Shen Muhua's expression froze and she glared at her cousin Zhao Cang: "What are you doing?"
You, a retired high-ranking general from Beimang, what kind of salute would you give to a cook?
Shouldn't he kneel down and salute you?
Chen Muhua is a bit confused.
Mr. Han was very calm.
Even the current Beimang marshal Long Fei gave Brother Zhang face, and the leaders of the eight ace divisions all called my brother.
Why is a mere high-ranking general talking shamelessly in front of my brother Zhang?
Are you really treating yourself like a dish? It’s so funny.
Zhao Cang was extremely excited and excited.
Even the country published an obituary in the highest-profile news.
Beimang also held a grand burial ceremony in Binhai.
Zhao Cang originally thought that he could only go down to see General Zhang when he was a hundred years old.
Unexpectedly, he would meet the God in his heart on such an occasion!
His brain exploded and his blood boiled.
The only reason he had was to warn him frantically not to recognize him or call him General Zhang.
General Zhang is dead.
The man standing in front of me is Zhang Ruoyu, a retired cook from Beimang!
"Xiao Zhao?"
Zhang Ruoyu took out his pockets with both hands, stopped in front of Zhao Cang, and said calmly: "What are you doing here?"
Zhao Cang was excited and incoherent, his face flushed.
Just as he was about to explain, he heard his cousin General Shen say coldly: "Nothing, just a date with your ex-wife for a blind date."
"A date?" Zhang Ruoyu raised his eyebrows and glanced at Zhao Cang. "A blind date?"
"No." Zhao Cang almost cursed.
My surname is Shen, I am your cousin!
"I'm here to pay homage to General Zhang..." Zhao Cang was sweating profusely.
Stealing his wife from General Zhang?
Cuckold General Zhang?
Three hundred thousand Bei Mang troops can crush him to ashes! Bomb him to pieces!
"oh."
Zhang Ruoyu nodded lightly, walked around Xuebao, and sat down on the chair casually.
Olaf was a little nervous.
On the phone just now, she was disrespectful to Brother Zhang and spoke shamelessly.
At this moment, I am very worried that Brother Zhang will not save face for me and will cause trouble in public.
"Sit down."
Zhang Ruoyu took a sip of tea and glanced at Zhao Cang, who was tense all over.
When Zhao Cang heard this, he only sat down halfway, fearing that General Zhang would suddenly give an order and not stand up immediately.
Shen Muhua looked more and more uncomfortable, and pushed Zhao Cang again: "What do you mean? He is a cook who can dominate you?"
Zhao Cang's face darkened and he said word by word: "We in Beimang never look at positions, only seniority. Brother Zhang has been my big brother for ten years in Beimang. Don't talk about me. Even General Zhang met Brother Zhang. Everyone must salute.”
Chen Muhua frowned and said, "Then are you still going to deal with him?"
Zhao Cang's face turned green.
tidy?
If I weren't related to you, I would have spoken nonsense against you, General Zhang, and I'll see if I don't kill you!
"What do you think?" Zhao Cang glared at General Shen.
"Oh." Shen Muhua flexed her muscles a few times and said calmly, "It seems I will have to do it myself in a while."
"Xiao Shen, how have I offended you?" Zhang Ruoyu took a few bites of the food and said, neither salty nor indifferent. "Are you so hostile to me?"
"A domestically violent man like you, a scumbag, will be punished by everyone." Shen Muhua narrowed her eyes and said, "I hate men who beat women the most in my life!"
Zhang Ruoyu raised his eyebrows and glanced at Mr. Han: "Is it all my fault that I hit you?"
Xuebao's delicate body trembled, a little hesitant.
But under the intimidation of Brother Zhang's eyes, Xuebao's red lips slightly opened and said: "One slap won't make a sound."
"Did you hear that?" Zhang Ruoyu said calmly. "Who are you? Are you so lenient?"
Hey!
What does this damn Xuebao mean? Switching sides in the face of battle?
You can't even give a damn slap in the face?
If he slaps you on the face, see if it makes any difference!
"Zhao Cang, let me ask you, no matter what the conflict between the couple is, if a man hits a woman, does it mean that he needs to be punished? Should he be taught a lesson?" Shen Muhua's teeth itched with anger.
"It's hard to say."
Zhao Cang pondered for a moment, pursed his lips and said: "In ancient times, when a man beat his wife, it was called family law, and it was protected by law."
"This is the fucking 21st century!" Shen Muhua almost overturned the table.
What are these two things?
Isn’t he just a cook? Isn’t he just a door-to-door son-in-law?
Look, what scares you two is that this domestic violence man can eat people?
"What's wrong with the twenty-first century?" Zhao Cang said hard. "Which man doesn't feel heartbroken when he beats his wife? It's not like a knife piercing his heart? Cousin, it's not my cousin who said you are too narrow-minded."
"If you ask me, if a man hits his wife, he is hitting the concubine, and the pain is in the husband's heart."
"Fuck you!" Shen Muhua pushed Zhao Cang off the table and cursed. "Are you f**king crazy?"
Bang bang.
Zhang Ruoyu tapped the table lightly and said calmly: "Xiao Shen, pay attention to your quality."
Chen Muhua went crazy with anger.
She glanced at Zhao Cang, who was holding back and aggrieved, and then at Han Jiangxue, who was looking around. She was so angry that she wished she could kill this bastard.
"Old Han, please tell me something." Shen Muhua stood up and gritted her teeth. "As long as you want revenge, I will kill him now!"
Looking at her best friend's timid appearance, she always felt that Lao Han was frightened and had a psychological shadow.
She watched "Don't Talk to Strangers" when she was a child, so she can probably understand her best friend's mood.
Mr. Han curled his lips and said: "I will remarry Brother Zhang soon, please stop meddling in other people's business."
Chen Muhua jumped up and was about to scold old Han Tian for being shameless and insulting women.
Zhao Cang suddenly raised his waist and stretched out his hands to General Zhang: "Congratulations, Brother Zhang, I am sure to drink this cup of wedding wine!"
"——"
Chen Muhua's outlook was shattered and she slumped down on the chair, her mind was muddled and her pretty face turned pale with anger.
Ding dong.
Chen Muhua's cell phone rang, and it was a WeChat message.
She didn't want to read it, but when she saw the WeChat note, it was Zhao Cang who was sitting next to her.
She was shocked, but remained calm.
What's the meaning?
What can't be said face to face, why should I send it via WeChat?
Could it be that this young man is mature and prudent and thinks that humiliating and punishing her ex-husband in front of Lao Han will make her lose face?
Are you going to take this violent man to a back alley and beat him up after dinner?
Shen Muhua glanced at Zhao Cang with admiration, then opened WeChat, preparing to reply: I'll beat him to death later!
But after reading WeChat, she was completely numb.
My hands and feet were numb, my plump buttocks felt like they were being stabbed by a thousand needles, and I couldn't sit still.
Just one sentence on WeChat: The man sitting opposite you is the man you long for, Zhang Xiangbei.
