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

In the warm compartment.

A harsh cell phone ringtone rang.

Jiang Zili answered the call. After listening to what was reported on the phone, he raised his eyebrows, twitched the corners of his mouth, and sighed: "I understand."

Then he hung up the phone, glanced at Zhang Ruoyu, who was fighting with a cold and tyrannical boss, and said hesitantly: "Your old man stabbed Xiahou to death."

Brother Zhang, who was at a disadvantage in the fight, had no skills and handed a bloody knife to Mr. Han. He analyzed it hard: "Is there a possibility that Xiahou was stabbed to death because of his excessive escape from prison?"

"That's indeed the prison's explanation."

Jiang Zili opened his mouth and his eyelids twitched wildly: "When Xiahou died, his old mother and younger brother were not far away."

Zhang Ruoyu flicked the ash from his cigarette and said with a frown, "I understand. After Xiahou saw his relatives, a complex emotion flowed freely in his chest. I guess he is homesick."

Jiang Zili trembled while smoking, rubbed his stiff face, and took out his mobile phone.

"What are you doing?" Brother Zhang glanced at Jiang Zili coldly. "You want to call the police and arrest my old man?"

"Who do you think I am?" Jiang Zili said disdainfully. "Am I going to waste police resources over such a trivial matter?"

"Oh."

Zhang Ruoyu responded calmly, opened the notepad he carried with him, and crossed out the word Xiahou on the dense list.

"Xiao Zhang, what kind of list is this? You actually carry it with you, you must take it very seriously, right?"

Jiang Zili glanced over his head, and his desire to win instantly came up: "I should also be on the list, right?"

Zhang Ruoyu glanced at Mr. Jiang lightly: "You are not qualified yet."

"Xiao Zhang, you know me." Jiang Zili's eyes turned cold and he said coldly. "It doesn't matter how you usually treat me. I'll tolerate it and get over it. But if you look down on me and don't value me, I can't accept it."

"If you don't add my name to it today, we will stop contacting you from now on!"

Zhang Ruoyu handed Jiang Zili a cigarette and said, neither salty nor cool: "Are you a child? You always want to coax him? Finish your cigarette and go to work."

Jiang Zili opened the cigarette angrily: "An honest man will not be scorned, so I won't smoke anymore!"

He opened the car door with a click and left.

Watching Jiang Zili leave, Brother Lin finally felt relieved. He turned back to look at Brother Zhang and asked rudely: "Brother Zhang, your notepad should have my name on it, right? We are two relative…"

……

Zhang Ruoyu was holding oranges in his hand and stood at the door of the hospital waiting for Brother Dazhi.

In the cold wind, Brother Dazhi walked up with his hands in his pockets and Huazi in his mouth.

Behind him were the Eighteen Riders of Beimang, who had a temperament very similar to that of a big brother in society.

"Are you comfortable?" Zhang Ruoyu weighed the oranges in his hand and threw them to Brother Dazhi.

"It's not bad." Brother Dazhi grinned, peeled the orange and took two bites. "Find a restaurant, let's get together on time."

Zhang Ruoyu didn't show off his refusal and complied with Brother Dazhi's wishes.

A hotpot restaurant.

The father and son were rinsing the pot and drinking from the table, and the atmosphere was harmonious.

After finishing a bottle on the table, Brother Dazhi held a cigarette in his mouth and looked at Brother Zhang across the table with complicated eyes. He grinned and said, "I'm causing trouble for you."

"What a big deal."

Zhang Ruoyu also lit a cigarette and shook his head lightly: "No trouble."

Brother Dazhi raised his eyebrows and said with some regret: "It seems you are really able to cover me up."

"The main reason is that the environment is good." Brother Zhang glanced at Brother Dazhi, who had white temples, and said modestly. "Standing on the wind, even a pig can take off."

Brother Dazhi was stunned for a moment, then smiled bitterly: "You suddenly stopped talking to me, which makes me feel a little uncomfortable."

After hesitating for a moment, Brother Dazhi said seriously: "How about you still be like before? I feel at ease."

"Are you cheap?" Brother Zhang glared at Brother Dazhi.

Brother Dazhi instantly felt comfortable, grinned and said, "Good luck."

The two men finished another bottle.

Brother Dazhi glanced at the street view outside the window and muttered: "I don't know if I can adapt to the outside world when I come out."

When the waiter who was adding thick soup to the hot pot heard this, his hands trembled and he almost splashed Brother Dazhi all over him.

"If you can't adapt, don't force it. Just do whatever you want." Zhang Ruoyu said.

The waiter who finished adding the soup was a little weak in the legs. As soon as he returned to the kitchen, he was sweating and reminded the boss to collect the cash in the cabinet. There was a table of customers outside who had just put it out...

"What's this? What a fuss!" the boss scolded the waiter and said proudly. "When I was young, I didn't go in often, and I stayed there for fifteen days at a time!"

The waiter twitched his lips and said: "Boss, this is a matter of style. That old man is full of violence and has a murderous look in his eyes. He seems to be a different person from you at first glance. He has probably lived there for more years than outside. .”

The boss frowned: "That's indeed slightly better than me. I'll give that guy two plates of fresh-cut beef for free later, and I'll give him a 50% discount when I pay the bill."

"clear."

Brother Dazhi looked at the free plate of beef on the table and sighed: "The current environment is indeed much better than when I was there. It's not in vain that I have been walking on thin ice for the past twenty years..."

Zhang Ruoyu smiled slightly, raised his glass and said, "Thank you for your hard work."