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

He Tongxun's soul asked, which embarrassed He Liangxi.

I even forgot about the pain in my knees and felt a little blushing.

"Because..." He Liangxi pondered for a moment and said. "You are my dad."

If you are a son, you are not afraid. How can you embarrass me if you are a son?

"He also has a father." He Tongxun said calmly.

"Isn't his father dead?" Of course He Liangxi had investigated Zhang Ruoyu's family background.

As the saying goes, know yourself and the enemy and you will be victorious in any battle...

"Zhang Xiangbei also said that he is dead." He Tongxun frowned. "Is he dead?"

"This family is all liars." He Liangxi took a deep breath.

Then he asked a very sensitive question: "Is his dad great?"

He Tongxun was silent after hearing this.

After a long time, he said calmly: "It's pretty awesome."

"Compared with you?" He Liangxi asked offensively.

"Why are you one hundred thousand?" He Tongxun frowned, as if he was irritated.

"I'm just curious..." He Liangxi said humbly.

"Curiosity killed the cat." He Tongxun said coldly.

He Liangxi was a little persistent.

He lit a cigarette, pursed his lips and said: "Zhang Xiangbei is the God of War in Beimang. You were also the King of the North back then. If it weren't for the lack of publicity channels, your reputation would not be lower than his."

After so much preparation, He Liangxi said word by word: "Dad, which one is stronger, the King of the North or the God of War of Beimang?"

When He Tongxun heard this, he looked deeply at his stubborn son: "They are all better than you."

He Liangxi was shocked.

I feel like my father is taking revenge on me and punishing me.

This taste is very bad.

"But he has retired." He Liangxi said calmly. "It's been half a year since I retired. And you are still in a high position."

"As long as it is properly kept, the body will still be hot even if it has been dead for half a year." He Tongxun also lit a cigarette, with a cold look in his dark eyes.

He Liangxi opened his mouth and wanted to say more.

He Tongxun looked impatient: "Can you stop asking? This will make you look like a retard."

"All right…"

He Liangxi put out his cigarette and touched his injured knee: "I'm just a little unwilling."

Hearing what his son said, He Tongxun's expression darkened, and a surge of rage surged in his body.

After a long while, he said calmly: "I'm not willing to do it either."

Hearing this, He Liangxi felt that her father had sympathized with her and was infected by her. She pursed her lips and said, "Really? When did our He family suffer such injustice?"

He Tongxun looked ashen and said: "The son of the old Zhang family has no father or mother since he was a child, and was brought up by a little girl who is five years older. How can he become Zhang Xiangbei and become famous all over the world?"

"I, the son of He Tongxun, have had no worries about food and clothing since childhood. I have been given whatever I want. At a young age, I can enter and leave the wall at will."

He Tongxun said coldly: "But why do you make such a fool of yourself and achieve nothing?"

He Liangxi suddenly realized what he said.

It turned out that my father was unwilling because of this.

It's completely different from being unwilling to accept it...

"Fortunately, I am more than just your son." He Tongxun said meaningfully. "Otherwise, I really don't know how to persist in the future."

"..."

He Liangxi was flustered and gritted his teeth and said, "Dad, I'm not as bad as you think."

"Yes." He Tongxun said coldly. "You are worse than I thought."

He Tongxun stood up and glanced at his son lightly: "Take good care of your injuries and work hard to recover. Your brain is not good and your body must be strong, otherwise you will not be competitive in moving bricks in the future."

He Liangxi sent his father off respectfully, feeling very depressed and his face gloomy.

My father's main specialty is a cold humor, venomous mouth, and unpleasant words.

Over the years, he has become accustomed to it.

He will not be depressed just because his father scolded him or ridiculed him.

How can I not scold my son?

How could my son get angry after being scolded by me?

The main character of the He family is that the father is kind and the son is filial, and he talks about everything.

The family atmosphere has always been harmonious.

At least that's what He Liangxi thinks.

……

Zhang Ruoyu led the little old lady into his big villa.

He made the bed himself and prepared a change of clothes.

The old lady was sitting in General Zhang's living room receiving guests.

No one dares to visit a dead ghost, but the living old lady is the boss, superior, and old friend of the neighbors in Longqian Villa.

When old friends come, of course they should be given a warm welcome.

From time to time, laughter and laughter could be heard downstairs, and it was a joyful atmosphere.

However, Xuebao was upstairs with Brother Zhang, making the mattress, and apologizing for Brother Zhang's injustice.

"Brother Zhang, does this little old lady really regard our house as her own?" Xuebao curled his lips. "It's already 02:30 in the morning. Is this going to be endless?"

Zhang Ruoyu made the bed, leaned against the window and lit a cigarette: "I think it's a bit too much."

"Really? I just went downstairs and took a peek. It was a smoky place, a wine pool and a forest of meat. It almost suffocated me to death." Xuebao curled his lips. "Don't we have to clean it up tomorrow?"

"Bear with it." Zhang Ruoyu sighed. "Their old guys are more innocent and nostalgic than us."

"I can be pure, I can also be nostalgic." Xuebao raised his eyebrows, walked up to Brother Zhang, raised his red lips, hooked Brother Zhang's neck, and breathed like a blue. "Brother Zhang, it's a beautiful day tonight, the moon is bright and the stars are sparse. Can we have a small meeting?"