The woman, who was dragging her luggage and preparing to board the plane, received several text messages on her mobile phone.
She read it several times, her expression became strange, and a trace of anger flashed across her eyebrows: "The meeting only involved the participation of Beimang's senior officials, not all about Beimang's affairs."
"You can only talk to me about that part about Beimang."
The man on the phone had a very tough attitude.
"And, from now on, you can only talk to me about matters that have nothing to do with Beimang."
"Stop asking, I've already said hello."
Looking at these harsh text messages, the woman felt offended and humiliated.
She has been a leader for so many years, and she has always forced others to do whatever they want. No one has ever dared to force her.
Especially for this kind of important meeting, even she didn't dare to play with it. However, this man named Zhang showed his power to bully others, pressed his head, and forced himself to stay in Binhai.
Moreover, you have to come to talk to him.
In this world, there has never been a first meeting between mother-in-law and son-in-law. It was mother-in-law who took the initiative to visit her son-in-law's house.
Mars doesn’t even have this custom!
The woman tore up her boarding pass and walked out of the airport with a cold face.
While walking, he also sent a WeChat message: "Put your husband on me?"
…
After Han Jiangxue learned the news, she returned to her room with a gloomy face.
Han Laomo wandered into the kitchen, wanting to discuss with the cook how to deal with Xuebao's rage that might break out at any time.
"Don't just eat and work." Zhang Ge, who was wearing an apron, said, "Peel off those garlic heads."
"Ouch, how can I still have the appetite to eat?" Han Laomo lit a cigarette and sighed. "I'm going to be homeless again soon."
"I'm not telling you, no matter whether it's a life at home or a love marriage, you can't get used to anything." Brother Zhang said with overwhelming force. "Do you think Mr. Han dares to lose his temper with me? No matter whether at home or outside, she dares
If you say no, you will be beaten and kicked when you get home."
"A good wife emerges from under a stick." Brother Zhang said coldly.
Old Devil Han raised his eyebrows and said, "Okay, stop talking too much, I'm busy and I don't have time to talk nonsense with you."
After a pause, he couldn't help complaining: "Are you so fucking awesome that you are still here making midnight snacks in the middle of the night?"
Brother Zhang curled his lips and said, "How can you afford your daughter's cooking skills?"
"That's right...sigh." Old Demon Han frowned and couldn't get up.
It doesn't matter to others. This time I offended my daughter so much that she will suffer a lot in the future.
"Stop wasting your time and quickly set up a plate. Your ex-wife will be here in a moment." Brother Zhang pushed Mr. Han.
"Ah?" Han Laomo's face darkened. "Isn't she already at the airport?"
"The airport is not owned by her family, so she can fly as she says?" Zhang Ruoyu raised his eyebrows, looking crazy and illogical.
Old Demon Han was stunned.
Then I understood something.
He exhaled a foul breath and patted the cook's shoulder hard: "Dad owes you a favor, and I will definitely pay it back in the future."
"Go away." Brother Zhang laughed and scolded, then gave him a false kick.
Han Laomo turned around to arrange the dishes. While doing so, he gossiped: "Xiao Zhang, who is stronger inside that wall, you or she? I saw the way she was holding it, and I felt like she dared to walk sideways inside.
"
"It's hard to say who is fiercer." Zhang Ruoyu grinned, his face full of evil. "But I am hot, so this is a plus."
Old Mo Han gave a thumbs up. The cook was almost as good at spoiling Xuebao as he was.
Even my mother-in-law is not used to it.
He looks so much like his dad.
…
As soon as Han Jiangxue lay down, she received a WeChat message from the woman.
"Press your husband against me?"
Just with these few words, Mr. Han could feel the rage of the woman on the other side of the screen, and she was jumping over the wall.
"You can also use your husband to suppress me." Mr. Han replied on WeChat.
First of all, a woman does not have a husband.
If there is, then it is Old Devil Han.
The pure blood of the father and daughter suppresses each other.
There is no room for maneuver.
"What are you so arrogant about?" the woman replied coldly.
"I'm not arrogant easily." Han Jiangxue sat up, with high morale. "Unless I can't help it."
Although I don’t know what Brother Zhang did.
But looking at the woman's angry look, her next trip must be very unsatisfactory.
If a woman is not comfortable, she is too comfortable.
Dong Dong.
Brother Zhang, who smelled of oil, stood at the door of the room and knocked on the door: "Eat chicken."
Mr. Han climbed out of bed in a beautiful mood, dragged Brother Zhang to pick out an elegant evening dress, and put on a light make-up. He turned to ask Brother Zhang: "Brother Zhang, is this okay?"
"It's so beautiful." Zhang Ruoyu smiled slightly, his eyes full of doting.
In the first half of the year, Xuebao did all the things he should do, what he shouldn't do, what he could and couldn't do for himself.
Even her own nature has changed.
In the second half of his life, Zhang Ruoyu had to do something for Xuebao.
Doesn’t poor Xuebao just want to see his mother?
Is it that difficult?
Brother Zhang’s words.
Mr. Han rewarded Brother Zhang with a sweet kiss, and pulled Brother Zhang's oily arm hard: "Brother Zhang, sit next to me in a moment and support me."
"Of course, Xuebao, you can feel free to rush forward later." Zhang Ruoyu's dark eyes flashed with determination. "We in Beimang specialize in fighting elites."
