Han Jiangxue was watching intently when Zhang Ruoyu suddenly shot her in the face with a gun.
"Still watching! Quickly wipe your mouth full of smacks!"
Han Jiangxue was so frightened that her delicate body trembled, but she saw Zhang Ruoyu blowing on the muzzle of the water gun coldly, as if to cool him down.
He picked up a towel and wiped his face and the corners of his mouth.
Han Jiang's face was like a snake's scorpion: "What nonsense are you talking about? I am thinking about Junsheng's development plan for the next ten years. This shot of yours has crushed all my blood and passion!"
Zhang Ruoyu raised his brows: "How much money do you need to earn for your ambitious development plan? Will your mouth water?"
Han Jiangxue sneered: "Shut up, Xiao Zhang, I am a female CEO with a net worth of tens of billions. Are you talking about money with me? Who are you scolding? I only talk about dreams."
Zhang Ruoyu hung up the sheets and curled his lips and said, "Dreamer, please change your clothes and go out. Your grandma has urged me on WeChat several times."
"oh."
Han Jiangxue took another peek at Brother Zhang's perfect back line and went back to the house to change clothes.
When I was choosing a gift for the little old lady, I looked at WeChat on my phone.
Why is this little old lady just urging that bastard and not even sending me a single WeChat message?
The last massacre WeChat message was sent in the early morning, and the content is as follows: "Have you arrived home safely? How is Ruoyu's injury? I heard that he was stabbed? It's not serious, right? Why is your child so careless? Ruoyu
Yu said you won't go to the hospital and you will stick to him? What if there are any sequelae, how do you want him to live the rest of his life? Don't sleep too much at night, keep an eye on Ruoyu more, he will have a headache and a fever, you
Send him to the hospital immediately. Ruoyu is a child with a hard mouth and a soft heart. He usually loves you, but he may not tell you when he feels uncomfortable. Keep an eye on him and don't act like a fool who can't tell what's going on between his eyebrows. Do you hear me?"
Mr. Han had a little insomnia last night, which was actually largely related to this massacre on WeChat.
Yes, this bastard is a bit manly, and he does have a tough mouth.
But who would believe that he was gritting his teeth and holding on despite the unbearable pain from his wound?
That night there was lightning, thunder, wind and rain, and it was the first time for Xuebao's yellow-flowered daughter to cover herself with a man. The bastard cried out that it hurt, but even told her to be gentle!
"What are you dawdling about!"
The neatly dressed Brother Zhang yelled, interrupting Mr. Han's divergent thoughts.
The more he thought about it, the angrier he became, and Mr. Han casually picked up a box of tea from the Han family and sent it back. This little old lady didn't deserve to worry about it!
When he went out, he saw Zhang Ruoyu wearing the expensive suit he bought for him, with his red lips slightly raised.
He looked up and down a few times. He was very handsome and manly. This bastard was just a clothes hanger.
But it's right to think about it. Your muscles have been trained like this. If you can't hold up a few sets of clothes, you'll be dead.
"Have you seen enough?" Zhang Ruoyu glared at Han Jiangxue. "You can see it without clothes, you can see it with clothes on, but you haven't seen a man?"
Mr. Han's heart trembled, his pretty face sank, and he grabbed his bag and ran away.
Zhang Ruoyu had a gloomy face, took out his pockets with both hands and followed him downstairs. He had nothing to carry, so he let Mr. Han carry everything.
Click.
Zhang Ruoyu opened the passenger door and got in.
Mr. Han is a little tempted to have a seizure. He has only been working as a driver for a few days and now he is giving up his job?
But thinking about the fact that this bastard got stabbed on his hands and feet trying to save himself last night, forget it, it's not safe to let him drive.
Mr. Han forced himself to forget the violent scene of Zhang Ge just upstairs twisting the sheets wildly.
"When I get to the Han family later, I will get angry with the little old lady and point my finger at her nose and scold her." Zhang Ruoyu said calmly. "Please cooperate."
Han Jiangxue's delicate body trembled and she asked doubtfully: "Why are you so angry?"
"Nonsense." Zhang Ruoyu said plausibly. "We have only been married for a month, and I have been implicated twice by you. Last time, I took care of the noobs. This time, they are a group of desperadoes. Pay them back.
Mom has a gun!"
"Can we still live like this?" Zhang Ruoyu asked with lingering fear.
Han Jiangxue pursed her lips and said: "Even if you want a divorce, why not help me get through the difficulties first? Otherwise, if I am killed by someone in the future, as my ex-husband, wouldn't you have to come to my grave in tears and kowtow?"
Zhang Ruoyu frowned: "People will say that I'm a wife-suppressing person! It's ruining my reputation!"
"That's right!" Han Jiangxue patted the steering wheel and said with added jealousy. "Brother Zhang, who are you, and I don't understand you yet? I won't allow you to bear such a reputation!"
Zhang Ruoyu glanced sideways at Han Jiangxue. This bitch wanted to stun herself: "Okay, we can talk about the divorce later, but my image as a bully in the Han family must be stabilized. When I arrived at the Han family later, I yelled and cursed vividly.
Describe what kind of narrow escape I went through last night. You pretended to stop me, and then I slapped you away, venting my inner anger and fear, as well as my fear of this marriage."
Mr. Han twitched the corner of his mouth and made a small comment: "I can cooperate, but you can't hit me."
Seeing that Zhang Ruoyu insisted on making the show real, Han Jiangxue said in a deep voice: "Before you came to the Han family, I was a bully in the Han family, covering the sky with my hands every day. If you want to hit me, I will not be able to live with you."
"Okay. Before I slap you, you pretend to be knocked away by the wind of my palm." Zhang Ruoyu curled his lips and said.
Feeling very bad.
Last night, for the sake of a fake show, Brother Zhang stabbed himself twice without saying a word.
Now you can’t even give me a slap?
Don’t you know how to sacrifice?
Along the way, Zhang Ruoyu kept thinking about the details of this big drama.
Mr. Han was frightened when he heard it, and he put forward appropriate suggestions for modifications from time to time.
Otherwise, according to Brother Zhang's plan, Mr. Han would not be able to leave the Han family alive today.
Bang!
After parking the car, Zhang Ruoyu jumped out of the car with a sullen face and walked towards Mrs. Han who was waiting eagerly at the door.
But before he started to perform, the little old lady came up to him with the support of Han Dong, shouting as he walked: "Oh, my grandson-in-law! You scared grandma to death! If something really happens to you, I will
I have to chop your wife and my unfilial grandson in half!"
