"Brother Zhang, do you think this old guy is giving me face or not?" Mr. Han asked angrily.
"I'm not sure." Zhang Ruoyu said calmly. "It seems that he takes you very seriously, but he doesn't listen to what you say. It's very contradictory."
Han Jiangxue put down her phone and said bitterly: "You self-righteous old guy, you've been like this all your life, go to sleep, Brother Zhang, I can't control this matter."
"sleep."
Zhang Ruoyu put out his cigarette and fell asleep.
The couple slept until noon. Han Jiangxue turned on her phone and saw a lot of missed calls and WeChat messages, which made her tired.
What's the use of looking for her?
That old guy doesn't give himself any face either.
Han Jiangxue threw away her cell phone, washed her face and brushed her teeth, put on her White Rabbit apron and made a sandwich for Brother Zhang.
Brother Zhang was nagging to himself last night that the food he had been eating recently was too greasy and he wanted to eat something light.
Xuebao took note of it and showed off his talents a little, making a sandwich that Brother Zhang was good at and boiling a pot of porridge.
It's a bit indifferent, but it's better in my heart.
After having a light lunch, Zhang Ruoyu began to pack his luggage and prepare to return to Binhai tonight.
Mr. Han also called to inform Han Laomo’s private plane and set the itinerary for the evening.
In the afternoon, the breeze in the courtyard was gentle and the sun was shining brightly.
Zhang Ruoyu made a pot of tea and lay rocking under the pavilion, while Mr. Han imitated Brother Zhang and watched short videos, waiting to go home in the evening.
There is quite a bit of tranquility in the quietness of the years.
For Fang Jingteng's uncle and nephew, everything in Yanjing City is good, and you can get whatever you want.
But for Brother Zhang and Xuebao, nowhere is as good as Binhai.
If it weren't for his aunt living in Yanjing, Zhang Ruoyu would never want to come here in his life.
Just looking at that day, it was not as clear as the seaside, and the undercurrent was even more surging.
After drinking tea for an afternoon, Zhang Ruoyu patted the abdominal muscles hanging out of his clothes, and said to Xuebao, who was addicted to his eyes: "Mr. Han, are your best friends going to practice it for you tonight?"
"I would have forgotten it if you didn't tell me." Han Jiangxue put away her phone and curled her lips. "I suspect that old Shen Jianxing is fake. I will have to mention the Fang family a few times during dinner later."
Zhang Ruoyu put down his tea cup and asked with a smile: "Putting aside external factors, what do you think of this matter?"
When Han Jiangxue heard this, she rolled her eyes at Zhang Ruoyu: "Brother Zhang, do you think I'm stupid? That Fang Jingteng would give me trouble for no reason?"
Han Jiangxue sat cross-legged on a chair in the pavilion, her red lips slightly opened and she said: "Don't think about it, it must be the enemy that the old man provoked in Yanjing City."
"Mr. Han is really smart." Zhang Ruoyu poured a cup of tea and handed it to Han Jiangxue.
"Sprinkle water." Han Jiangxue took a sip and said with her red lips raised. "Just let him handle this matter by himself. I don't want to take care of it. If I really let go, the gang of monsters and snake gods in Yanjing City will not be able to do anything in the future."
Do you think I, Han Jiangxue, am easy to bully? Then will I accompany Brother Zhang when you come to Yanjing to see your aunt?"
A soft look flashed across Zhang Ruoyu's eyes.
This girl thinks a lot and takes the overall situation into consideration.
"Brother Zhang, you are very talkative. Please greet Lao Shen for me later, so I won't tangle with her." Han Jiangxue slowly stood up and stood with her hands behind her hands. "I have to pick a more beautiful dress to look more stunning than Lao Shen.
"
After that, I walked into the house to find a beautiful princess dress and put on beautiful makeup.
In the evening, General Shen came to the courtyard carrying large and small bags.
They are all the characteristics of Yanjing City, and there are also some precious little gifts.
Brother Zhang cooks shirtless, not only showing off his extraordinary cooking skills, but also showing off his beautiful muscles that he has trained hard in Beimang for the next ten years.
General Shen's envious eyes were filled with blood.
Old Han, did you save the galaxy in your last fucking life?
Do you live this kind of arrogant and extravagant life every day?
Do you watch General Zhang eat with his muscles every day? Eat a delicious meal cooked by General Zhang himself?
"Come on, one of us sisters will leave. I will be returning to the army in a few days. See you next time. I don't know if it's the Year of the Monkey or the Horse." General Shen raised a glass.
Han Jiangxue gave General Shen a white look: "It sounds like we are parting from life and death. Brother Zhang and I are idle every day. If we can't, we will go to the army to see you."
"I'm not idle." Zhang Ruoyu sipped a glass of wine and curled his lips. "As the director of the catering department, without me, who will be able to solve the food problem for tens of thousands of people in Junsheng?"
Mr. Han flattened his lips and said coquettishly: "Brother Zhang, can't you take some time out of your busy schedule to accompany me to visit my best friend for a few days?"
"Of course!"
After confirming his social image of taking care of everything, Brother Zhang readily agreed.
General Shen had a toothache.
Even Brother Zhang's specialty braised pork tasted a bit sour when she ate it.
Ding dong.
General Shen was immersed in a crazy mood of envy when her cell phone rang.
It was a call from Mr. Fang.
As soon as the call was connected, Mr. Fang's sad, angry and desperate question sounded on the other side of the phone: "General Shen, didn't you go to Miss Han to plead for me? How do you plead for this favor?"
"Why now not only can my son and grandson not be able to return to Yanjing, but I can't even stay in Yanjing City?"
