Zhang Ruoyu, who received the little old lady's WeChat message asking for help, took a sip of the freshly brewed Dahongpao.
"Tens of thousands of people blocking the door? It seems that the royal family is really powerful."
"The Royal Family is indeed top-notch..."
The little old lady took some time off from her busy schedule and replied to a WeChat message: "Ruoyu, don't be useless, come and protect me."
After sending the WeChat message, the little old lady handed the phone to Mr. Huang who was sitting opposite: "You have also seen it. I have said everything that should be said and what should not be said. The atmosphere has been heightened to this point. If my grandson-in-law is still
If you don’t want to come, you can’t blame me.”
"You are his wife's biological grandmother..." Mr. Huang said in a deep voice. "Is he so unemotional?"
After saying that, Mr. Huang looked back at the three or five rotten fish and shrimps following him.
Where did these tens of thousands of people come from?
Do you really think it’s free? You have to pay an appearance fee.
"You think he is my worthless son?"
The little old lady cast a sidelong glance at her old enemy: "My Ruoyu is known to be domineering and domineering. Don't call me a little old lady. He even beats and kicks his own wife at every turn."
"Are you quite proud?" Mr. Huang twitched the corner of his mouth.
"You can't even talk about being proud."
The little old lady's face showed the pride of Mr. Huang: "I can only say that I am a little proud."
The little old lady rolled her eyes at Mr. Huang: "After all, your daughter, who talks about her so much every day, got pregnant by my wicked son who is nothing, and her reputation collapsed."
"Look at my granddaughter again. She is usually quiet and quiet, but she deceived the heartthrob General Zhang into becoming the house husband."
"Tsk..."
The little old lady clicked her tongue provocatively: "You can't say that you have to judge your superiority. I can only say that as a woman, if you have the virtue of your daughter, then you should die."
"Han Zhujun, you are going too far!" Mr. Huang blew his beard angrily and glared.
"I know you're jealous, but can you stop being jealous first?"
The little old lady was playing with her mobile phone, as if she had let go all her grievances of the past thirty years: "Your sons are still soaking in the sea. We are here drinking hot tea, blowing on the heater, and eating
The sweet and delicious hot breakfast, and then thinking about their situation, I, an outsider, can't bear it."
"you…"
Mr. Huang was so angry that he was so angry.
This 8-year-old woman is still the same as before, angry to death and not willing to pay for her life.
No wonder even her beloved disciples rebelled and were at odds with her!
"Why don't you give General Zhang a call?" Mrs. Han grinned evilly, with an evil look on her face. "In terms of status, you are considered General Zhang's grandfather after all. How can he not give you face?"
After saying that, Mrs. Han handed the phone to Mr. Huang.
The latter froze and did not dare to answer.
If you really want to give me face, you won't throw my useless sons into the sea.
What good intentions can this eighth-grandmother have?
She just wants to see herself embarrassed!
Mr. Huang's eyes fell on his eldest son who was hiding in the corner pretending to be working and looking at his mobile phone. He grunted: "Hit me!"
"Ah?" Boss Huang raised his head with a bewildered face and looked at his father with innocent eyes. "What are you fighting for? Dad, I have repeatedly emphasized before coming here that Grandma Han is your old comrade-in-arms and has comrades.
,How could you hit her old man?"
Mr. Huang was so angry that he almost overturned the table.
Not only did this kid not obey orders, he simply pretended to be crazy, as if he didn't hear a word of what he said to Old Mrs. Han so loudly just now!
"I want you to call Uncle Han and beg him to do good and be kind and give your stinky brothers a way out!" Mr. Huang said through gritted teeth.
"My brothers have been spoiled since childhood and have perverse temperaments. I have repeatedly taught them to be kind to others and not to be aggressive and aggressive at every turn."
Even if I beat Boss Huang to death, he won't make this call.
"I think this trip to Binhai may not be a bad thing for them. At least it will make them understand what it means that there are people outside the world and mountains beyond the mountains." Mr. Huang said righteously. "Binhai is absolutely illegal.
A foreign land."
Mr. Huang was so angry that he felt dizzy.
Mrs. Han, however, cast an appreciative and pertinent look at Boss Huang: "Old fellow, what your eldest son taught you is just like that."
"Why didn't you educate your daughter well? Isn't the patriarchal mentality too serious?" Mrs. Han said meaningfully. "I remember when you were forty years old, but you were in charge of propaganda work. Your thoughts
It should be very advanced."
Mr. Huang was very frustrated.
He slammed the table and glared at Mrs. Han angrily: "Han Zhujun, don't fucking force me to fall out!"
When Mrs. Han heard this, her face was full of fear.
Like a little naughty boy, he looked at Zhang Ruoyu who had appeared at the door at some unknown time.
"Ruoyu, this big shot from the capital uses his power to bully others and wants to bully me, an old man who stays behind!"
The royal father and his son suddenly turned around and saw the tall and mighty Zhang Ruoyu standing at the door.
Mr. Huang only glanced at it and continued to "work" with his head down, ignoring what was going on outside the window.
Mr. Huang, the corner of his mouth twitched, and he felt like he was sitting on pins and needles.
When he wanted to get up, he felt that he was his grandfather after all. He had no face and couldn't afford it. His butt was so hot that he couldn't sit still...
"How are you going to fall out?"
Zhang Ruoyu walked over.
Even though he is one person, he is like an army of thousands, swallowing up mountains and rivers with force.
Others may not feel anything when they see this cook.
But back then, Boss Huang had seen with his own eyes the majestic appearance of this young general commanding 300,000 Bei Mang troops.
He even knows her grandson-in-law better than Mrs. Han...
"I was just joking with my old comrades. Can this be taken seriously? The situation is too small." Mr. Huang's voice was tight and he did not dare to act like a grandpa at all.
"oh."
Zhang Ruoyu walked over.
Although it didn't show any mountains or water, it frightened the royal family and his son.
Only those who don’t know can be fearless.
I knew it, and I was stunned.
"Old man Deng, when are you going to explode the gold coins?"
"Your son Huang Liujia is still waiting to inherit your family business and live on your table."
Don't wait for Mr. Huang to get angry.
Zhang Ruoyu narrowed his eyes and said, "Don't get excited, I'm just making an ethical statement, but it's really not a big deal."
