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

The old Buddha of the Han family is here.

She came to the platform for her precious granddaughter.

Before going out, the little old lady specially put on the military uniform she wore when she retired, a military uniform full of meritorious service.

The old general opened the door for the old leader in person and shouted: "Salute!"

clap clap.

The soldiers who jumped off the off-road vehicles behind them saluted this heroine general who had crossed the line of fire and was seriously injured and could not leave the battlefield.

"Don't be so formal." Mrs. Han waved her hands slightly, but carefully arranged her military uniform, which was slightly messy due to her crazy sitting posture.

"Yes, chief." The old general stamped his feet and returned the salute.

Mrs. Han adjusted her military uniform and spit out the cigarette in her mouth.

Out of the corner of his eye, he glanced at the crowded road, and his eyes finally fell on the group of people at the door of the hotel. As he walked forward, he asked the old general following him in a low voice: "Xiao Wang, these years since I left Beijing, Will they look down on me? Will they think I am useless?"

"There will always be people who take a break from time to time." The old general pursed his lips. "You come back often to take a look, knock, and remind people who are distracted."

"That's too troublesome." Old Mrs. Han walked forward, followed by thousands of troops.

Zhang Xiangbei has millions of followers.

Mrs. Han, too.

He walked into the crowd step by step and stopped next to his precious granddaughter Han Jiangxue: "Xue Bao, help grandma remove her armor."

Xuebao was stunned for a moment, not understanding.

Zhang Ruoyu pushed Xuebao with his hand and whispered, "Just take off your clothes."

Xuebao suddenly realized.

He stepped forward, cooperated with grandma, and took off his proud military uniform.

"Son, here comes the stick."

Old Mrs. Han raised her hand and looked at Old Demon Han calmly.

Old Demon Han grinned and handed over the baseball bat respectfully.

The Iron Lady on the side felt her heart tremble.

What does this little old lady want to do?

How old is she and she is still so popular?

Old Mrs. Han held a stick and walked towards He Liangxi step by step.

She took off her military uniform and wore tight-fitting clothing.

As I get older, I have a belly, and I wear a tight waist to look energetic.

"Little bastard."

Mrs. Han held a baseball bat in both hands and glanced at He Liangxi with a sinister look: "Where are the people you are shaking? Are they all here?"

He Liangxi was stiff all over, and he wanted to speak harshly, but looking at the motionless little old lady in front of him, his throat was a little dry and he could not speak.

Whoosh whoosh!

Several cars roared past.

A big shot got off each car.

They saw Mrs. Han holding a baseball bat. They all looked panicked and hurriedly persuaded: "Mr. Han, it's just a misunderstanding. There's no need..."

Mrs. Han was deaf and didn't hear what they said.

He turned around and glanced at everyone: "Are you all here?"

Then he clicked his tongue again: "There are still a few people, which is not pleasant."

Say it.

She picked up a baseball bat and smashed He Liangxi's knee.

Start fast and ruthless.

She is getting older, but the little old lady's skills are still there, her muscle memory is still there, and she is so courageous. Most of her body has been buried in the ground. She is not afraid of death. How can she be so courageous?

After breaking He Liangxi's leg, Mrs. Han threw the baseball bat casually, turned around, and glanced at the group of big shots who came to support He Liangxi: "If you misunderstand, just misunderstand. I have been misunderstood many times in my life. "

"What happened to him being misunderstood once?"

Everyone gasped, their hearts beating like thunder.

This is the old Buddha of the Han family, Mr. Han of the military department who once made all the difference.

The iron lady looked at her arrogant ex-mother-in-law, her mouth twitching.

In response to the old lady's bad temper, she just lifted the table instead of throwing a pot of hot soup in her face, which was already a favor to her son.

Just in response to that sentence, the upper beam is irritable and the lower beam is also irritable.

Can the son trained by this little old lady be as gentle as jade and a handsome gentleman?

If I was not subjected to domestic violence back then, I would consider myself to be quite sensible.

After saying this, Mrs. Han glanced at the royal family and then at her old enemy Mrs. Tang: "I am a grandma, and you are a grandma. What do you think you are doing?"

"None of your business?" Mrs. Tang was filled with anger. "They all look like you, like a madman?"

"Haha." Mrs. Han said playfully. "Everywhere in your body is soft, but your mouth is hard. In the future, you will be sent to the crematorium for cremation, and your mouth will have to be placed in a separate urn."

"Grass!"

Mrs. Tang cursed loudly and was completely anxious.

Old Man Huang quickly offered words of advice.

After lighting the fire and pouring the oil, Mrs. Han hurriedly came to Zhang Ruoyu without even looking at Xuebao: "Ruoyu, are you not wronged? Did Xuebao not let you lose face?"

"Xue Bao is very fierce." Zhang Ruoyu raised his arm and saluted the little old lady who had taken off her military uniform.

"Don't do this with grandma, I don't like it." Mrs. Han grabbed Zhang Ruoyu's arm and curled her lips. "We are grandma and grandson-in-law. As soon as you salute me, I want to salute you too. How tiring it is."

Zhang Ruoyu smiled slightly, held her grandma's arm and said, "It's very late, and you are tired from all the tossing and tossing. Want to stay at my house for a night? My home in the capital is big and comfortable."

"Of course I have to go. Grandma has many enemies in the capital. Only by living in General Zhang's big villa can she sleep peacefully without fear of being attacked." The little old lady's eyes were full of doting.

This look was very familiar to Zhang Ruoyu.

The first time he went to Han's house, he kicked open the door of the little old lady's room. This was the look in her eyes.

It's been so long and it hasn't changed.