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

New Year's Eve.

New Year's Eve.

The coast is covered in silver and snow-capped.

Xuebao, who had been absent from work for several months with Brother Zhang, persisted until the last day to pay off the company's debts.

Mr. Han, who had scolded Dai Meng so badly in the morning, and Mr. Liang's wig was so angry that he scolded him in the afternoon.

I almost returned the big villa in Xingfu to Mr. Han and cut off my robe.

In the evening, Mr. Han made his final sprint to bring a perfect ending to the first year of his marriage.

In the past, when she was working, she was always stern and unsmiling. She often felt desperate and life was meaningless.

But since I got married, I have been able to make more money, stay up late and work overtime without feeling tired, I can climb the sixth floor in one breath, my legs no longer hurt, and my waist is no longer sore.

Except for the occasional loss of a few hairs within the scientific scope, President Han's life is very positive and uplifting.

Ding dong.

Ding dong.

"Ba Po, you usually miss a few days of work, but why do you have to work overtime during the Chinese New Year?"

Ding dong.

Zhang Ruoyu sent a family photo of Xingfuli.

Mrs. Han, Queen Ma, my aunt, Mr. Han, including Zhao Changying, are all here.

Everyone was sitting in the narrow but warm living room, eating melon seeds and watching TV.

The dining table was filled with New Year’s Eve dinner, all cooked by Brother Zhang himself.

After sending Mr. Han to Junsheng in the morning, Brother Zhang went to buy groceries and prepare for the New Year's Eve dinner. He had been busy all day.

At noon, I ate the leftover sandwich that Mr. Han had eaten in the morning, and his eyes were so hungry.

"Hurry, hurry up, come out right now."

Mr. Han basically implements the national policy of not fighting back when hit or scolded, and there is a hint of perversion hanging on his fair, delicate and beautiful face. "Here, take a picture of your apron, post it to me, and I'll post it to Moments."

"Go to the side of death."

After Brother Zhang finished scolding, he turned on the beauty camera, chose a lens that showed a small face and full skin, and gestured to him: "Speed ​​is the only one missing you."

"Oh."

Xuebao finished sending the WeChat message and launched the final sprint.

Three minutes later, Xuebao finished his work and took the CEO's exclusive elevator downstairs with his bag in hand.

There were not many cars in the parking lot. As a cosmopolitan city, Binhai was like half an empty city during the holidays.

Mr. Han took out his car keys and glanced at Yuanmei, who had long been impatient: "Why are you so stupid? Let's drive!"

Ever since Yuan Mei teased the bald baby, Mr. Han and Yuan Mei have been in a state of semi-breakup.

Apart from work, there is no talk of sisterhood.

"Oh." Yuan Mei took the key and took two steps, thinking about Brother Zhang's braised lion head.

"Wait a minute." Yuan Mei suddenly stopped and raised her hand to stop Han Jiangxue.

"Huh?" Han Jiangxue was slightly stunned. "What's wrong?"

"Can't you feel it?" Yuan Mei narrowed her eyes slightly, her delicate and tender face filled with a look of solemnity.

"What do you feel?" Han Jiangxue frowned.

"Murderous." Yuan Mei stared directly at the door next to Han Jiangxue's new car.

It was a very low-key black Bic.

In the car, sat the driver and a woman.

But the murderous intention did not come from inside the car.

Instead, it came from all directions, like a tide.

"What's the origin?" Han Jiangxue asked in a low voice. "Is it fierce?"

"Fierce." Yuan Mei drew her sword.

His face was full of solemnity.

It's so fierce that even Yuanmei doesn't feel safe.

"Run?" Han Jiangxue said. "Take the elevator?"

But when I looked back, I saw a man standing at the elevator entrance.

Men appeared out of thin air at all entrances and exits.

They are like ghosts, coming and going without a trace.

"Can't run away." Yuan Mei shook her head.

Han Jiangxue was calm and was about to clap her hands to call someone.

Yuan Mei whistled first.

A few seconds later, the war goddess came after hearing the news.

But after seeing the scene in the parking lot, she frowned deeply.

She came to the garage early in the morning.

But he didn't feel any strong aura.

When did this group of people lurk in the parking lot, and how did they avoid her?

"There are eight here."

Yuan Mei narrowed her eyes and said, "Four per person?"

"There are five of me." The female God of War stood with her hands behind her back, her murderous intentions revealed.

Whoosh!

Yuan Mei didn't say anything, but took action first.

But she just killed one, and she was knocked away.

Vomiting blood, he returned to Han Jiangxue.

"Can't beat her." Yuan Mei's eyes flashed coldly and she pursed her lips. "Sister Xue, we have encountered a tough situation this time."

The goddess of war sneered.

Walk out quickly.

After killing half of them, she was fucked away.

The pride on his face disappeared, and he said with gloomy eyes: "Damn, what are the backgrounds of these people? They are so fierce."

Click.

The Buick door opens.

The woman walked out of the car, accompanied by the driver, and walked towards Han Jiangxue.

In her eyes, there seemed to be no female War Goddess or Yuan Mei.

Her deep eyes fell on Han Jiangxue without any trace.

"Know?" Han Jiangxue narrowed her eyes, her aura unabated.

She and Yuan Mei were very familiar with this scene.

But Yuan Mei can't adapt to it, because last time she was like killing a chicken, and this time, someone else killed the chicken.

"Twenty years ago, my mother was burned to death by your husband's mother."

"It was 20 years ago. My father was suppressed by your husband's father for 20 years."

"I never saw them again."

"I haven't had New Year's Eve dinner with them either."

When the woman said this, her tone was so light that it was almost indifferent, and she said neither salty nor cool: "You don't want to eat the New Year's Eve dinner tonight."