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

At the dinner table, Mu Wushuang's expression was a little strange. She looked at Han Jiangxue who had changed into home clothes and her black hair was simply tied up. She felt a little ashamed inside.

She originally thought that this unruly young lady named Han would make a lot of money by marrying brother Ruoyu.

But when he thought about getting married to his brother Ruoyu, he would have to wash and cook at home every day and do housework without complaint.

She also felt that marrying brother Ruoyu seemed different from the imagined general's wife.

Oh no, it's a huge difference.

Mu Wushuang was so old that she was a little afraid of marriage.

If you are like this even when you marry brother Ruoyu, how will you live your life if you marry another man...

Han Jiangxue gave the largest piece of braised pork to Zhang Ruoyu and the second largest piece to Mu Wushuang. She just put a piece of braised pork on the edge of the meat plate that was so small that it was difficult to pick it up with chopsticks, and she ate it with gusto...

Mu Wushuang ate this dinner with dumbfounded eyes, not to mention how unpleasant it was.

She was the little princess of Beimang. She couldn't imagine that after getting married, she would have to wash and cook at home, and would have to work as a cow and horse for her husband's relatives and friends, serving tea and water.

It is difficult for Mu Wushuang, who has been pampered since childhood, to accept this kind of life.

The look in his eyes when he looked at Brother Ruoyu changed from yearning, admiration, and admiration to abandonment.

She wants to seal her heart and forget about love.

She no longer wants to be the general's wife.

She didn't understand why marriage was described as a wall in the book before, but now, she still doesn't understand why it is only described as a wall.

This is a fucking prison.

After eating and drinking enough, Han Jiangxue left the table early and brought Dahongpao and a fresh-cut fruit plate. She virtuously carried the plate back to the kitchen to wash the dishes.

He also placed a clean ashtray on the coffee table for Brother Ruoyu to smoke.

Mu Wushuang's heart went cold.

In the past, she occasionally went to brother Ruoyu's dormitory to help him make his bed and wash his smelly socks. She was quite proud of it, pleased with herself, and touched herself.

I feel that I am super gentle and virtuous, and I will definitely be Brother Ruoyu’s virtuous wife in the future.

But for her, it happens once a month at most, or even once every two months.

How could she have the willpower to wash herself every day? Wouldn't she be a maid?

If you wash too much, your hands will become calloused and rough...

"Sister-in-law, please take a break while I wash the dishes." Mu Wushuang wanted to do something for the man in her heart before breaking up with her brother Ruoyu, even if she just washed the dishes once.

Han Jiangxue shook her head and refused, but Zhang Ruoyu pulled her and sat on the sofa: "You take a break and let this girl do some work. She is not that delicate."

"Yes."

Mu Wushuang grew up in Beimang. Although she was pampered and spoiled and lived like a little princess, Beimang had a tough style and she was not so pretentious.

Although I don't want to do those rough chores every day, I can handle it once in a while.

I washed the mountains of dishes, cleaned the stove, and finally rinsed away the oil stains on the range hood.

Although the work is not much, if you do it carefully, more than half an hour will pass, and your hands will be sticky and oily, which is very uncomfortable.

After finishing her work, she worked hard to the end, carried a few bags of garbage downstairs and threw them away. Mu Wushuang, who had not eaten much, felt a little hungry again...

When I returned to the house, I saw brother Ruoyu and Han Jiangxue sitting quietly and casually on the sofa watching TV. They were still watching the kind of ancient puppet show that Mu Wushuang was too childish for when he was 13 years old.

She was completely stupid.

How to live such a boring and ordinary life...

Cook your own meals, do your own housework, wash your own clothes, go to bed on time at night, and go to work on time in the morning.

Mu Wushuang secretly sat on the pony, and secretly glanced at Han Jiangxue, whose family was invincible: "Sister-in-law, I was joking with you before, don't take it seriously..."

Han Jiangxue's pretty face was calm and she smiled and said, "Sister-in-law is not that stingy."

"Brother..." Mu Wushuang pursed her red lips, feeling a little reluctant and a little scared.

Fortunately, I didn't marry brother Ruoyu. Otherwise, I wouldn't have been able to survive for at least three months...

She even looked at brother Ruoyu sitting on the sofa like an ordinary housewife, with his legs raised, and she didn't like him as much as she did in Beimang.

Isn't this a very ordinary man...

"Huh?" Old God Zhang Ruoyu picked up the tea cup and took a sip. He grinned in amusement when he saw the male and female protagonists flirting on TV.

So low-level...

"Actually, when I came to Binhai this time, in addition to visiting you, grandpa also assigned me a task." Mu Wushuang tried.

"What mission?" Zhang Ruoyu put down his tea cup and asked calmly.

"Didn't Beimang organize the Xiangbei Cup? Grandpa means that if you can attend the award ceremony, the value of the Xiangbei Cup will be high." Mu Wushuang said cautiously. "Grandpa said, you can also give awards in secret. Anyway, you are already conferring medals on the ten war gods in Longqian Villa. It would be a bit biased if you don't attend our own awards ceremony in Beimang."

"Xiangbei Cup?" Zhang Ruoyu frowned. "Childish, low-level."

"There are tens of thousands of participants in Beimang, and many military leaders are present. They want to learn from Beimang's advanced concepts." Mu Wushuang encouraged. "Grandpa always feels that it would be a shame if you didn't come. Brother Long Fei thinks the same way."

"I won't go." Zhang Ruoyu said calmly. "I have this skill, why not..."

Before he finished speaking, he frowned.

"Why are you pinching me?" Zhang Ruoyu rolled his eyes at Xuebao.

"Xiaodong participated. He said he had entered the finals." Han Jiangxue's red lips parted slightly.

"Oh." Zhang Ruoyu looked back at Mu Wushuang without even thinking about it. "I go."