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

Just after finishing the late-night snack that Xuebao stayed up all night to cook, Zhang Ruoyu picked up his phone, looked at it, and replied with a text message: "Why did you mess with him?"

"I didn't offend him. It was me who offended you, and your father became unhappy and started to trouble me." Yue Qinghua said straightforwardly.

"Then it's not polite for you to ask me?" Brother Zhang replied.

"I know, so I called you Brother Beizi to start the show. I just hope that you, sir, have a lot of money and don't fuss with me. You are Zhang Xiangbei, don't you have this bit of grace?" Yue Qinghua glanced at the time, and after two seconds In 10 minutes, Jiang Ling came to call him to pee again, which was very stressful.

"When you say that, it makes me seem like I won't help you, and I seem to be in a small position." Zhang Ruoyu took a sip of the bird's nest handed over by Xuebao and rinsed his mouth.

"does not exist."

Yue Qinghua replied to Brother Zhang: "If you pinch an ant to death, what does it have to do with the pattern? If you pinch it to death, it is a grudge and a hero's style. If you don't pinch it, you will be a living Bodhisattva."

Zhang Ruoyu frowned slightly after reading the text message: "If you had had this attitude, we could still have a drink and eat melon seeds at your second junior brother's wedding."

"Who says it's not the case? I'm so sorry that my intestines are in knots." Yue Qinghua replied quickly.

"But I don't have his mobile phone number." Zhang Ruoyu replied again.

"WeChat is also fine." Yue Qinghua didn't choose.

"Nothing on WeChat either." Zhang Ruoyu replied.

"You two are father and son whose blood is thicker than water." Yue Qinghua also sent a shocked emoticon. "How do you two usually keep in touch?"

"No contact. I haven't seen him in almost 30 years." Zhang Ruoyu handed out a bloody knife. "Next time we meet, I will draw my sword with him."

"Don't say goodbye, how can father and son have an overnight feud? Your father is hiding in the darkness, there must be some reasons why he has no choice but to do so." Yue Qinghua patiently advised.

"You obviously know that he is my father, and you are obviously a little afraid of my father. Why do you still dare to mess with me?" Zhang Ruoyu asked a soul question.

Yue Qinghua read the text message and discussed with He Tongxun for a long time before replying to Brother Zhang: "How about saying we don't know each other without fighting?"

"6."

Four in the morning.

Jiangling is here again.

The old rule is to tell the two of them to get up and pee, then turn around and leave.

The brothers also smelled the smell of barbecue on Jiang Ling.

The Eighteen Riders of Beimang must be hiding somewhere, drinking wine, smoking cigarettes, and torturing the Mingdao Sect.

"Brother Jiang, I really have no urine." He Tongxun explained with a sad face. "If you pee any more, you'll pee blood."

"Hold on." Jiang Ling said calmly.

When you open your mouth, it smells like seafood.

"We leave at eight o'clock."

After that, he pushed open the door and walked out.

The two of them thought about it, and just as their tense hearts relaxed a little, Yue Qinghua, who was delicate and thoughtful, suddenly became worried: "Did he just not say whether it was eight o'clock in the morning or eight o'clock in the evening?"

"It should be eight o'clock in the morning, right?" He Tongxun touched his dry belly. "At eight o'clock in the evening, I have to urinate all my hydronephrosis."

Ding dong.

Yue Qinghua received a message from Brother Zhang.

"I said hello and said I would leave at seven o'clock."

Yue Qinghua's hands trembled, and thousands of emotions surged into his heart.

First of all, Brother Zhang didn’t say whether it was [-] a.m. or [-] p.m.

Secondly, Jiangling falsely conveyed the imperial edict.

It is said to be seven o'clock, even if it is one more minute or one second, it is not seven o'clock.

Why say eight o'clock?

Bullying honest people?

In the end, should brothers trust Zhang Xiangbei or Jiangling?

Yue Qinghua has been immersed in martial arts for half his life, but he has never thought as much as he did tonight.

"Morning or evening?" Yue Qinghua sent a message with shaking hands.

"It should be in the morning, right?" Brother Zhang replied very uncertainly.

Ma Meili talks like he's running a train. He has a name every day and just listens to it. How can Brother Zhang dare to guarantee it?

When the first ray of sunlight in the morning diffused through the window, it covered the face of Yue Qinghua, who had small eyes and freckles.

Yue Qinghua, who had just drank two cups of tea as a diuretic, was in his best condition to greet Jiangling at eight o'clock.

When one gets too energetic, people tend to become excited.

The first time Jiang Ling shouted to pee, he had already said hello. He had to hear the sound, otherwise it wouldn't count.

"I'm ready." Yue Qinghua was a little confused. He rushed to the toilet and peed the yellow urine that was obviously irritating. Then he came back to the room in a shaken voice, almost protesting. "Is it loud enough?"

"good."

Jiang Ling pushed Yue Qinghua away and walked into the bathroom after drinking a lot of wine. He peed loudly and urgently for half a minute.

Yue Qinghua felt a little envious when he heard this.

Hearing this, He Tongxun was a little afraid to go in and pee, feeling a little inferior.

After the two of them finished urinating, Jiang Ling glanced at Yue Qinghua and asked lightly: "Do you think General Zhang has any obvious flaws in martial arts?"

"Ah?" Yue Qinghua's legs trembled, and the pain in his broken finger became more intense.

"How is his physical fitness? How about his instantaneous explosion? After all, he is young and smart in martial arts. Isn't he almost mean?"

Jiang Ling said with a serious expression, "You only injured a few fingers. He probably didn't try his best. You probably don't know him very well either. Just say a few words."

The corners of Yue Qinghua's mouth twitched.

He took a deep breath and said, "He is a good man."

"I'm a piece of shit."

"I'm done."