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

Listening to what Mr. Han said in an almost pleading tone, Zhang Ruoyu nuzzled her a few times and whispered: "Death? It is impossible to die in this life."

In order to give Mr. Han reassurance, Brother Zhang acted foolishly: "The one who can kill me is not even born yet."

Mr. Han likes Brother Zhang who speaks out loud.

But he is still worried about what happened tonight.

Originally, she was quite calm and believed in Brother Zhang.

But Zhao Changying kept chatting with her on WeChat, describing the situation inside the wall as dire and dire, and saying that even if she was inside the wall, she would have to keep her tail between her legs.

If you act even slightly, you may be tricked by a bunch of old foxes, who will scheming you down to the bone.

You can say it as scary as you want, as alarmist as you want. In the end, Zhao Changying even repeatedly emphasized that people in the wall always disappeared mysteriously and died suddenly at 02:30 in the strange morning.

What bad intentions could my father’s second wife have?

It's impossible for her to feel jealous and deliberately sow discord because she thinks she's married better than her and has a happier marriage than her, right?

Ding dong.

Mr. Han received a WeChat message from Zhao Changying.

"Is Xiao Zhang back? Let me tell you the truth. If he doesn't come back before dawn, you will definitely be a widow."

Zhao Changying posted another message: "What kind of environment in the wall can you understand better than me? One hundred people can stand up to 99 factions. I usually don't dare to speak loudly to people. Xiao Zhang made trouble there tonight because of I really don’t know what he thinks about the trivial matter of you being cheated on. He just pretends to be in that rural place in Binhai, and is he still addicted? Can he dance like this when he comes to Yanjing? "

"I put my words here. Sooner or later you will ask me for a pass to go in and collect his body."

Mr. Han was hesitant, not sure whether he should share Zhao Changying's thoughtful words with Brother Zhang.

He tilted his head and glanced at Brother Zhang, and said tentatively: "Brother Zhang, I have heard from many people that there are intrigues and intrigues within the walls. If you accidentally run into the wrong place and enter the wrong door, it may be a serious crime of beheading..."

"How many people have changed their names to Zhao Changying?" Zhang Ruoyu took off his shirt, revealing his muscular body, his hormones exploding.

Two "master duels" made his back feel a little wet.

"Huh?" Mr. Han was a little embarrassed when he saw through the ruse. "She's just one of them."

"Tell Xiao Zhao, don't ask about the leader's family if you have nothing to do. Behind the wall, I dare to say things she dare not do, and I dare to do things she dare not do."

"She follows the rules inside and walks on thin ice. I'm different. Inside, my rules are just the rules."

"Let her stop selling fear."

Mr. Han edited Brother Zhang's original words into text and sent it to Zhao Changying, who broke his guard on the spot.

A fine dining restaurant in Washington.

For the first time, Zhao Changying wore a lady's dress, put on exquisite makeup, and shook a month's salary of red wine in her hand. She threw her mobile phone to Han Laomo and said angrily: "Look what your daughter said to me!?"

"I was afraid that she would become a widow. She suspected me of being nosy, and she even used Zhang's surname to pressure me and beat me for not meddling in the leader's wife's affairs."

Zhao Changying was so angry that he drank the red wine in his hand.

Han Laomo read WeChat with a grin and said, "Actually, I sneaked in a few times while you were on a business trip."

"Huh?" Zhao Changying frowned.

"What you said is reasonable and not alarmist." Han Laomo took a sip of red wine, looking like a London gentleman. "But some things are subject to different opinions. Just like this expensive restaurant where one meal can eat up your salary for a year. If you come alone, of course you will be submissive. You don't dare to order this and you don't dare to ask for that. You are walking on thin ice and trembling. "

"I'm different. When did I come here without a reservation? When did I not only eat expensive food but not the right food?"

"Whatever you stand in, of course you say what you say. Xiao Zhang is higher than you in rank, more powerful than you, and more powerful than you. You have connections and backers. He himself has connections and backers."

"Actually..." Han Laomo grinned. "I appreciate what he said about my rules being rules."

"As long as it's not in that corner of China." Old Demon Han looked deeply at the Iron Lady. "My rules, Old Demon Han, are also rules."

Old Demon Han had not yet finished his words.

Several high-ranking Generals Murray poured in outside the restaurant. They were fierce and arrogant, and they targeted Han Laomo and his wife as soon as they entered the door.

Zhao Changying had no time to talk nonsense with this old dog, so he lowered his voice and said, "Did you offend those local gangsters during your lunch negotiation? They used their military connections to get rid of you?"

When the commotion in China was at its worst, Han Laomo went to an appointment alone and had a table with a local wealthy family with a century-old history.

Before Han Laomo could explain, Zhao Changying waved his hands slightly and said coldly: "Don't say anything later, I will deal with them."

After saying that, he stood up and assumed the powerful posture of a high-ranking person in the wall. He stood with his hands behind his back, his eyes were like a torch, and his aura was full.

But those generals, who looked to be of high rank, ignored the Iron Lady and strutted towards Han Laomo, who was tasting steak.

Snapped!

Several generals saluted and stood beside Old Mo Han like their younger brothers.

"Go to the next door and open a table. Each person will have a bucket of caviar. You are not allowed to leave until you finish eating."

Old Demon Han waved his hand like a fly and said, neither salty nor cool: "We can't let those foreigners look down on us and think you are fooling around with me and eating chaffy vegetables every day."