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

The leaders were so busy that they didn't even eat at the table. They bowed and left after watching the fun.

Of course, there are only two tables in the living room, so if you have to eat dinner, you have to sit at the child's table, which is quite boring.

Brother Zhang and his wife had enough to eat and drink, but they were too embarrassed to disturb their parents' wedding, so they said hello and left.

But before leaving, Brother Zhang disgusted Zhao Changying again: "Xiao Zhao, you can always come to Brother Zhang when you encounter trouble, you know."

Zhao Changying twitched the corner of his mouth but said nothing.

Standing aside, Old Mo Han grinned and said, "Brother Zhang, slow down."

Watching his daughter-in-law and son-in-law leave, Han Laomo glanced at Zhao Changying: "Can you be polite to my son-in-law? I'm thinking of you, so what's your attitude?"

Zhao Changying opened his mouth, and after a long pause he said, "I'm showing off in front of my son-in-law. What's wrong? Does he have any objections?"

"Are you familiar with him? Just call him son-in-law." Han Laomo lit a cigarette and frowned.

"Want to quarrel again?" Zhao Changying said coldly.

"I'm just teaching you how to get along with your son-in-law and how to be a competent mother-in-law." After Han Laomo said this, he changed the topic. "I'm thirsty. Make me a pot of Dahongpao. It's at the bottom of the suitcase I brought."

"Oh." Zhao Changying responded lightly and turned to make tea.

Han Laomo did physical work, tidied up the tables and chairs, cleaned the bathroom, and sat on the sofa drinking tea and watching ancient idol dramas.

Zhao Changying not only made tea, but also prepared several plates of fruits for tea.

Looking at Old Mo Han who was happily drinking tea and watching a drama, Zhao Changying said calmly: "There is a knife in your box."

"You don't have the skills to draw a sword, do you?" Old Mo Han put down his tea cup and asked with a frown.

"No." Zhao Changying shook his head and stared deeply at Old Demon Han with his dark eyes.

"There is no best." Old Mo Han raised his eyebrows. "This knife of mine is stained with countless blood. It is too murderous and full of violence. If you pull out the knife, I am afraid of hurting you."

"Mention these in front of me." Zhao Changying pursed his lips and said. "Do you think it fits?"

"Then I can't hide it from you." Han Laomo shrugged. "Do we have to show off to each other?"

Zhao Changying pondered for a while and said slowly: "I want to ask you why you bring this knife."

"Because it's useful." Han Laomo said calmly without hiding it. "And this knife is a status symbol."

"Have you ever heard of a knife being in someone's hands?"

"If the knife is not there, the person must be here as well." Zhao Changying said every word.

"Try your best." Old Mo Han curled his lips and said.

After drinking tea and eating all the fruits prepared by Zhao Changying, Han Laomo stood up, cleared the coffee table, and asked, "Aren't you going to take a bath?"

"Then what?" Zhao Changying asked. "While I'm taking a shower, you go out with a knife?"

"Don't interrupt in men's matters." Han Laomo said calmly.

"Can't you interfere in my husband's affairs?" Zhao Changying asked coldly.

"Theoretically, it's possible." Han Laomo hesitated and nodded. "But if you go with me, I might be more dangerous."

"So it's possible that I will be widowed on the night of my second wedding?" Zhao Changying asked with narrowed eyes.

"Can't you hope for me to do better?" Old Demon Han sighed. "It's been so many years, and everyone is getting older. Maybe if we just have a simple chat and smoke a cigarette, the matter will be resolved."

"By the way, prepare those packs of wedding candies for me." Han Laomo said with his mouth open. "I have to prepare some gifts."

"Oh."

Zhao Changying nodded lightly, helped Old Mo Han wrap the packets of wedding candies, and then looked at Old Mo Han deeply: "Do you want me to wait for you tonight?"

"Nonsense." Han Laomo glanced sideways at Zhao Changying. "Have midnight snacks ready for me when I come back."

The corners of Zhao Changying's lips pursed, and there was a heavy expression between his brows.

Han Laomo took the wedding candy and a knife and went out.

Before going out, he also reminded Zhao Changying: "Don't stir up trouble, this is my business and my business."

Zhao Changying nodded.

Until she watched Old Mo Han leave the villa, her heart could not relax.

The cell phone in his hand was wet with sweat, but he never made any calls.

She knew that as long as she made a phone call, there would be bloodshed in Yanjing City tonight.

It may not be able to provide any help to Old Demon Han.

Men's matters must be resolved in their own way.

Relying on power, she has it, Old Devil Han has it, and so does the other party.

Meaningless.

The reason why they waited until today to remarry is to make it official.

It's not because they are afraid of anything else, but because once they remarry, they will face an unimaginable catastrophe.

Before Xuebao still needs his domineering father, Han Laomo doesn't want to take risks.

tonight.

He was happy both physically and mentally, facing the bright moon, whistling, and went out.

Holding a knife in his hand, just like he did 30 years ago.

After getting in the car, Han Laomo put down his knife, picked up his cell phone, and made a call: "I got remarried and brought you wedding candy. Where can we meet? I'll treat you to candy."

"Oh."

On the other side of the phone, an obscure, cold voice sounded: "Let's meet at Huangquan Road."

Old Demon Han raised his eyebrows slightly: "Yanjing City still has this road? Did you build it?"

"Yes, I did it for you."