Huang Liujia sweated profusely and left happiness.

I scolded my mother in my heart.

Who the is rarely related to you?

If it weren't for his son and daughter, would Lao Tzu be here to watch you play a bitter love drama?

Lao Tzu has always been low-key, able to bend and stretch, but if you change the surname of the emperor, you can try it?

Look at my brother not tearing you apart!

This girl surnamed Han is also sick in the brain!

It is worthy of being born to Han Laomo and his second sister, and his brain is not well developed at first glance.

There's a dad who controls thunder and lightning in the south, and there's a mom who controls thunder and lightning in the north.

Do you put this aside to experience life?

What kind of paper short relationship with this chef?

Are men in this world dead?

Are you so afraid that the family surnamed Zhang will be the last in the family, sacrifice the big self, and become a little cook?

In the warm living room, Mr. Han peeled melon seeds for Brother Zhang very carefully, and occasionally peeked at Brother Zhang's face.

Brother Zhang's heavy expression of his heart just now made Xuebao's fists hard.

deeply empathizes with how much Brother Zhang has been wronged.

"Brother Zhang, although I didn't treat those guys as relatives, I can see that all your concessions today are for me!" Xue Bao pounded his obviously full chest, and his pretty face sank. "Brother Zhang, a bright person!"

Zhang Ruoyu's eyes sank, although he didn't think so in his heart, he had to give Xue Bao a step down: "Don't take it as an example." ”

"How can I, Zhang Xiangbei, ever suffer such grievances?"

"Xuebao, what kind of temper Brother Zhang has, you don't know."

"As far as today's matter is concerned, how is Brother Zhang doing? Faulty? ”

Xue Bao grabbed Brother Zhang's arm, rubbed it with his fullness, and rewarded him: "Be exquisite." ”

"Again." Zhang Ruoyu's eyes sank, and he really became cold. "Don't take it as an example."

Xue Bao panicked.

It's a bit hard to tell the real from the fake.

I thought Brother Zhang was really angered.

All the talk and laughter just now was purely to give yourself a little thin face.

"There's another time." Zhang Ruoyu squinted at Xue Bao's charming and pure beautiful face. "Even if it's your face, it's not easy to make it."

Han Jiangxue was slightly stunned, not only did she feel awkward, but leaned on Brother Zhang's shoulder, a little perverted happiness.

The next time the royal family dares to come to Binhai, whether it is to knock on the side, kill chickens and monkeys, or directly find trouble with Xuebao.

Zhang Xiangbei will not bear it.

This time, he endured it because of Xue Bao.

Next time, he will be unbearable because of Xue Bao.

This girl is not only the daughter of the royal woman, nor is she the daughter of the Binhai Han family.

is also the wife of his Beimang legend Zhang Xiangbei, the first lady of Beimang.

He can endure it, but Beimang can't bear it.

……

Marina shore.

Han Shixiao squatted on a rock, smoked a cigarette, and turned off the live video.

He knew it was just a show tonight.

But his performance is very expressive.

The fierce god is vicious, and his eyes are cold.

The royal siblings were almost scared.

The sea at night is bitterly cold.

The salty sea breeze ravages the soaked skin.

When Han Shixiao greeted his younger brother and motioned to fish people up, a faint and cold voice suddenly sounded in the darkness not far away.

"Just leave it to dry."

In the darkness, a figure stepped out.

He is in his forties and has a gloomy temperament.

The knuckles are full of calluses like meat balls, and the bones are as hard as iron.

is obviously just standing on the coast, but it is like a statue, which brings Han Shixiao a great sense of oppression.

His eyes were like eagle falcons, and he didn't look at the royal brothers and sisters much, and he didn't even give Han Shixiao a straight eye.

"These are two living lives." Han Shixiao asked with a cigarette in his mouth and squinted his eyes. "You have a grudge against them?"

"Not only is there no hatred, but they are still close relatives." The man said indifferently. "They have to call me Uncle Seven."

When Han Shixiao heard this, he was horrified.

Dear relatives, or uncles.

But you don't want me to get them up?

Obviously, this man is here to find fault.

I just don't know from which angle he wants to find fault.

"Do you think there is no sense of ritual when you catch it like this?" Han Shixiao glanced at the man and said lightly. "Do you need me to carry your nephew up in a sedan chair?"

"Not really." The man shook his head faintly. "Let Old Demon Han personally go into the water and carry them up."

"What kind of are you talking about?" Han Shixiao raised his voice, and his tone was cold.

Who doesn't know that the godfather can't swim and is a landlubber?

And the godfather has a phobia of water, and he doesn't even dare to walk by the river, let alone this endless sea?

"I said, let Old Devil Han personally go to the sea to carry my nephews and nieces up." The man's eyes flickered, and he said word by word.

"What if my godfather doesn't do it?" Han Shixiao sneered.

This stupid dog, with a water in his brain?

"Then let them dry in the sea, cold to death, or drown."

The man was like a javelin, towering on a stone, full of anger and cold: "Royal people, you can die, but you can't live in humiliation." ”

"If you die, the royal family will make the culprit pay for it with blood."