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

It was already noon when I woke up.

Just having a few dishes and a bowl of porridge with Xuebao was considered a meal.

"Brother Zhang, when are you going back to Binhai?" Xuebao was tired of staying in the capital, and his nature was suppressed. He wanted to go back to Binhai and be her snake and scorpion queen.

"I'll leave in a few days." Zhang Ruoyu brewed a pot of Dahongpao and sipped the tea leisurely. "There's something else."

"What's the matter?" Xuebao asked, dragging his snow-white chin.

"An ugly daughter-in-law always has to see her father-in-law." Zhang Ruoyu said with a smile. "Pack it up and take you to see your father-in-law."

"Ah?" Xuebao's pretty face turned slightly pale and he was a little nervous.

My mother-in-law is like this.

Father-in-law, is it okay?

Moreover, Old Demon Han had secretly said hello to her before. If she had the chance to see her father-in-law in the future, she must pay close attention to his words. The old man seemed cynical, easy-going and generous, but in fact he was an executioner, a terrifying butcher who stained the city with blood.

"I'm not mentally prepared yet." Han Jiangxue muttered with red lips.

"What kind of mental preparation do you need to prepare for this? Bringing a box of hot girl orange slices will make you feel good. Two pieces of Lanlou will be interesting enough." Zhang Ruoyu said calmly. "Both of us are not in his glory, so we are not that particular."

"You can't say that." Han Jiangxue said solemnly. "After all, it's my first time coming to the door, so I must carefully prepare a gift."

After that, he asked Brother Zhang: "What does your dad like to eat?"

"I don't know." Zhang Ruoyu shook his head.

"What kind of wine does your dad like to drink?" Han Jiangxue asked again.

"I don't know." Zhang Ruoyu still shook his head.

"What are your usual hobbies?" Han Jiangxue asked tirelessly.

"I was only eight years old when he died." Zhang Ruoyu interrupted Han Jiangxue's questioning. "I don't know him or what he likes."

"You don't need to know this." Zhang Ruoyu shrugged. "I'm just taking you to meet a relative. You don't need to please him, nor do you need to fawn over him. You don't even need to care about what he thinks of you."

"Of course, I have no problem with how you want to treat him."

Zhang Ruoyu could clearly see Xuebao's nervousness.

Ma Meimei came out suddenly and didn't give Xuebao time to react. However, Xuebao was very humble during the whole relationship, which made Brother Zhang feel a little uncomfortable.

This time he said hello in advance because he didn't want Olaf to experience sweating profusely again.

"He's your father..." Han Jiangxue pursed her lips. "Of course I want to make Brother Zhang look good."

Zhang Ruoyu pinched Xuebao's beautiful face, raised the corners of his lips and said, "You have face, so I have face."

Xuebao's thoughts were confused for a while.

Start picking out gifts.

Brother Zhang doesn't pay attention to these things, but Xuebao, as an old and cunning businessman, certainly knows the importance of packaging.

Even if she is a femme fatale daughter-in-law, she still has to be packaged as a sweet and lovely young lady.

As an old man, the main thing is to save face.

After stuffing a car full of gifts and almost in time for dinner, the couple drove straight to their destination.

Because the prison could not be found on the map, Ma Meili abbreviated the address and taught Brother Zhang how to drive there.

At this point, Brother Zhang still ran the wrong way at two intersections.

It was already dark when we arrived at the prison.

"Is your father-in-law in jail?" Xuebao lay on the window and took a look, a little creepy.

"That's right." Zhang Ruoyu turned off the engine and got out of the car, teaching Xuebao who was doing big business. "You have to be careful when doing business. We won't do anything that violates the law or discipline, even if we kill you."

"I'll try my best..." Xuebao nodded guiltily.

Zhang Ruoyu rolled his eyes at Xuebao, carried the gift alone, and accompanied Xuebao to the prison.

The Eighteen Horsemen of Beimang stood outside the prison like towering mountain peaks.

Zhang Ruoyu's dark eyes swept over and felt the huge power wandering around their bodies.

With these 18 people guarding this prison, even gods cannot enter.

The eighteen riders also looked at Zhang Xiangbei intently.

The leader of the new generation in Beimang, the legendary God of War.

What is gratifying is that he is still the son of the leader.

This reunion between father and son lasted for 20 years.

The death of the leader could only be hidden from Zhang Ruoyu, but it was impossible to hide it from Zhang Xiangbei.

The leader didn't hide it either.

But in the past ten years in Beimang, he had never taken the initiative to investigate the cause of death or get to the bottom of it.

Don't care?

Or does it not matter?

Or maybe, to Zhang Xiangbei, his father's life or death is not important?

The estrangement between father and son seems to have arisen out of thin air after Zhang Ruoyu switched to Zhang Xiangbei, and it is still very deep.

Twenty years of missing and unexplained disappearances have destined the father and son to be unable to be kind and filial.

Two equally proud and powerful men both have difficulty bowing their heads.

"Good evening, mother-in-law."

Han Jiangxue, who was holding Brother Zhang's arm, saw Ma Meimei standing at the door of the prison, and immediately smiled sweetly, like a silly girl.

"Yes." Ma Meili nodded lightly, not very enthusiastically. Just when she was about to say something to her son, she was met with his cold eyes.

"What are you talking about? My wife is saying hello to you, what are you pretending to be? Your son is dead? Who can you show to me with your crying face?"

Ma Meimei felt a bad breath welling up in her heart, but she swallowed it forcefully.

Over the years, she has indeed been ashamed of her son.

Being scolded for being impatient with yourself is very reasonable.

"Good evening, Xuebao." Ma Meiliang forced herself to act cute. "The dress you are wearing is so beautiful. Can you send me a link on WeChat?"

Xuebao sneered, nodded quickly, and added WeChat at Ma Meili's request.

"Your dad has prepared wine and food. You two won't come home until you're drunk tonight." Ma Meili said cautiously.

There was no quarrel between her and her son.

But the gap between the old boy and this brat is not so easy to clear.

"I'm sorry." Zhang Ruoyu said calmly. "Is he inviting Zhang Ruoyu to drink tonight, or Zhang Xiangbei?"

"If it's the former, I haven't seen him in 20 years. What's he trying to do? Why doesn't he come out to pick me up?"

"if the latter one."

Zhang Ruoyu opened his thin lips slightly and said word by word: "Is he a higher level than me? Why don't you come out to pick him up?"

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PS: The third update will start tomorrow~