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

The lights in Han's house were brightly lit, and the air was filled with cheerful elements.

There was a table of mahjong and a table of landlord fights. Due to lack of manpower, even Brother Xiao was dragged over.

When Queen Ma was invited to the table, she waved her hands frequently with a shy look on her face: "I've quit, I've been here for 20 years, I'm already a stranger to it."

So she stood behind Brother Zhang, frantically giving him advice, and talking to herself.

The phone rings.

Just as Zhang Ruoyu was about to pick it up, he was held down by Queen Ma.

"Son, it's taboo to answer the phone at the gambling table. It will drive away wealth." Queen Ma said solemnly.

"Then you pick it up for me." Zhang Ruoyu nodded.

"Understood." Queen Ma said as she walked aside. "Don't make strips, Xuebao is making strips of the same color, it's really scary!"

"I know." Brother Zhang curled his lips and threw a piece of nine.

"Qingyi Pengpenghu!" Xuebao smiled happily.

"Grass."

Queen Ma, who had just answered the phone, cursed.

I told you it was taboo to answer the phone at the gambling table, but you didn't listen, so I had to tell you!

"Who are you kidding?"

On the other side of the phone, the calm and dignified voice of an old acquaintance sounded.

"Grass your mother."

Queen Ma was furious and was not used to the once powerful general: "Bastard, why are you talking to your sister Ma? Are you itchy?"

Xia Hou's face was gloomy and he said coldly: "I'm looking for your son."

"I'm looking for your mother." Queen Ma said angrily. "Whenever you dig your mother out of the grave and see me, I will give you permission to find my son."

Xia Hou's expression was violent.

Ye Zhengting, who was standing aside, tried his best to look like he didn't hear anything.

But Queen Ma's voice is really too loud...

It seems like I just left all my wealth on the gambling table and lost so much that I even lost my underwear...

Xia Hou hung up the phone with a sullen face.

If you continue to chat, you will still get fucked.

In Xia Hou's life, the most foul and unpleasant person he had ever met was Empress Ma.

He didn't even know how the old enemy who had been entangled for half his life survived.

Queen Ma just put away her phone and her face darkened.

He turned to his mobile phone and sent a WeChat message to Brother Dazhi: "How about you stop coming to Binhai and just keep an eye on him in Yanjing."

"I'm almost there!"

Brother Dazhi quickly responded to the message: "Can you stop focusing on your son? Can you consider my mood? How long have we not seen each other? Don't you miss me?"

"Just die." Queen Ma curled her lips and replied to Brother Dazhi. "Come on, come on, stay for two days, that old dog will come out at this moment, who knows what he wants to do."

"Two days is enough."

Queen Ma's hands were shaking after reading WeChat: "Who the hell is discussing with you whether two days is enough? Your reading comprehension is really fucking perfect!"

"Those three days?"

Brother Dazhi is concise and concise.

Queen Ma's face twitched.

late at night.

Brother Zhang, who doesn't like to play mahjong, is a little sleepy, but Queen Ma, who is sitting next to her and making suggestions, has eyes like bells and is full of energy.

If Mrs. Han hadn't been old and couldn't bear it anymore, she would have forced everyone to play mahjong all night for her to watch.

Come here.

Everyone also stayed at the Han family.

Quan should add some popularity to the Han family, which usually has little fireworks.

Everyone went back to their rooms, and those who went upstairs went upstairs.

Only Zhang Ruoyu, holding a cigarette in his mouth, walked out of the villa despite the wind and snow, and came to the front door of the Han family.

Outside the door, squatting was a man smoking a cigarette.

He was wearing casual clothes, dragging a heavy suitcase, with snowflakes in his hair, looking like a homeless middle-aged man.

"Why don't you go in?"

Zhang Ruoyu walked forward with a calm expression.

Brother Dazhi turned to look at Brother Zhang, blew his nose, brushed the snowflakes from his hair, shrugged and said: "What's the point of entering Mrs. Han's house? It's not like I haven't been here before. I just went to Binhai, I say hello to you to save you the trouble of asking for gifts."

"Oh." Zhang Ruoyu responded lightly, glanced at the man, and hesitated to speak.

"You are busy with your business, don't worry about me." Brother Dazhi picked up the suitcase and said. "I'm going home to sleep."

"Go home and sleep?" Zhang Ruoyu's eyes flashed. "Which home?"

"In happiness." Brother Dazhi raised his eyebrows. He was afraid that this kid would stimulate him with his strange aura, so he started to run away.

"That house only has one bedroom." Zhang Ruoyu said calmly. "There's no place for you to sleep."

"It's okay. I'll make a bunk in the living room for one night." Brother Dazhi was a little nervous, fearing that his son wouldn't even let him stay in the living room. "Don't worry, I will clean up before you go home and won't cause you any trouble."

Zhang Ruoyu nodded slightly but said nothing.

"Should I withdraw first?" Brother Dazhi was a little worried, fearing that his son would change his mind or suddenly think of his tragic childhood, which would slap him in the face.

"Wait a moment."

Zhang Ruoyu frowned.

"Ah?" Brother Dazhi's face was ashen, and his heart was in his throat.

"I'll see you off." Zhang Ruoyu said calmly.

"Oh…"

Brother Dazhi twitched the corner of his mouth.

My palms are a little sweaty.

My whole body feels unbearably hot, as if menopause has arrived early.

In this icy and snowy environment, he suddenly felt cold and wanted to run naked.