In Xuebao's boudoir, the air suddenly became quiet.
Zhang Ruoyu stared at the string of zeros, his eyes red.
"Brother Zhang?" Han Jiangxue called tentatively.
"Hmm." Zhang Ruoyu made a weak nasal sound.
"What should I say?" Han Jiangxue murmured with red lips. "Do you really want to shout?"
Hearing this, Zhang Ruoyu suddenly stared at Han Jiangxue affectionately: "Xue Bao, I sacrificed myself last night. I was stabbed twice and almost died from Jiang Qingshan's gun."
"It's not too much to ask you to call me daddy for me, right?" Zhang Ruoyu stared at Han Jiangxue and spoke with emotion.
Han Jiangxue rolled her eyes: "You want money, I'll give it to you. My rich woman with a net worth of tens of billions will become a thief and her father for one billion? Are you scolding me?"
But he was slandering in his heart: Brother Zhang, you have changed, and one billion bought you off? You were not like this before.
"That's right." Zhang Ruoyu nodded slightly, then his face suddenly darkened. He held down the voice button and spat out a sentence in front of Xuebao: "Go away, you idiot."
Then he directly blocked Han Daowei.
"Brother Zhang is domineering." Han Jiangxue gave a thumbs up.
"Sprinkle water." Zhang Ruoyu stood up and stood with his hands behind his back, his face showing aloofness.
Brother Zhang walked towards the balcony. He didn't know if he was suffering from post-war traumatic syndrome. He felt that life was boring and he wanted to jump off the building.
He glanced back at Xuebao sitting on the bed, and the more he looked at it, the more disgusting he looked.
How can there be such an inconsiderate mother-in-law? How disgusting.
After clearing up the chaotic Taoist heart, Zhang Ruoyu kicked open the door of the little old lady's room like a bully, greeted the old lady Han who was having afternoon tea, and went home carrying a ten-pound Dahongpao.
Even if you drink stones, you will admit it. Anyway, you have no worries and no money in your pocket. What’s the point of living with a shy face?
Old Mrs. Han and Han Dong walked the couple to the door together. It wasn't until the two drove away that the old lady handed Han Dong a bank card without leaving a trace: "You're about to graduate? Take some money with you."
Han Dong was almost moved to tears.
There must be at least 50,000 in this card, right? Grandma is so kind!
"Grandma, I..." Han Dong took the bank card and was about to cry.
"Help grandma do something." Mrs. Han stood with her hands behind her hands.
"You said that my grandson will never give up even if he dies!" Han Dong vowed.
"Have you seen the way your sister walks?" Mrs. Han said with narrowed eyes.
"What kind of walking posture?" Han Dong raised his eyebrows, not sure why.
"The gap between her legs is too small." Old Mrs. Han said with sharp eyes. "At first glance, it seems that she has not been treated."
"——"
Han Dong's face turned red.
Is this what I can hear?
Grandma, my grandson still has zero foundation in this area.
"I'll have more drinks with your brother-in-law when I have time, preferably in the middle of the night. Men, how about drinking a few more glasses of horse urine with a vixen like your sister lying next to you?" Old Mrs. Han squinted her eyes, killing.
He said decisively, "If you can do this, you can take your pick of those supercars in the garage that are gathering dust."
Han Dong stamped his foot and saluted the old lady with a standard military salute: "Promise to complete the mission!"
After saying that, he turned around and ran away, wishing that he would give medicine to his brother-in-law and sister tonight and force them to have sex.
The little old lady smiled.
A granddaughter can be well-off, but a grandson cannot.
Who can she talk to to reason with her when she is useless? People will call her a stupid little old lady.
You have to be like Ruoyu, who has suffered enough and is used to being a monk, to be easily tempted by Xuebao.
If this is really a playboy, even if he is an angel, he will get tired of playing with him for a month.
It would be better to be like a fool, honest, simple, and have never seen the world. It would be better if Xuebao kissed her and her face would turn red and her heart would beat.
My dear granddaughter, grandma has done her best to be kind and righteous. It depends on your skill whether you can charm this little General Zhang to death and lock him up fiercely.
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"Where are you going? Aren't you going home?"
Zhang Ruoyu glanced at the scenery outside the window, this was not the way back to happiness.
"Go to the company." Han Jiangxue said lightly. "Mr. Liang asked me to introduce some financial talents who came back from Wall Street, saying that they may be useful in the future."
"I used to be in charge of military supplies in Beimang. I have done the buying and selling of tens of thousands of pigs and tens of thousands of cattle. Isn't it better than this group of financial talents who ponder numbers every day?" Zhang Ruoyu curled his lips and said. "A group of people who can only talk on paper.
You are so young, how can you have any practical experience?”
"If you're worried, come with me." Han Jiangxue raised the corners of her lips slightly and glanced sideways at Brother Zhang.
"Are you worried?" Zhang Ruoyu glared at Mr. Han fiercely. "It's best if you die. I'll just take away your property and pick up all the beautiful girls from all over the world."
Mr. Han has long been accustomed to Brother Zhang's harsh words and is not angry at all.
Instead, he said slowly: "It's up to you. Anyway, those people who came back from Wall Street are very enthusiastic. They are either close to each other or with their own hands. The scale is quite large."
"Are you shameless?" Zhang Ruoyu feigned anger and glared at Han Jiangxue. "You are a married woman doing this? Aren't you afraid of being pointed at your nose and scolded for your frivolity?"
"Who in Junsheng dares to scold me?" Mr. Han pursed his red lips and wanted to laugh.
The damn bastard thinks about domestic violence every day and curses at every turn.
In the end, aren't you afraid that you will get involved in others' affairs?
Ha, man.
Dudu.
Zhang Ruoyu's cell phone rang. It was Han Shixiao.
As soon as the connection was connected, before Han Shixiao could say anything, he opened his mouth and said, "Went to a nightclub? Did you date a dozen sexy girls? It's only three o'clock in the afternoon, my pretty sister probably hasn't gotten up yet? Hey, what are you so anxious about?"
I'll take you to a new store tonight. They're all female college students. I've reserved the seats. I've also canceled the girls you made an appointment with. I've been a little tired of it recently and want to change to something lighter."
Xuebao, who was driving, had a tense face and murderous intent in his eyes.
