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

As his brother-in-law, Zhang Ruoyu treated Beimang newcomer Wang Handong to a leadership meal alone.

The food is standard in Beimang, but there is a separate room.

Han Jiangxue looked at her younger brother with a little pride, but she hid it and refused to praise him for fear that he would be proud.

"Don't make blind noises when you become the new king. My brother-in-law was too pushy back then and suffered a lot." Zhang Ruoyu lit a cigarette and said seriously.

"Understood." Han Dong nodded cautiously.

Zhang Ruoyu noticed something was wrong with the way Han Dong looked at him, so he didn't say much.

He couldn't say such a thing.

In the first ten years, he lived a different life, surrounded by big guys.

Even Long Fei, who had been with him for many years and was very close to him, would immediately change his appearance as soon as Zhang Ruoyu frowned or changed his face.

The situation is even worse for the Beimang Army, which is more distantly related.

This is why he has been unwilling to reveal his identity for a long time, even to the Han family.

Yes, but not necessary.

Having said that, the relationship is subtle and even difficult to look at directly.

Just like Han Dong at this moment, he was obviously his brother-in-law whom he had known for half a year, but his eyes were cautious, nervous, and even appraising.

The original kindness and casualness were gone.

Not to mention Han Dong, even Han Jiangxue has been a little preoccupied in Beimang in recent days, and she often even works on her computer when she is free.

It seems that I am suddenly interested in my career again...

I want to go to Beijing.

I want to stand on a bigger and more beautiful stage.

I don’t want to just be the Queen of the Marina anymore.

Zhang Ruoyu saw all these changes, but didn't mention them.

He could predict all this.

But many people don’t seem to think about it, or don’t think so much about it.

What's more, he didn't even think about how he should face Zhang Ruoyu and Zhang Xiangbei at the same time.

On the way back to the dormitory, Han Jiangxue, who was reluctant to take off her military uniform, suddenly turned around and said with a serious face: "Brother Zhang, I've thought about it."

"Huh?" Zhang Ruoyu took a deep look at Han Jiangxue.

"Binhai is still a bit small, not enough for me to display my gifted talents." Han Jiangxue raised her pretty face slightly, with a look of arrogance on her face. "I want to go to Beijing, stand on a higher stage and shine."

After hesitating for a moment, Han Jiangxue pursed her red lips and said loudly: "It can be regarded as fulfilling my father's dream for many years."

"That will be very tiring." Zhang Ruoyu spoke softly.

"Can you be more tired than them?" Han Jiangxue raised her hand and pointed at the group of Beimang soldiers fighting under the scorching sun. "Can you be more tired than Brother Zhang from walking all this way?"

Han Jiangxue said with firm eyes: "I don't expect that one day, Brother Zhang, you will have any trouble. I can help you solve it in an understatement."

"I just think that I can't always cause trouble for you. I can't degenerate to the point where one day in the future, I will be criticized even when I stand next to you."

"I just think, I can't always ask Brother Zhang to walk with me with my waist and head lowered, right? Brother Zhang can bear it if I walk for a day or two, one or two months, or one or two years."

"It's been a long time, Brother Zhang, do you still need your cervical spine?"

"Brother Zhang, I can't let you suffer the cold wind alone on the top of the mountain. I have to climb up and give you a warm hug."

"The cold wind has been blowing for a long time, and if you catch a cold, someone must bring you water and medicine."

Zhang Ruoyu stared at Han Jiangxue with a gentle expression, speechless for a long time.

He was married for the first time and didn't know how to manage a marriage.

Until now, he has relied solely on intuition and his heart.

He wasn't sure which way was the right direction.

But he vaguely remembered that his father had listened to his mother since he was a child. When his mother had no money to gamble, she would do it at home.

Then Dad went out to find money.

Zhang Ruoyu didn't remember much about his childhood.

In his limited memory, he only knew that his father listened to his mother in everything and spoiled her intolerable.

For so many years, he had not seen his mother enter the kitchen, which undoubtedly made the Zhang family's already poor family even worse.

But every time my father comes home, he is smiling and extremely happy.

He was laughing when he was washing dishes, he was laughing when he was mopping the floor, and he was happy even when his mother spanked him.

Dote on your wife.

Maybe it's also the family tradition of the old Zhang family, a gene engraved in the bones.

So whatever Xuebao wants to do, Zhang Ruoyu will agree.

He doesn't care whether Xuebao flies high or not, he only cares whether Xuebao is tired or not.

He has been tired and knows how tired he is.

buzzing.

Over the Beimang base, a special plane landed slowly.

Zhang Ruoyu raised his eyes and saw that it was General Mu's special plane.

He knew that when he returned to Beimang, this old guy would definitely come to join in the fun.

I just didn't expect it to be so urgent, and I would be back in just a few days.

But soon, when Zhang Ruoyu saw General Mu getting off the plane, there were several unfamiliar young and middle-aged men behind him.

Zhang Ruoyu understood.

His eyes also turned cold.

Half a year after he retired, Long Fei revealed that General Mu had to make a trip to Yanjing every month on average.

In the past two months, the frequency has become higher.

Even when I stayed in Yanjing, there were more than in Beimang.

The old general did not reveal what they were talking about, but he could see the fatigue and helplessness on the old general's face, as well as the high spirits on the faces of the senior Mesozoic generals.

Zhang Ruoyu frowned slightly, picked up his cell phone, and called Ning Zi: "Do you know those people?"

"We know you." Ning Zi's calm voice sounded on the other side of the phone.

"They're all just like you, coming to Beimang to share the cake and grab power?"

Without waiting for Ning Zi to answer.

Zhang Ruoyu's thin lips parted slightly, and his tone was as indifferent as a mountain: "I've only been dead for half a year, and I can't sit still?"