Xuebao flattened his lips and said, "In order to survive bravely, I suffer from anger every day."
Zhang Ruoyu carried the tea cake and sat down on the sofa: "It's your choice, Mr. Han."
"I'm not angry at all, and I live with a lot of integrity."
"But I'm always in fear, and every now and then I'm blocked by hundreds of people on the road and beaten."
As soon as Mr. Han heard this, he felt aggrieved on the spot: "Oh, it's not easy."
Seeing Zhang Ruoyu sitting on the sofa and starting to watch short videos, Han Jiangxue raised her eyebrows and asked: "Brother Zhang, do you know what day next Monday is?"
"I don't know." Brother Zhang's eyes were sharp, his brows were furrowed, and he was obsessed with it.
"Guess." Han Jiangxue asked with interest.
"Take a guess." Brother Zhang said impatiently. "If you fart, let it go."
Mr. Han's beautiful eyes widened, and she slammed her white hand on the table. Her pretty face turned pale in pain: "Asshole! You just took my tea cake, can you be nicer? Believe it or not, I will take all the tea cakes in the future."
Throw it in the trash can?”
Brother Zhang then restrained his arrogant attitude, put down his cell phone, and said solemnly: "How could I forget what day next Monday is?"
"Oh?" Han Jiangxue's red lips curled up slightly as she asked, "What day is it?"
This bastard actually remembered his birthday?
Look at this guy who is just messing around all day long, without any formality, yet he is as careful as his hair...
Snap.
Zhang Ruoyu lit a cigarette and said with deep eyes: "Ten years ago, I gave up literature and took up martial arts and became an outstanding soldier of the people. That is to say, ten years ago today, I became a glorious cook soldier."
Breathing out thick smoke, Zhang Ruoyu's expression was a little solemn: "If I remember correctly, ten years ago next Monday, I held a butcher's knife in my hand and chopped up a three hundred kilogram sow with my own hands."
"That was the first time in my life that I went on a killing spree. The hot pig blood splashed all over my face."
"Afterwards, I buried the pig bones with my own hands and erected a monument for her. I still remember what the epitaph said: great life, glorious death."
Zhang Ruoyu slowly raised his rough hands, with a sad expression on his face: "From now on, every next Monday, I will worship her, confess and pray in front of her grave, and shed tears of regret."
"But I know very well that the reason why China has made its people rich and powerful and its country has achieved national rejuvenation is precisely because there are thousands of great warriors like her behind the scenes who are making selfless contributions."
"They threw their heads, spilled their blood, went up the mountain of knives and got down into the frying pan. Even though they were cut into pieces with thousands of knives, their bones were shattered and ashes were thrown away, they had no regrets."
The atmosphere in the president's office became solemn.
Seeing Zhang Ruoyu immersed in sadness and dejection, Han Jiangxue lost all interest.
He even wanted to comfort Brother Zhang.
"Don't be like this..." Mr. Han said gently. "She is just a pig."
"Even a pig can shoulder the mission of the great rejuvenation of the nation!" Zhang Ruoyu shouted passionately and heroically. "We, as a generation, should strive to constantly strive for self-improvement! Be loyal to the army and serve the country!"
Mr. Han brainwashed Brother Zhang. His blood was hot and his brain was boiling. He wanted to rush to the front line immediately and kill the enemy on the battlefield.
But soon she secretly spat at herself: You are a married woman who can’t carry her shoulders and lift her hands. What are you thinking about? Can’t you just live your little life well?
If the sky falls, it will not be your turn to rise up!
"Actually, next Monday is not only a day for you to go on a killing spree, but also a good day to be happy about." Han Jiangxue blinked and tried.
"Oh? What day?" Zhang Ruoyu frowned, and in the depths of his dark eyes, there was a trace of narrow-mindedness.
"Next Monday, I will be twenty-eight years old." Han Jiangxue said emotionally.
"Based on the actual age, we are thirty." Zhang Ruoyu sighed. "Xue Bao, in the blink of an eye, even you are old. Time flies so fast."
Is twenty-eight too old?
In a big city like Binhai where late marriage and late childbearing are common, this CEO’s marriage at an early age is a perfect one!
"I'm not old. My mental age is only eighteen. I'm still young." Han Jiangxue defended.
"Okay, you're going to be the birthday boy soon, you have the final say." Zhang Ruoyu put out his cigarette and said casually. "Don't say I'm not affectionate. On the day of your birthday, I'll personally cook a big meal for you as a reward.
You are about to run for fourth place."
Mr. Han curled his lips and said: "Xiao Zhang, you come from a humble background, I don't blame you. But we rich people don't like to eat at home when we have birthdays."
"Going to a restaurant?" Zhang Ruoyu raised his eyebrows.
"Let's go to a big restaurant!" Han Jiangxue said in high spirits. "Next Monday, Junsheng International Hotel, the largest six-star hotel in Binhai, will serve me wholeheartedly. I will entertain a thousand tables, collect gifts lavishly, and make sure this birthday dinner is a sensation all over the world.
City! The stars are shining brightly!”
Zhang Ruoyu glanced at Han Jiangxue with disdain: "Mr. Han, you are on such a scale that it seems like you are celebrating your last birthday. Aren't you afraid that rumors will spread and our Junsheng stock price will plummet?"
"Bah!" Han Jiangxue raised her eyebrows. "I will do this every year in the future! And it will get bigger and bigger every year! I am rich, but I am too panicked!"
Zhang Ruoyu curled his lips and said: "Mr. Han, I suggest you go to the hospital for a check-up. I suspect that you have severe hunger and thirst syndrome due to eating syndrome. Find ways to eat at the banquet. If you can't eat other people's, just open a banquet yourself."
First she wanted to eat at her father's funeral banquet, but now that she couldn't eat anymore, she wanted to eat at her own wedding banquet.
As a result, I couldn't even wait three to five months, so I decided to have surgery on my birthday.
When you turn twenty-eight, you will have a birthday party.
If you want to say that she doesn't have the syndrome, even Brother Zhang wouldn't believe it.
