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

After Mu Wushuang saw the marriage certificate that Han Jiangxue had photographed handsomely, her eyes turned red and her mentality collapsed.

He almost chopped up Han Jiangxue.

"Anxious?"

After Han Jiangxue slammed the marriage certificate, she carefully put it away and safely put it into a luxury bag with a look of disdain.

"It's just a marriage, is it locked? Can't divorce?" Mu Wushuang suppressed the ancient power in his body and said calmly. “Do you know how high the divorce rate is this year?”

"With a few less free-spirited women like you, the price can be lowered a lot."

Han Jiangxue narrowed her eyes and said, with the boss's temperament in place.

"She sounds like a housewife as soon as she opens her mouth." Mu Wushuang said in an arrogant tone as he argued with each other. "I think you can seduce the general for a few days."

"When I get older and lose my charm," Han Jiangxue wrote lightly. "You also became a daylily."

"Who would find an old cucumber for their second marriage?"

Mu Wushuang almost broke the defense.

Her pretty face turned green and red, and her eyes were about to bleed.

Don't they all say that the person named Han has a heart of snakes and scorpions and is a cold queen?

What the hell is the difference between this and a shrew at the market?

Look at what she said. Is it human?Is this what a highly educated, domineering president in charge of a billion-dollar group should say?

Mu Wushuang took a deep breath.

He was so favored in Beimang, but he never expected that he would be so angry that he almost fainted as soon as he had a confrontation with Han.

Can the general tolerate such a naughty young lady?How frustrating is life after marriage?

The general spent his whole life in the army and was an unparalleled scholar, so why did he marry such a bastard?

The sky is unfair, God has no eyes!

"It's over?"

Han Jiangxue glanced at Mu Wushuang, who was holding his breath and said nothing: "Go on, I took an entire afternoon off to come and be with you."

"What are you crazy about?" Mu Wushuang said coldly. "Why don't you go to Beimang and ask around? The general and I were childhood sweethearts. If I hadn't gone abroad to study for half a year, would it be your turn?"

"Oh." Han Jiangxue's expression remained unchanged as she took out her cell phone, called Long Fei, and imitated Brother Zhang, pressing the speakerphone button.

"Afei, sister-in-law wants to ask you something." Han Jiangxue opened her thin lips slightly and spoke calmly.

"Sister-in-law, please tell me everything you know." Long Fei's attitude was very upright.

"Mu Wushuang said that my husband and I were childhood sweethearts and childhood sweethearts. They were famous in Beimang for being talented and handsome, and a golden boy." Han Jiangxue paused briefly and asked. "Is this happening?"

Long Fei gave the answer without thinking: "Sister-in-law, don't listen to her farts."

"She is just a pure bitch. Because her grandfather is the founder of Beimang, she seduces the God of War of Beimang in various ways. Not to mention the general, she won't even let me go."

Long Fei's tone was decisive, as if he and Mu Wushuang were at odds with each other.

But just last night, when he learned that his good sister Mu Wushuang had returned to China, he was the first to send a WeChat message to greet Wushuang. He also said that he would lead the eight heavenly kings to accompany him for a drink until he was drunk.

Mu Wushuang listened to Long Fei talking nonsense on the phone, and his eyes darkened with anger.

This damn dwarf...

"Long Fei, when did I lick you? Tell me clearly!" Mu Wushuang's face turned pale.

"Oh, so you're here too?" Long Fei said calmly, pretending to be ignorant. "Mu Wushuang, Brother Fei has a message for you: God is watching what you do, and justice is in the heart!"

After that, he hung up the phone with a click, his hands and feet sweating from fear.

His sister-in-law opened Chrysostom, so of course he would support her unconditionally.

More than ten years of brother-sister love?

Pull him down, he is no match for the general.

Even if the general's marriage breaks down in the future.

Long Fei must not let the general find any trace of him when reviewing and summarizing this failed marriage.

To die.

Putting down her mobile phone, Han Jiangxue was calm and calm, and her heart was calm.

Sister?Vixen?The roots of troubles?

She never lets her guard down.

I have never been wary of Brother Zhang.

If a woman doesn’t even trust her husband, who can she trust?

In Mr. Han's eyes, even if all men in the world are scumbags, Brother Zhang must be the best among scumbags: not that scumbag.

Mu Wushuang's hands and feet were numb with anger, he glared fiercely at the woman who had snatched the general away, and gritted his teeth.

"How about having a light meal at home tonight?" Han Jiangxue changed the subject and wrote lightly.

"What do you mean? You want to close the door and beat the dog? Are you going to slap me at home?" Mu Wushuang asked warily.

A look of indifference appeared on Han Jiangxue's beautiful face: "You are my husband's sister. When you come to Binhai, if I don't entertain you, his face will be dull."

"Come on, who knows what bad things are in your belly?" Mu Wushuang curled her lips, making it clear that she didn't believe that this eighth wife could have such good intentions.

And listening to this, he still wants to entertain himself with the general?

She didn't believe it even more!

Seeing this, Han Jiangxue picked up her cell phone again and called Brother Zhang: "Husband, go home early tonight. Your sister from Beimang has come to Binhai. We have to catch the wind."

After that, without waiting for Zhang Ruoyu's reply, she handed the phone to Mu Wushuang.

She stood up and walked to the window to look at the scenery.

Mu Wushuang was stunned.

I took the phone and was a little panicked.

Is she showing off?

Or too confident?

She had already used up her fighting power, but she still dared to take her home?Also give yourself some private space to talk to the general on the phone?

With your attitude, can you defend the general?

"Hey."

On the other side of the phone, the general's calm and familiar voice sounded, the magnetic voice that had lingered in his dreams countless times.

"Brother Ruoyu, I..."

"Let's talk about it tonight."

Zhang Ruoyu's thin lips parted slightly, and a look of indifference flashed across his dark eyes: "You didn't say anything you shouldn't say, did you?"