: "Are you shy?"

"The shyer you are, the more excited I am."

under the night sky.

Olaf gave out a devilish smile.

……

Han family.

Han Laomo ate a large bowl of noodles and smoothed his messy hair after eating the noodles: "The pickles are salty."

pat.

Old Devil Han lit a cigarette and crossed his legs.

In the Han family without Xuebao, he was used to being a bully.

Mrs. Han took out a cigarette from Lao Mo Han's cigarette case and just threw it into her mouth. Lao Mo Han bent over and raised his buttocks to light the cigarette for Lao Foye.

Xuebao is not at home, and the little old lady is also very crazy and unscrupulous.

The mother and son were facing each other, holding cigarettes in their mouths and skillfully flicking the ashes. It was very pleasant.

"You're so salty, it's because your taste is weak." The little old lady exhaled thick smoke and gave Han Laomo a white look. "Every time my Ruoyu comes to eat, he has to eat one plate per person and pack two portions to take home."

"He comes from Beimang. He usually consumes a lot of energy and sweats a lot. Of course he eats salty food. How can I compare with him?" Han Laomo seemed to have a temper when he mentioned the cook's son-in-law.

"You really can't compare to my Ruoyu." The little old lady glanced at Old Mo Han with squinted eyes. "What is his identity, and what is your status?"

"A black-hearted businessman would have been a low-class businessman in ancient times." Mrs. Han has a well-established foundation and is full of meritorious deeds.

How can you look down on Old Demon Han who is just doing evil things?

"No matter how awesome he is, he still has to call me daddy." Han Laomo curled his lips. "Do you really think of yourself as a dish?"

"Then you should let him shout." The little old lady said proudly. "Anyway, Ruoyu called me grandma."

"Look at you, you look like you have never seen the world." Han Laomo shrugged. "Isn't he just a young general? How many generals have you seen in your life? Aren't you a retired female general yourself?"

"Not to mention, there are really not many people I know who are not generals. Your father is, my mother is, Xiaodong will definitely become a general in the future, your son-in-law is, and your daughter is also the general's wife."

Mrs. Han put out her cigarette and looked her baby son up and down: "You are just a waste, you are nothing."

Han Laomo twitched the corner of his mouth: "Mom, I finally got Xuebao's approval to stay at home overnight. Can you please stop disgusting me?"

"Okay." The little old lady looked her son up and down. "Why can't you hold back this time? The city is so shallow? Your concentration is so weak?"

"It's not for the sake of killing Xuebao!" Old Demon Han frowned. "That damn cook couldn't hold it in for only half a year. He's so damn stupid. My Xuebao is originally simple, childish and kind-hearted. When he blew himself up, how could Xuebao be able to bear this? He felt inferior on the spot and lost his confidence. I always feel like I’m superior to someone named Zhang.”

"If I don't show some courage, will she still have a say in the family in the future? How dare she gasp loudly?" Han Laomo said word by word. "As soon as I heard that Xuebao was worried about gains and losses at home while I was thousands of miles away, I felt very sad."

The little old lady glared at her son: "Are you stupid? Worrying about gains and losses is also a sentiment, a lubricant that enhances feelings. Do you need to add fuel to the flames? You deserve to be a bachelor for the rest of your life. You don't even understand what a couple is. The fun of time.”

"You understand." Old Mo Han curled his lips. "You know the grass on my father's grave is two meters high."

"Hey, you little bastard!" The little old lady pinched Old Mo Han's ears, causing the Southern King to grin and beg for mercy.

"I'm giving you shame, right? Or have you made some bad money recently and lost it? How dare you talk to me like this?" The little old lady looked fierce.

"Mine." Old Demon Han surrendered and begged for mercy. "I won't dare to do it again."

The little old lady pulled Old Mo Han's ears hard, and then she calmed down: "Did the eighth lady come to see you?"

"Found it." Old Mo Han nodded and his face straightened. "I scolded her bloody and called her shameless."

"But you still gave her face, didn't you?" Mrs. Han took a deep look at her son.

Han Laomo curled his lips and said: "I, the dignified Han Laomo, am really as good as a few little brats whose hair has not grown evenly? Breaking my legs can be regarded as a small punishment."

"Good-for-nothing." The little old lady glared at Old Mo Han. "Except for the night with Xuebao, have you really been unable to get hard in front of her for the rest of your life?"

Old Demon Han twitched the corner of his mouth and said calmly: "Mom, you can't say that."

"Then what the hell do you want to say?" The little old lady was a little angry.

Old Demon Han lit a cigarette, his eyes wandering: "She is Xuebao's mother after all."

"I have never drunk my daughter-in-law's tea. I don't recognize this daughter-in-law." Mrs. Han had a tough attitude and a serious look in her eyes.

Old Demon Han hesitated for a moment and did not make any excuses.

Daughters-in-law and mother-in-law cannot pee in a pot. This is a problem left over from China's history for thousands of years.

Old Demon Han never thought of breaking the deadlock on his own.

He took a puff of cigarette and said thoughtfully: "Fortunately, both of Zhang's parents are dead. How much would my Xuebao have to suffer?"

"Fuck you!" Mrs. Han was furious. "You fucking cursed me to death?!"