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

Xinji returned to the car in disgrace and said solemnly: "We talked about it, but he won't give way. We can't get in..."

After saying that, he looked at the leader with complicated eyes.

"As expected." The leader's eyes were steady and he glanced at the car Zhang Xiangbei was riding in through the car window. "It wouldn't be like him if he even gave you face."

Xinji twitched the corner of his mouth, wanting to say something, but in the end he didn't dare to say it.

"I will meet him personally." Jiang Zili said thoughtfully. "If this quarrel continues like this, there will be no end to it."

Click.

Jiang Zili opened the car door and walked out of the car.

He gets off the car.

The neat and uniform motorcade opened the car doors one after another.

The momentum was like a rainbow, and the crowds of black people poured into the streets, as if gangs were fighting and at war.

Xin Ji followed the leader and secretly twisted his mouth while the leader was unprepared.

If I get out of the car, I will have this battle, this momentum, and the confidence to be as strong as the leader, and my waist can be as strong as the leader.

There is no pomp and circumstance, and I feel empty.

Jiang Zili got off the car here.

The Four Unparalleled Gods of War, Beimang Marshal Long Fei, also opened the door and got out of the car, and rushed forward menacingly like another group of powerful gang members.

The two gangs had sharp eyes and sharpened their knives.

It seemed as if a street fight would break out at any time just because of a contemptuous look at each other.

Brother Lin was so frightened that he was sweating. He couldn't sit down. He stood up and got off the car, but he didn't dare.

That boss Jiang, even the old man had to say proudly when he saw him: When this little brother wore crotchless pants, he called me Brother Xiao Lin.

Who hasn’t reached the peak of his life?

Lin Laotian's peak moments were basically concentrated before he walked out of the wall at the age of eighteen.

"Brother Zhang." Brother Lin said tremblingly. "They are coming..."

"Yeah." Zhang Ruoyu was teaching Xuebao to fill in the information step by step without looking up.

"Brother Zhang..."

Seeing the Big Mac in the backyard approaching with his crowd, Third Brother Lin said with his heart pounding: "How about we get out of the car and greet him?"

Hearing this, Zhang Ruoyu replied to Xuebao, who was fishing at work, and said: "The first day you met me? Am I such a qualified person?"

grass…

Brother Lin almost lost his temper.

Brother Zhang, you can be incompetent, I’m so fucking panicked...

When the boss showed up, even if he undressed and lay down, he still had to get up to pick up the guests.

How can I, my third brother Lin, have this historic conversation while sitting in a car?

The more Brother Zhang explained, the more annoyed Xuebao became. At the end of the filling, he suddenly lost his temper and sent an anxious voice: "Brother Zhang, help me fill it out! I still have a lot of meetings to attend. I'm so annoyed." !”

Zhang Ruoyu put the phone to his mouth and coaxed: "Okay, okay, I'll do it, you're so stupid."

Zhang Ruoyu waved his hand lightly, interrupting Brother Lin's urge to remind him that Mr. Jiang was already standing by the car and he really had to get out of the car to greet him.

Zhang Ruoyu spent a few minutes helping Xuebao fill out the information, then rolled down the window and looked up at Jiang Zili, who was standing next to the car with a bad look on his face: "Mr. Jiang, come to see the doctor? What disease do you have, with such a look on his face?" Difference?"

Jiang Zili frowned and said, "I'm not sick."

"impossible."

Zhang Ruoyu lit a cigarette and said decisively: "With your complexion, you are definitely seriously ill."

Jiang Zili's face turned cold.

This kid had a bad mouth as always, and even if he wasn't sick, he would make him angry.

"Xiao Zhang, I'm here, why don't you make way?" Jiang Zili didn't want to delay and went straight to the point.

"You still said you're not sick?" Zhang Ruoyu frowned. "You're not sick. Why are you worried?"

When Jiang Zili heard this, he was almost furious.

Putting one hand on the carport, he lowered his voice and said, "Xiao Zhang, I don't have time to talk to you. Please step aside and I'll go in and deal with something."

"Wait a minute." Zhang Ruoyu took out Huazi and handed one to Jiang Zili, but the latter was upset and waved his hand to refuse.

"How long?" Jiang Zili asked in a deep voice.

"Waiting for the letter from my old man." Zhang Ruoyu did not force Jiang Zili to smoke, and took back Hua Zi. "When does he feel happy, when do you go in?"

"Confused!" Jiang Zili slammed the carport hard and shouted angrily. "If you continue to allow me to do this, there will be chaos!"

Jiang Zili went berserk.

The followers behind him swarmed in, trying to savagely clear the way.

Click.

Zhang Ruoyu pushed open the car door and slowly got out of the car.

His dark eyes glanced at Jiang Zili nonchalantly: "How messy can it be?"

Jiang Zili felt a little nervous when he was glared at by Zhang Xiangbei.

He might know better than Zhang Dazhi what kind of temper this kid has.

After all, during the twenty years of Zhang Dazhi's absence from Zhang Xiangbei's life, Jiang Zili was online for ten years.

"The world is in chaos!" Jiang Zili said loudly and gritted his teeth.

"Isn't this in line with my profession?" Zhang Ruoyu looked indifferent when he heard this and wrote lightly: "No matter how chaotic it is, I can still control it."