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

The food stall filled with people was silent.

Brother Dazhi's eyes were sometimes manic, sometimes depressed, and sometimes confused.

His expression was even more uncertain.

He turned his head stiffly and glanced at Jiang Ling, who had his head lowered and the corners of his mouth twitching: "Did you just hear that?"

"what?"

Jiang Ling is trying hard to suppress his inner feelings...

Forget it, Brother Jiang showed off his cards. He was bursting with laughter and almost couldn't hold back.

"He said I was a soft persimmon and he wanted to pinch me." Brother Dazhi's eyes twitched and his expression was a little distorted. "Am I a soft persimmon?"

Jiang Ling took a deep breath and pretended to be shocked.

After a long while, he frowned and said, "It's hard to say."

Brother Dazhi almost flipped the table, it’s hard to say, so don’t fucking say it!

"It mainly depends on who you compare with."

Jiang Ling still doesn't understand this guy's temper?

"Compare with me." Jiang Ling gave a thumbs up and started to make amends. "You are this."

"But if you want to compare with Zhang Xiangbei, the legendary Beimang who is famous all over the world, you are indeed a bit too soft."

"Then why does he say he's picking on the weak?" Brother Dazhi acted as if no one else was around, and even pointed at Ye Zhengting arrogantly.

"He wasn't wrong either."

Jiang Ling, who plays the role of an honest guy, once said: "You asked him to go to General Zhang, and he said he wanted to take advantage of him."

"Compared with General Zhang, you are indeed not tough. It is reasonable to say that you are a soft persimmon, and your logic is very clear."

Brother Dazhi froze, his breath disordered.

"Can't be tougher than General Zhang, no shame." Jiang Ling added in the end and glanced at Ye Zhengting coldly. "Those are your closest relatives! In our village, we refer to this kind of family atmosphere as smoke rising from ancestral graves!"

Brother Dazhi took a deep breath and tried to control his rage.

But his hand holding the wine was trembling.

Brother Dazhi, who has been awesome for most of his life, cannot accept this kind of family atmosphere at all.

"Okay." Ye Zhengting put down his wine glass and said with a majestic expression. "Pack up all the leftovers and bones on the table and take them away. Beimang is famous for not wasting food."

"Take your mother!"

Without saying a word, Brother Dazhi turned the table over on the spot: "I just wasted it! Are you going to bite me?"

How can the Eighteen Beimang Cavaliers understand this guy's temper?

The moment he stuck his butt out, he shot up violently, fearing that the soup would splash all over him.

Brother Dazhi's violent behavior once again disturbed the nerves of the military generals present.

All the soldiers stood up one after another and glared at Brother Dazhi.

But before they could take a step forward, Beimang's eighteen cavalry came out in full force.

They formed a group of two, holding beer collars in their hands, grinning, and holding down the eight-table military general with an evil look on his face: "Want to practice?"

In an instant.

The eighteen knights of Beimang were so powerful that they looked like eighteen killing gods.

Even though the military generals were all brave soldiers who had gone through hundreds of battles, they could not help but frown and their hearts trembled.

What the hell are these old guys like?So evil!

"What? Want to do it?"

Ye Zhengting lit a cigarette with a calm look, and there was no trace of happiness or anger on his majestic face.

He raised his eyelids and didn't even look at Brother Dazhi: "We're going to talk about some secrets of the military exercise later, something important to the country's honor and disgrace."

"What level are you at? Can you listen? Do you dare to listen?"

"It's not too much to convict you of treason, right?"

Ye Zhengting flicked the cigarette ashes expressionlessly, and glanced at Brother Dazhi with eyes full of hostility and resentment.

"Your time has passed." Ye Zhengting stood up slowly, and a majestic pressure from a high position swept across the audience, stirring the hearts of all military generals present. "Now, I'm in charge here."

Brother Dazhi seems to be arrogant and unruly.

But deep in his eyes, there was a flash of helplessness, as if Brother Monkey was being put in a golden hoop by Lady Guanyin.

After struggling for a while, he forced himself to wave his hands and said, "Look at your fucking face, you look like a villain, you are so mean!"

He waved his hand, and Beimang's Eighteen Cavalrymen pretended to be exaggeratedly relieved, fearing that these military officials would be beaten and left without food.

"Brother, why don't you retreat first?" Jiang Ling stepped forward and lowered his voice to persuade. "Heaven is going to entrust this people with great responsibilities, and they must first..."

"Fuck, can you shut your fucking mouth?" Brother Dazhi was furious and glared at him. "You fucking Tang Monk? Why don't you like listening to your pussy so much?"

Jiang Ling shrugged to hide his embarrassment.

Ye Zhengting glanced at Brother Dazhi, who was furious but held back his words. He raised his hand and pointed: "Are you still packing the midnight snack?"

"I haven't eaten yet, what should I pack?"

Outside the big-name stalls.

Suddenly a steady, neither salty nor bland voice sounded.

The man was wearing a custom-made suit and his leather shoes were polished.

In order to support his mother tonight, he changed into seven or eight sets before he was approved by Xue Bao, who is picky about aesthetics.

Unexpectedly, I would have to help this old guy out in the middle of the night.

They also treat each other as sons, and they either cheat on their father or their mother, or they chew on their father and mother.

Brother Zhang is different.

He has to be chewed by his parents, and he has to be tricked by his parents.

Before she even called her on WeChat, Ma Meiliang said that she wanted a bed in the prison. She couldn't sleep and asked Brother Zhang to send her back to prison or hang her on the mahjong table.

Under the persuasion of Xuebao and Yuanmei, Brother Zhang had no choice but to run in the cold wind.

Under the gaze of dozens of pairs of eyes, Zhang Ruoyu walked over.

He lifted the overturned table, put the beer on the table again, and then sat down on the chair with Brother Dazhi, who looked awkward and aggrieved.

"Boss, five hundred oysters." Brother Zhang waved. "Five ripe, fresh."

After that, he glanced back at Ye Zhengting, who had a stern face, and said calmly: "You guys go on to talk about your military exercise secrets, and I'm just going to enjoy it."

"That's right." Zhang Ruoyu opened a bottle of beer for Brother Dazhi himself and asked while pouring it. "I am a person at my level listening to you talk about national affairs and giving you some suggestions. You should be okay with that, right?"