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

Old Demon Han glared at the woman, feeling that the eighth woman took the opportunity to curse again.

It's really unqualified to be such a big leader and open your mouth and shut up about your mother.

He poured himself another bowl of rice wine, and while stroking the skewers, he said, "It's all about the old man's calendar. It's useless to say more."

The woman said nothing and ate her midnight snack quietly.

"Are you wearing makeup?" Han Laomo asked abruptly after drinking several bowls of yellow urine.

The woman was stunned for a moment, as if she didn't expect Old Demon Han to play this trick.

"Can't change?" The woman was very stubborn.

"Of course." Han Laomo shrugged. "As women get older, their complexion will deteriorate, so it is reasonable to use makeup to cover up the blemishes."

A cold look flashed in the woman's eyes, but she didn't have an attack.

He glanced at Old Mo Han who was eating kidneys and said, "Eat more. In a few years, you won't be able to eat any more."

Old Demon Han twitched the corner of his mouth.

The kidney in my mouth immediately lost its flavor.

"I never thought you had such a bad mouth before." Han Laomo put down the stick and said firmly. "Fortunately, I stopped my losses in time."

The woman's face darkened, and she narrowed her eyes and said, "To each other."

"I knew back then that you were a coward, and you were only going to be tough once in your life."

The woman made another pun.

Angry, Old Demon Han almost broke his defense.

"You deserve to be the exterminator for the rest of your life. How can any man endure this with your bad mouth?" Han Laomo gritted his teeth.

"Which silly dog ​​was the one who praised me as a fairy who descended to earth, with unparalleled temperament, and the poetry and calligraphy in my chest?" the woman said in a strange tone. "What kind of stupid dog said that marrying me is just because smoke is rising from the ancestral graves?"

"That's because I was young, ignorant and blind." Han Laomo said in a deep voice.

"Oh."

The woman picked up the rice wine and took a sip, and said indifferently: "Now that I'm old, what's the use of just looking at me?"

Old Demon Han took a deep breath of cold air.

Continue to skewer.

Is this eighth lady coming to Binhai just to start a fight?

The two ate for a while, and Han Laomo restrained the love and hatred that had been suppressed for decades.

He found out.

This eighth-grandmother's mouth is worse than before, and it's also poisonous.

You can't get the upper hand at all by talking nonsense.

Occasionally meeting the woman's gaze, Old Demon Han murmured at the corner of his lips and asked tentatively: "What on earth are you doing in Binhai?"

"What is your identity?" the woman asked. "Do I need to report to you?"

Old Demon Han was furious and gritted his teeth and said: "Time is really a butcher's knife, and it turned a well-educated young lady from a well-educated family into a vicious woman."

The woman tilted her head slightly and stared straight at Old Mo Han: "You're not much better either."

"Hair is gray."

"My eyes are dazzled."

"He smells like daddy all over his body."

"In a few years, he will have a hunchback and he will look like a rotten old man."

Old Demon Han was startled.

This time he didn't talk back.

This emotional farce has been going on for nearly 30 years.

It involves a wide range of people and has many participants.

Looking at the big guys in Yanjing City, how many of them were not witnesses back then?

"No more arguing." Old Mo Han lit a cigarette, a look of sadness flashed in his dark eyes.

"Who quarreled with you?" the woman asked. "Aren't you a bitch?"

A hint of bitterness appeared on the corners of Old Demon Han's lips.

No one can explain the past events clearly in a few words.

Public and private, all the grudges and resentments are mixed in it, and even if it takes another 30 years, it may not be able to be sorted out.

"She's not coming to Beijing anymore?" the woman changed the topic and asked calmly.

"That's what she said." Old Mo Han raised his eyebrows and said.

"You didn't persuade her either?" the woman asked again.

"How old is she? She's already married and has a family. How can I persuade her?" Han Laomo frowned.

"If she had been with me since she was a child, she wouldn't be as careless as she is now." The woman seemed a little unhappy and did not agree with the way Han Laomo educated Han Jiangxue.

"Why don't you do a serious job? Do you have to be like you to call it a serious job? Can't you just be a big girl and talk about love and support your husband and raise your children?" Han Laomo was also a little unhappy. "Besides, you didn't want her back then. If I hadn't forced you to give birth, you would have dared to have an abortion behind my back!"

If we say that the previous mutual hostility had an element of grudge.

So the anger shown by Old Demon Han at this moment was really angry.

Eyes are red.

The woman looked at Old Demon Han's fierce reaction, and a look of indifference appeared on her eyebrows: "I can give birth to the child in my belly if I want, and beat it if I want."

"You didn't fucking want her back then, so don't do it here now! What do I want to teach her to be like, and what does it have to do with you?" Old Demon Han stared angrily.

"I'm only two months pregnant, and it's still an embryo." The woman looked a little cold-blooded. "For her, you gave up your future and your marriage, and offended everyone. In Yanjing City, you were reduced to a street rat, and everyone shouted for beatings."

For the sake of the child who was only two months pregnant, Han Laomo even gave up on her.

In all film and television dramas and works of art, when faced with the difficult choice of keeping a child and a child, all men will choose to keep a child alive.

But Han Laomo chose to remain a child.

He gave up on her.

gave up on their love.

Even giving up on himself.

He could have called the wind and rain in the capital and controlled the thunder and lightning.

Based on the Han family's reputation back then and their terrifying background.

He could have climbed to the top and climbed to the top.

He gave up all this just for the two-month-old embryo in her belly.

In his heart, this baby who has not yet grown up in his belly is more important than the mother who gave birth to her in ten months of pregnancy.

On the eve of giving birth, she asked him calmly and desperately: "Are all the things put together not as important as a two-month-old embryo?"

Family, career, love, and even the future are not as important as this unformed baby?

This man, who sat beside the bed and had been with her for ten months, was so stressed every day that he seemed to have aged ten years overnight. However, his thin lips were slightly opened and he smiled very tiredly: "That night, I was very happy. When the baby is born, he will be as beautiful as you."