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

Ma Jiangshan, oh no, Ma Meili warmly invited the little old lady into her prison cell to drink tea. She opened the curtains, revealing a very wide floor-to-ceiling window. The sofa also has a massage effect, which is very particular.

Mrs. Han took a cup of authentic Dahongpao, looked around a few times, and sighed: "Although your sparrow is small, it has all the internal organs. It is even more luxurious than my bedroom in Binhai."

"Let's make do with it." Ma Meiliang sat on the gaming chair, holding a cup of rich Dahongpao and taking a sip. "It's not even good."

Ma Meili was usually unruly in prison, but when faced with Mrs. Han, she was still respectful and did everything she could to pour tea and water.

Mrs. Han pondered for a moment and said slowly: "You are so young, you can't live here forever, right?"

Hearing this, Ma Meiliang murmured slightly: "Who says it's not the case? But you know that in our family, men have always been in charge."

"I came here this time just to talk to him." Mrs. Han said meaningfully. "There are some things going on outside, and it's up to you, the man, to take charge of the overall situation."

Ma Meimei was a little excited, but soon faded.

He said with a sad face: "Over the years, I don't know how many groups of people have come to look for him, but it's no use. People regard power and wealth as dirt. They would rather stay here in the corner than go out and become a master."

"Why didn't you persuade him?" Mrs. Han sighed.

"I persuaded you, I persuade you every year." Ma Meiliang raised her eyebrows. "I can work hard. I make rude requests every day, and I almost turned this prison into a five-star hotel. But as long as I ask, no matter how outrageous the request is, people will agree to it. As long as he doesn't go out, let him Whatever you do.”

"You man, are you afraid of society?" Old Mrs. Han said loudly.

Hearing this, Ma Meiliang asked, "Are you talking about social phobia or social phobia?"

Mrs. Han was stunned for a moment, thinking that Queen Ma was a little naughty.

That guy can still be afraid of society?

Of course they are social terrorists.

After chatting for a while, Queen Ma was bossing around and hitting hard, but as long as it was related to Lao Zhang, she was submissive, humble as dust, and did not dare to take any initiative.

It can be seen that Queen Ma's family status is not as high as imagined.

At home with Xuebao, it's basically a [-]-[-] split.

After drinking tea, there was a steady and familiar sound of footsteps in the corridor.

The two women looked at the man at the end of the corridor at the same time.

He was wearing a handsome correctional uniform, his hair was neatly combed, and he had sprayed on gel cream, making him look smooth and smooth.

He had a rubber roller pinned to his waist, a cigarette hanging from the corner of his mouth, his hands in his pockets, and an exaggerated figure gait.

From time to time, he would nod and say hello to the sexy female prisoners in the prison, and he could not extricate himself from the sweet sounds of Brother Zhang.

"You brat." Mrs. Han raised the corners of her mouth and cursed with a smile. "The same virtue as before."

Ma Meiliang lay next to the little old lady and muttered: "It's even more outrageous than before. He calls this old lady coquettishness."

"6." Mrs. Han surfs intensively and uses the same set of words on the Internet, which is sly.

"9." Ma Niannian commented.

Her surfing intensity is higher than that of Mrs. Han. After all, she is a young person, energetic and resistant.

"Little old lady, you didn't even say hello in advance when you came. Do you want to catch me off guard?" The male correctional officer took out a hard-packed red river from his pocket and threw one to the little old lady.

"You still smoke this?" Mrs. Han took the cigarette, put it to the tip of her nose and sniffed.

It tastes really rough.

"It's cheap." The male correctional officer entered the prison and said seriously. "My daughter-in-law smokes and drinks. As a mature husband, of course I have to spend money wisely."

pat.

While the male guard was talking, Ma Meili lit a flower stick and took a sip happily.

The male guard's eyes turned red with greed.

Seeing the two couples having fun, Mrs. Han smiled broadly, but in an instant, her face darkened and she said slowly: "How about it? I've come in person, can you give me some face? Or give me some time to go out?"

Hearing this, the male guard asked, "Little old lady, I have a presumptuous question. I don't know if I should ask it or not."

"You ask." The little old lady shrugged. "I tell you everything I know."

"Are you so proud of me here?" The male correctional officer rolled his eyes.

"Your mother..."

The little old lady was impatient.

I almost got up and went to pick out the male guard's hair.

Seeing this, Ma Meiliang quickly smoothed things over and explained: "Don't take it to heart. What kind of virtues does this guy have that you don't understand yet? He is famous for his bad mouth and no one likes to listen to what he says."

"But it's true." The little old lady sighed. "I'm an old man. I really don't have much face here."

"No, you misunderstood." The male guard shook his head and said. "I'm not targeting you alone."

"In this military department right now, no matter if it's an 80-year-old old man or a 70-year-old immortal, no matter who he is, I have no face at all." The male guard exhaled thick smoke and said calmly.

"Then you plan to stay in this shabby prison for the rest of your life?" How could Mrs. Han not understand the temper of this bastard?

"Little old lady, you also said that this is a prison." The male correctional officer flicked the ashes from his cigarette and curled his lips. "Who is a decent person who wants to stay in jail every day?"

"Why don't you leave if you don't want to stay?" The little old lady rolled her eyes.

"What do you mean you don't want to leave? Are you blaming me? If you guys were more respectable, I would have left a long time ago. I have left a hundred times!" the male guard said dissatisfied.

Mrs. Han narrowed her eyes slightly. She didn't want to mention the past, and she couldn't.

"In Brother Zhang's eyes, who has such dignity? I will carry him over to ask you to be released from prison." Old Mrs. Han asked.

The male guard put out his cigarette and said casually: "In the past 30 years of the Chinese Military Department, there is only one Zhang Xiangbei. I think he is quite to my liking, and he has a bit of my style back then."

"It's a pity that he died too early. Otherwise, if he asked me to go out for a drink, I would definitely give him face." The male guard said with an arrogant expression.

Mrs. Han narrowed her eyes and said, "Let alone Zhang Xiangbei's death, even if he is alive, he may not think highly of you, a person who relies on his old age to show off his old age."

"What did I say?"

The male guard became anxious and glared at Ma Meimei: "I just said I won't go out. If I go out, I will be slapped by that kid. Am I shameless? Shameless? When I go out in the future, someone will drag me and introduce me. Look, this old man Guy, Zhang Xiangbei’s father is so damn smokey from his mother’s ancestral grave that he could have given birth to such a son.”

The male guard stood up and cursed as he walked out of the prison: "I will die here in my life! I swear to the death that I will not suffer this injustice!"

When Mrs. Han heard this, there was a smile on her lips.

I finally know when this guy is willing to go out.

When Zhang Xiangbei was resurrected and reborn, and he was willing to treat him to a drink, he came out.

After the male guard left, Ma Meili secretly gave the male guard's pension card to Mrs. Han.

"He said this is tea money for your granddaughter's daughter-in-law. Please don't be too little for your granddaughter. Her father-in-law