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

Xia Hou held the phone in his hand and froze on the hospital bed.

He looked at his mother at the bathroom door in disbelief, and his younger brother, Xia Chu, who was following behind his mother.

The mother and son are like biological mother and son who are related by blood...

The expressions are exactly the same.

"idiot."

Click.

After a long silence on the other end of the phone, he uttered two chilling words and then hung up.

Moreover, that voice was not the one that Xia Hou was familiar with twenty years ago.

It is a relatively young, rich and majestic voice.

After a brief brainstorm, Xia Hou suddenly understood something.

Commander Wang slowly stood up.

He looked at Brother Dazhi again with eyes filled with admiration and reverence.

Where is the verbal dispute and tit-for-tat confrontation just now?

Brother Dazhi walked to the bed, took the phone from Xiahou's hand expressionlessly, raised his hand and patted Xiahou's bloodless face, and said calmly: "It's been twenty years, you bastard can really hold it in."

Xia Hou's face was full of horror. He looked at his mother and younger brother, then at Commander Wang, who was coy and coy a second ago, but now extremely decisive, and at Zhang Dazhi, who was cold all over.

Xia Hou's heart instantly sank to the bottom.

My scalp felt hairy and my spine felt chilly.

"Are you in the same group?" Xiahou's throat felt dry. "Are you all in the same group?"

Xia Hou's tone was mixed with disbelief.

Are his mother and brother here to trick him?

Commander Wang of the backyard army is also here to act?

Are they all a trap set up by Zhang Dazhi?

Xiahou Dao's heart was broken and collapsed.

"Do you need to be so surprised?"

With the support of Xia Chu, Mrs. Xia slowly approached her eldest son: "It has been twenty years, and I regret giving birth to a beast like you even in my dreams!"

Xia Hou's expression was stiff, and he muttered at the corner of his lips: "So, you are playing tricks on me? Are you going to do it yourself because you want me to die?"

"if not?"

Mrs. Xia stared at her eldest son, who was pregnant in ten months, with vicious eyes: "It can't be just to renew the mother-child relationship with you, right?"

Xiahou's eyes twitched.

Sitting on the hospital bed with a dull look on his face, his face was ashen.

Dengdengdeng.

A burst of rapid and vigorous footsteps came from outside the door.

A majestic-looking general led the crowd.

They were dressed exactly the same as Commander Wang and his party.

Even the middle-aged man at the head looked somewhat similar to Commander Wang.

He walked into the ward and glanced at Xia Hou without any trace with his hawk-like eyes.

Then he looked down at Commander Wang with dignity: "Xiao Chen, do you really want to sit in my seat?"

Commander Wang's expression changed slightly, and he said respectfully: "Commander Wang, you have misunderstood..."

"Then where did you get a set of clothes that are exactly the same as mine?" The middle-aged man looked cold.

"Of course it's custom-made," Commander Wang explained. "I've always loved the unique patterns on your military uniforms, it perfectly matches my aesthetic."

"Oh." Commander Wang walked forward and stared at Xiao Chen with narrowed eyes. "It seems that you have been coveting my position for a long time?"

Xiao Chen grinned and shrugged fearlessly: "A soldier who doesn't want to be a general is not a good soldier."

"Get it!" Commander Wang gave the order and shouted.

Seven or eight regular backyard troops swarmed behind him, ready to take action.

"Xiao Wang."

Brother Dazhi put away his phone and glanced at the real Commander Wang: "When did you, a small character like you, get to point fingers in front of me?"

"Commander Zhang." Commander Wang said without giving in at all. "I'm reprimanding my subordinates. What does it have to do with you?"

"It's none of my business, so I can't control it? What kind of gangster logic are you talking about?"

Brother Dazhi walked forward and blocked Xiao Chen, who was working hard for him, behind him.

"Commander Zhang!" Commander Wang shouted angrily in a cold voice. "Why are you interfering with the military affairs in our backyard!?"

"Why?" Brother Dazhi shrugged and threw a cigarette into his mouth. "My nickname is Zhang DaDa."

Commander Wang stared at Brother Dazhi and said word by word: "I pretended to be the commander of the backyard army, and used the name of the backyard army without authorization to serve the public good for personal gain."

"Commander Zhang, do you know these crimes and how they are sentenced? Have you passed today's test?"

Brother Dazhi frowned and looked back at Xia Hou: "Isn't it supposed that you can't pass this test? Why is it that while we are chatting, the pressure comes to me?"

……

in the hospital.

The army in the backyard has a sentry every three steps and a post every five steps, ready to go.

Looking at this posture, it seems that the hospital is being guarded as a military base.

outside the hospital.

The dark convoy came quickly.

They have all kinds of license plates, they are fierce and oppressive.

In the first car, the secretary on the passenger seat reported solemnly to the leader behind him: "The hospital door is blocked and we can't get in."

"Force it." The thin lips of the man sitting in the back row were slightly parted, and his dark eyes were full of gloom.

"Can't break in."

The secretary shook his head and glanced at the motorcade blocking the entrance of the hospital.

There are the cars of the four unparalleled gods of war, and there is the special car of Beimang Marshal Long Fei.

In the first car, the person sitting was none other than Zhang Xiangbei.

Even the backyard troops they called into the hospital were locked inside and couldn't get out.

Hard break?

Looking around the world, no army dared to issue a military order to forcibly conquer the positions Beimang held.

How do these intellectuals break into...