In order to break off the engagement, I made CEO Bingshan cry.

Han Jiangxue returned home, took off her makeup, took a nice bath, and prepared to go to bed.

As the birthday boy today, Mr. Han has the right to sleep on the bed, and Brother Zhang has no objection.

Ding dong.

Just as he lay on the bed, Mr. Han's cell phone rang.

It was a text message from an unknown number.

"Xue Bao, I heard that you cuckolded a man named Zhang? How did that idiot react?"

After reading the text message, Mr. Han replied "Go away" and immediately blacklisted him.

Ding dong.

Another text message came from another number.

"Xue Bao, don't worry. If that idiot shows any dissatisfaction or coldly bullies you, divorce him immediately. Dad will support you."

Mr. Han was furious and called directly: "Han, are you sick?"

"That's right, dad is terminally ill and will not die soon. The doctor said that he will die in three months at most. Xuebao, please be nice to me..."

On the other side of the phone, a nice uncle's voice sounded.

However, the more Han Jiangxue listened, the more disgusted she became, and she cursed: "Hurry up and die! When you die, I will definitely give you a few blows!"

After that, hang up the phone and block him.

"Who should I curse to death?"

After taking a shower, Brother Zhang walked into the house wearing pants and shirtless.

He was wiping his head with a towel and flexing his chest and abdominal muscles.

Mr. Han stared at the grooves in his abdominal muscles for a moment. They were shallower and narrower. Brother Zhang had lacked exercise recently.

"Who else could it be besides that old guy?"

Mr. Han curled his lips and pretended to look at his phone, but in fact he had been stealing glances at Brother Zhang's good figure.

If Brother Zhang continues to degenerate like this, he will not look good for a few days.

"Should I say it or not, that old guy really deserves a blowjob and his mouth is really mean." Zhang Ruoyu sat down on the floor and continued to wipe his hair.

Han Jiangxue pouted, hesitated, and said, "He said he is terminally ill and will die soon."

Hearing this, Zhang Ruoyu said earnestly, "Then you should be nicer to him."

"He loves her to death." Han Jiangxue was very resistant, as if she had an inextricable knot with Han Laomo.

"I mean, not only does he have you as a daughter, but he also has a son. He is really going to die. With so many assets, he has to find someone to inherit them." Zhang Ruoyu leaned against the window and lit a pipe, preparing for a rainy day. "You have to fight for it."

Han Jiangxue curled her lips and said, "I don't care about his dirty money!"

"I'm rare!"

Brother Zhang exhaled thick smoke and said in a deep voice: "I have been poor since I was a child. When I became a soldier, I ate a big pot of rice every day and slept on a hard bed. I am afraid of being poor!"

"Mr. Han, I hope you won't be too selfish and think about it for me!"

Han Jiangxue glanced at Zhang Ruoyu and knew that this bastard was talking nonsense again.

He said he was afraid of poverty and wanted money.But more than once, I secretly stuffed cards and checks into his bag, but he either tore them up or flushed them down the toilet, never willing to spend them.

In the final analysis, he just wanted to ease the relationship between himself and the old thing.

"Brother Zhang, I know your good intentions." Han Jiangxue said firmly. "But the grudge between me and him can't be explained in a sentence or two, so don't worry about it."

"You're thinking too much." Zhang Ruoyu flicked the ashes from his cigarette and said calmly. "What good intentions can I have? I just want to get some inheritance as the Han family's son-in-law."

Han Jiangxue glared at Brother Zhang, feeling a little annoyed.

I covered my head with the quilt and wanted to sleep, but I couldn't sleep.

Although he hates that old bastard, he has an insoluble grudge with him.

But he was really suffering from a terminal illness and died suddenly.

Han Jiangxue will not be happy either.

After all, it was his father who had doted on her since childhood, pampered her, and regarded her as the apple of his eye.

In addition to refusing to tell her her mother's life, death, identity, and why she had no mother since she was a child.

The old man was too kind to her.

Ten years ago, Han Jiangxue took the initiative to talk to the old guy about her mother.

She thought she had grown up and become an adult.

The old guy should no longer avoid talking and tell himself the whole truth.

But when she asked her mother what kind of person she was and whether she was still alive.

The old guy actually asked directly: What kind of mother do you imagine?Virtuous?Gentle?Loving?Or domineering?

If you want, I will take it home for you tonight.

If one isn't enough, dad, please feel sorry for yourself and bring ten mothers home for you!

Han Jiangxue was so furious that she turned against him on the spot, drove this shameless bastard out of the house, and threatened that from now on the Han family would be without him!

The old guy was really brave and moved out of Han's house overnight and left Binhai.

In the past ten years, he has never even returned to the Han family or hung out in front of Han Jiangxue.

At that time, Mr. Han was young and energetic and didn't care.

But on her first birthday in college, when she was walking alone on the campus playground to relieve her boredom, she also imagined that the old guy would suddenly fall from the sky like he did on his previous eighteen birthdays, giving herself a big surprise and shocking the whole school.

Regardless of whether it was flying a helicopter hovering in the sky over the playground or setting off fireworks across the city, the fireworks eventually converged into the words "Happy Birthday to my beloved daughter Han Jiangxue."

Or they might create a grand party and treat all the teachers and students of the school to eat king crab or a Manchu banquet.

These crazy operations are in line with the old guy's style.

But that night, Han Jiangxue wandered alone in the playground until midnight, and the old bastard didn't even come down to earth, and he didn't even send a blessing message.

She spent her first birthday alone.

That night, she began to learn to protect herself and no longer rely on anyone.

Even the old bastard who had pampered her since childhood couldn't count on her.

Who else could she count on?

Taking a deep breath, Han Jiangxue, who was hiding under the quilt, picked up a number and sent a text message.

"Are you really terminally ill?"

Ding dong.

The old guy replied instantly: "Fake."

"Dad can't bear to die in front of you."