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

at dusk.

Zhang Ruoyu was about to go into the kitchen to cook a bowl of noodles when Han Jiangxue came to the video.

In order not to be laughed at by Xuebao for not socializing, the hungry Brother Zhang burped as soon as he connected to the video.

"I can smell the smell of flowers and wine through the screen."

Xuebao, who had returned to happiness, changed into a thin nightgown, which was very short, low and thin.

If Xuebao hadn't always worn ladylike underwear, in this atmosphere, Brother Zhang would be sitting in a nightclub with a glass of wine.

"Don't talk nonsense." Zhang Ruo gave Xuebao a blank look. "It's just a simple and luxurious meal."

"Is the dinner arranged in a nightclub?" Xuebao's face was full of wretchedness. "Brother Zhang, you have had enough fun."

"What's wrong with Hua Dian?" Brother Zhang said a little bit with a bad mouth. "You bite me?"

Xuebao's expression froze and he hung up the phone on the spot.

Brother Zhang sneered and rushed into the kitchen to cook noodles.

According to his experience, within ten minutes at most, Olaf would find a reason to hit him.

The tough one comes first. If Brother Zhang doesn't raise the flag, he will say with an aggrieved face that Brother Zhang has treated her badly and yell at her.

In the end, she will unilaterally and forcefully forgive Brother Zhang and end this cold war that lasted no more than an hour.

But after finishing the noodles and watching short videos for nearly two hours, Xuebao still hasn’t called for a video.

Brother Zhang touched his chin and frowned: "Is it true that you are coming back this time?"

"I hate being misunderstood the most in my life, and I'm fed up with the yin and yang. Please be more careful next time, and I will forgive you today."

Brother Zhang unilaterally forgave Xuebao.

But I didn’t wait for a reply on WeChat.

It's half past nine at night.

After taking a shower, Brother Zhang picked up his phone and looked at it. He scrolled through a bunch of messy WeChat messages, including those from Long Fei, the four Wushuang old men, and the third brother who made a midnight supper date. Even Ye Zhengting sent a very pious message. WeChat.

Only there was no news about Xuebao.

"Damn Xuebao, what do you mean? Do you really want me to bow my head and apologize to you? You don't understand me yet? I haven't even bowed my head to my parents. Even your mother called me Xiao Zhao. You are an evil man. I advise you not to be too Crazy, it really made me anxious..."

five minutes later.

Brother Zhang put out his cigarette and put down his inner pride: "I'm sorry."

Boom!

As soon as the news was sent, there was a violent knock on the door.

Zhang Ruoyu frowned and stood up to open the door.

I guess it was the third brother who sent spicy crayfish...

Alas, I am having a cold war with my boss at home, and Brother Zhang really has no appetite...

But as soon as the door opened.

What caught his eye was a tall and graceful figure.

The dead woman's delicate, snow-white face turned red from the cold.

The big watery eyes are filled with an air that won't scare you, a bitch, to death.

Binhai warmed up early, but the sub-zero temperature in the capital froze the dead woman into a dog.

Seeing Brother Zhang standing at the door with a dull expression on his face, he didn't say a word.

The cunning woman stamped her foot and said angrily: "Are you dead? Why don't you carry me into the house? This CEO is freezing to death!"

In order to satisfy his inner dream of an idol drama, Xuebao neither used a private plane nor hugged him. He sneaked out of happiness alone, took a plane and ran to Yanjing overnight.

The top bodyguards who saw through Mr. Han's thoughts had no choice but to wear warm cotton-padded jackets. They watched helplessly as Mr. Han, who was wearing thin clothes and completely ignored the temperature difference, sneezed and went to Beijing to find a man.

Brother Zhang dragged Xuebao into the house, grabbed her cold little hands, and placed them on her abdominal muscles that were bumping like a washboard to keep warm. His soft eyes were full of harshness: "Are you looking for death? It's so late at night. Don’t you stay at home and play the role of a wandering princess in a subjugated country?”

"Don't I miss Brother Zhang..."

Han Jiangxue blinked and rubbed Brother Zhang's abdominal muscles: "Brother Zhang, you drank flower wine early this morning, and you don't have a sister by your side. How difficult is it to endure the long night?"

The corners of Zhang Ruoyu's lips curled up slightly, and he pursed his lips and said, "My sister is proficient in playing, playing and singing, but her main focus is to be unrestrained."

"What do you know?" Zhang Ruoyu hugged Xuebao's soft waist and asked close to him.

"Brother Zhang, please teach me." Xuebao's eyes were as charming as silk, he pressed his forehead against Brother Zhang's and bit his lip. "I learn quickly..."

Xuebao just finished speaking.

He used his dragon grip on the spot to attack Brother Zhang's weak spot.

With a smile on his face, he is extremely vulgar.

As the saying goes, a little separation is better than a new marriage.

The young couple couldn't separate themselves from each other, they were both fierce.

Later in the night.

Han Jiangxue, dripping with sweat, strongly condemned those guys who had little practical experience and could only talk on paper.

Why are there only tired oxen and no plowed fields?

Oil field?

The oil is gurgling, inexhaustible?

Olaf almost dried up to the point of sparks several times.

If you plow like this, you have to peel off the skin.

"How else are you a general?" Xuebao lay in Brother Zhang's arms angrily, feeling as if he had been punched a hundred times and was about to fall apart. "Brother Zhang, who wouldn't shudder after seeing your incredible fighting prowess? You'd be scared to death."