In the car, Han Shixiao seemed to be focusing on driving, but in fact he kept stealing glances at Brother Zhang, feeling infinite emotions in his heart.
Brother Zhang’s damn charisma…
In just over a month, he completely conquered Shen Yunzhao, the last of the four villains in Binhai.
Mr. Shen not only came to surrender, but also broke with Binhai Tiantuan...
Zhang Ruoyu glanced at his uncle who was driving carelessly: "You also think something is fishy?"
"Ah?" Han Shixiao was stunned. "What's weird?"
"I suspect that Shen Yunchao is playing a trick to gain my trust by pretending to surrender, and then cooperates with Lu Shaoqing and others to drive us out!" Zhang Ruoyu said in a deep voice. "He and I have a grudge against my wife. This hatred How can he give up if we are not together?"
"Brother Zhang is far-sighted." Han Shixiao nodded heavily. "When I think about it carefully, I feel something is wrong."
"You can investigate in private." Zhang Ruoyu ordered. "See if he really broke up with Lu Shaoqing."
"What if we really break up?" Han Shixiao asked. "Will you accept this younger brother?"
"Brother Xiao, I'm not talking about you. In terms of temperament and appearance, you are still three points as charming as me. But in terms of wisdom, you are far inferior to me." Zhang Ruoyu's face was filled with hatred that iron cannot be made into steel. "Before I came to Binhai, he chased after me. I have been with Mr. Han for five years. Five years! How many five years can there be in life?"
"Do you think he will give up on Mr. Han? As the saying goes, a gentleman does not stand behind a dangerous wall. And as the saying goes, how can he allow others to sleep soundly beside the bed?"
"I consider him my little brother, and he teaches me how to be a cuckold?"
Han Shixiao suddenly realized it and thought deeply: "Listen to Brother Zhang and save ten years of beatings."
"Back in Beimang, how could I go out without thousands of younger brothers following me? How could a mere eldest son of the Shen family be assigned to be my younger brother? What a joke." Brother Zhang opened the car window and lit a cigarette, his face full of aloofness.
Han Shixiao twitched the corner of his mouth but said nothing.
Brother Zhang is good at everything, but he has a problem. He likes to brag and gets out of breath after just two words of praise.
"Brother Zhang, are you going to the Tang family?"
Han Shixiao focused on driving.
"I won't go." Zhang Ruoyu curled his lips and said, "Brother Sihai can only get along occasionally. He can share the blessings, but he refuses to take the responsibility for the difficulties."
Han Shixiao didn't say anything.
But he felt that Brother Sihai was a little unfair.
The difficulty was caused by you, Brother Zhang, but the blessing was made by Brother Sihai himself.
Brother Sihai can't be lucky enough to think about you. If you are in trouble, he will help you even if you are in trouble, right?
Brother Sihai is not your father.
"I decided to dry out Brother Sihai and let him reflect on it." Zhang Ruoyu said calmly. "If friendship plays like this, it will fade away."
"Understood." Han Shixiao nodded.
"Go to Junsheng." Zhang Ruoyu said.
Han Shixiao raised his eyebrows and was very dissatisfied: "Brother Zhang, you just said today that you would relax for ten days and a half, and it has only been less than a day, and you are breaking your promise?"
"What's so good about going to work? What's there about Junsheng that's worth remembering for you? Don't you get tired of facing the young lady every day?"
My uncle was a little excited.
As the vice president of Junsheng Paddling, Han Shixiao had some ideological baggage since he skipped work before. But since Brother Zhang entered Junsheng, he has been liberated and made an iron rule that as long as Brother Zhang skips work, he will follow him to the death.
What's going on now?
Brother Zhang, do you like working so much?
Brother Zhang glanced sideways at Han Shixiao and said coldly: "Who are you scolding? When did I say I was going back to work?"
"Why are you going back to Junsheng if you don't go to work?" My uncle was a little angry.
"Mr. Han just sent a WeChat message saying that someone sent a few pieces of tea cakes that are more expensive than gold in order to curry favor with her, and asked me to go to her office to get some." Zhang Ruoyu sneered. "What do you mean? Do you suspect that I am addicted to working? Don't blame me.
If I take sick leave, even if I sit in the office full of energy, no one can force me to sacrifice a single brain cell for work!"
Han Shixiao said arrogantly: "This is Brother Zhang in my mind!"
"What do you think?" Brother Zhang looked aloof and arrogant.
Han Shixiao stepped on the accelerator and headed straight for Junsheng.
Bang!
Brother Zhang kicked open the door to the president's office.
Yuan was startled.
I almost pulled out the knife.
Mr. Han calmly picked up the beef and took a sip: "Mei Yuan, calm down."
While he was talking, Zhang Ruoyu walked into the room with his hands in his pockets, his face full of excitement.
In Junsheng, who else but this bastard would dare to break into the president's office without knocking or getting permission?
Yuan Mei still lacked experience in the world of martial arts. Mr. Han was a little disappointed and planned to go back and train her hard.
"Where's the tea cake?" Zhang Ruoyu looked around.
"Yuan, help Xiao Zhang get the tea cake." Mr. Han put down the tea cake slowly and with great airs.
Yuan pouted, did not move, opened the magazine and continued reading.
He also learned how to use it flexibly, imitating Mr. Han and crossing his legs.
"It's in that cabinet." Mr. Han pursed his lips, raised his white bare fingers and pointed.
"Oh." Zhang Ruoyu picked up a briefcase, filled it with tea cakes, and was about to leave.
This damn working atmosphere is really suffocating.
In order to avoid hearing the sound of typing on the keyboard, my uncle didn't even leave the parking lot and waited downstairs.
"Xiao Zhang, just wait for me. I'll get off work after finishing the things at hand." Mr. Han said calmly, a strange color flashed across his beautiful eyes.
"Mr. Han, I'm asking for sick leave." Zhang Ruoyu frowned. "You have no right to order me to do anything."
"Brother Zhang." Mr. Han softened his tone and said coquettishly. "I am not only your leader, but also your wife..."
If you don’t want to wait for the boss, then it’s not difficult to pick up your wife from her next shift, right?
This time, before Brother Zhang could react, Yuan split his hands and tore up the magazine and stood up suddenly: "It's so disgusting."
