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

Brother Dazhi got up before dawn and made the bed, brushed his teeth, washed his face, made a bowl of soy sauce noodles, fried two poached eggs and a thick sausage.

He ate noodles with his right hand and picked up his cell phone with his left hand. First, he sent Empress Ma some beautiful photos of the dinner her son cooked last night.

He also took a photo of the soft-lit dining table in a warm living room with three dishes, one soup and two bowls of rice.

"My son made it for me."

At the end, there is also a cool photo of him grinning wildly and wearing sunglasses.

Then he pulled out Ye Zhengting's WeChat account: "If that old dog runs away, you will be blamed. I will personally report it to General Zhang."

"What the hell is this none of my business?" Ye Zhengting, who had had a nightmare all night, replied to a WeChat message. "I'm not from your prison system!"

"Who doesn't know that you, Ye Zhengting, are this old dog's proud little brother?"

Brother Dazhi took a bite and ate the noodles, looking at the old house that had remained unchanged for 20 years, and felt very at ease.

My ears seemed to hear the even more violent curses of the young Queen Ma.

In his eyes, he seemed to see the miserable scene of his son being beaten by Queen Ma and running around in circles, crying for his father and mother, calling for help.

Every corner in the old house is filled with memories.

Zhang Ruoyu only has such a family.

He is Zhang Dazhi, so why not?

Going even further, he is an orphan in an orphanage.

"Master, please come back."

Brother Dazhi took a sip of noodle soup, his face full of sadness.

Ding dong.

WeChat is here.

"I haven't been my little brother for many years!"

Ye Zhengting sent a cold emoticon in a very urgent tone: "After visiting your relatives, come back to Beijing as soon as possible. Your gang of younger brothers may not be able to protect you. You still don't understand my elder brother? When he goes crazy, he can't pull eight horses." .”

"Then you haven't seen my son look crazy." Brother Dazhi sneered. "When he gets crazy, he dares to talk to me."

"If I'm not crazy, I dare to talk to you." Commander Ye asked a question. "Is this considered Jiba's skill?"

"Fuck you."

After eating and drinking, Brother Dazhi put on an apron and washed the dishes and mopped the floor, cleaning every corner of the house.

When my son and daughter-in-law came home, they could point out where the house was dirty. Brother Dazhi would not force her pussy, he would lick it right on the spot!

After finishing the housework, Brother Dazhi didn’t dare to touch that expensive-looking sofa...

I picked up a small matza and sat in the corner of the living room to surf hard.

From time to time, he logs into Guotai Minan’s QQ account and floods him like crazy.

"Last night I had a family reunion dinner with my son, and we talked about a rather serious topic. Today's young people mainly talk about having no mortgage, no car loan, and no offspring."

"Everyone, is the dog-licking economic model that has dominated China for decades really about to collapse?"

"Is this a distortion of human nature, or have those licking dogs come to their senses?"

Several leaders in charge of China's financial power fell into deep thought and put forward their own professional opinions: "In recent years, the country has been vigorously promoting a macho culture. Men must be fierce."

"When the young men of today become more powerful, let's start a wave of rebellion against Tiangang. Women lick men. Who is not a licker? As long as it can stimulate consumption."

"It's all about performance, it's not shabby."

The group immediately received a wave of professional likes.

Several wives were beating their chests and stamping their feet: "Damn it, I was born at the wrong time!"

Brother Dazhi poured so much water that he almost felt dizzy.

Suddenly there was a burst of laughter outside the door.

He immediately put down his cell phone, put on his apron, and mopped the floor.

The legs are slightly bent and the waist is hunched, like a loving father.

Empress Ma glanced at Brother Dazhi, threw the fashionable brand bag given by Xuebao on the sofa, and shook the snowflakes off her body.

"Father-in-law, why are you at my house?" Mr. Han was a little surprised.

Aren't you "going to jail"?Isn't the discipline in this prison too poor?

Even Junsheng couldn't keep up.

In peacetime, Brother Dazhi would have said something to Xuebao, "This is the house I bought with money. When did it become your home?"

But the relationship with General Zhang had just warmed up a bit, so he didn't dare to jump. He humbly took out the fur shoes from the shoe cabinet and handed them to everyone: "Dad is lonely alone and wants to come to Binhai to have some fun."

"But the place at home is small and there is no place to live..." Mr. Han was a little embarrassed.

"It's okay, dad can just lay the floor, it won't be a problem." Brother Dazhi vaguely noticed that the wife here wanted to give him a face, and expressed his opinion on the spot. "Dad doesn't snore when he sleeps, so he won't disturb you."

"But Brother Zhang is hitting him, it's like an electric drill..."

Mr. Han took out a key card that he had prepared long ago from his pocket and handed it to Brother Dazhi: "Dad, the big villa downstairs closest to our building has the same decoration style as at home. I am giving you a meeting gift. You You can live wherever you want. Even if I agree to make a bed here, Brother Zhang can't do it. You may not know it yet, but Brother Zhang is well-known as a filial son in our happiness."

Xuebao only promised Brother Zhang that he would not buy cigarettes for his father-in-law, but he did not say that he would not give him a villa. This was not considered a broken promise and would not make him fat.

"Xue Bao, dad..."

Brother Dazhi’s eyes were red.

In all his life, no one has ever given him such an expensive gift.

Could it be that the methods used by those old people to stimulate consumption have begun to bear fruit?

Is Tiangang just around the corner?

Queen Ma couldn't stand this disgusting scene, so Brother Zhang also went back to the kitchen to prepare lunch.

Xuebao blinked at his father-in-law, with pride written all over his beautiful face: "Father-in-law, how did you choose me to be your daughter-in-law among the vast crowd of people?"

"Isn't this damn look too vicious?"