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

Boom!

The sky thundered again.

Zhang Ruoyu, who was having breakfast with his aunt, raised his head and glanced at the dark sky, frowned and said: "Aunt, I must have never done anything bad. Have they done anything? Can I go out today? I'm out, Will he be implicated?"

Lin Qingxi pursed her red lips slightly and said softly, "Go ahead. If you dare to go out of this door, my aunt will burn incense and worship Buddha, playing with feudal superstition."

Zhang Ruoyu grinned, stood up and said, "Dumplings for lunch, I want all the fillings that my aunt is good at!"

"Well, my aunt will give you the bag." Lin Qingxi nodded with a smile and watched Zhang Ruoyu go out.

Making dumpling wrappers and preparing dumpling fillings are both meticulous tasks. The machine-made dumpling wrappers are hard and thin. When eating dumplings in Binhai, one should have a thin skin and a large filling.

She didn't care at all about what was going on outside.

Even today the whole city is paying close attention to the funeral.

But Lin Qingxi only cares about whether Zhang Ruoyu can find the taste of his youth when he goes home to eat dumplings at noon.

It's been a long time since she made dumplings, and her technique has long been unfamiliar.

Ding dong.

A message came from Lin Qingxi’s mobile phone.

"Miss, I just received internal news that this funeral will be very chaotic. Xiahou has gathered a huge force, and there are also people operating it secretly."

After Lin Qingxi read the news, she just thought about it for a moment and knew that the funeral would be worse than what was stated in the news.

Even people will die.

But this is also in line with Xiahou's style and temperament.

Xia Hou was imprisoned that year because of his life.

Many, many lives.

"I'm making dumplings. Apart from his business, don't disturb me, and there's no need to report."

"Yes, ma'am."

……

After Brother Dazhi finished his harsh words, he pulled up a chair and sat aside.

He was also humming the world-famous song "Good Days". This kind of discipline was even more unethical than a reform-through-labor prisoner.

Ye Zhengting, who was so close, twitched the corner of his mouth and almost couldn't hold back.

This guy named Zhang is really evil.

The hundreds of loyal confidants of General Xiahou present looked at him with cold eyebrows.

Are you really not afraid of swarming you and risking your life?

Jiang Ling shook his legs and lowered his voice and said: "Brother, keep a low profile. I see that several of Xiahou's horses have bulging waists, and they all have their fucking dicks with them."

"Didn't you tell me earlier?"

Brother Dazhi immediately changed his tune and changed to another world-famous song known as the sister song: "Good Luck Comes".

"Grass."

Jiang Ling almost tore Brother Dazhi's bad mouth apart.

Go through the process.

Mr. They’ll give in too.”

After putting on the incense, Xia Hou lit a cigarette indifferently and said with cold eyes: "You will only know when you come out. You really want me to come out. They are all afraid of me coming out."

This time Ye Zhengting raised his ears and didn't even hear clearly.

Because when he was offering incense, he had been separated from the true confidants of the old general Xiahou.

The music is too noisy.

He was so upset that he almost blurted out and asked the backstage to turn down the music. It was so damn noisy.

"Old General..."

Ye Zhengting tried to squeeze into the inner circle.

Xia Hou turned around, waved away the crowd, and walked towards Ye Zhengting. His sharp and deep eyes made Ye Zhengting feel strange.

This old general seems to have suddenly enlightened and is no longer out of touch with this society.

Subconsciously, Ye Zhengting saluted Xia Hou, a military giant who had once reached the top of the mountain. His heart beat faster, and there was a faint ominous sign.

"You can come and pick me up from prison. Even if you have a good heart, at least you have more heart than my brother who climbed up on my shoulders."

Xiahou raised his arm and made Ye Zhengting's hair stand up with just a tap on his shoulder.

This old general not only has a high prestige in the military department.

His martial arts talent is even more terrifying.

"Please call me Old General. I won't embarrass you, but from this moment on, don't treat me, Xiahou, as a fool anymore."

Xiahou's palm-sized slap moved away from Ye Zhengting's shoulder, and then lightly slapped him twice on the face: "Did you hear that?"

"Yes, old general..." Ye Zhengting's face darkened.

The pressure buried in my heart many years ago lingers in my chest for a long time.

Xia Hou led the crowd and walked towards Brother Dazhi, who was smoking a cigarette.

This man had humiliated him in prison for more than twenty years.

The only daughter who was looking forward to his release from prison also died in the hands of his son.

This hatred is too great.

The eighteen riders of Beimang felt the overwhelming hostility and murderous intent.

He quickly blocked Xiahou's way and said word by word: "Get in the car, General Xiahou."

Xia Hou glanced at Jiang Ling indifferently and didn't even bother to speak.

He raised his hand and opened Jiang Ling's head.

From a high position, he looked down at Zhang Dazhi who was sitting on the chair: "I've asked the master to figure it out. Your prison is suppressing my luck and is incompatible with me."

"So?" Brother Dazhi raised his eyes and glanced at Xiahou with squinted eyes.

"I won't go back to prison." Xia Hou stood with his hands behind his hands, his face under the white hair full of domineering. "If you want it back, you can do it yourself."