When Mrs. Han left the prison, she suddenly turned around.

glanced at the eighteen guards standing outside the prison.

They swallow mountains and rivers like tigers, and their swords point to the world like rainbows.

They are the eighteen horsemen of Beimang.

It was created by the male discipline back then.

In that era when the strong were like forests, they all took out any one of them, and they all had the courage to do so.

is also a fierce general of the military department who has sprung up under the witness of Mrs. Han.

These former Beimang gods of war are willing to stay in this one-third of an acre and follow male discipline.

Mrs. Han sighed lightly and took a deep look at the Eighteen Riders.

Eighteen riders also met Mrs. Han's gaze, saluted, and watched Mrs. Han leave.

"It's a pity."

After getting into the car, the old general sighed: "They are all fierce generals in the military department, but they live in a corner and are incognito." ”

"They are going to pour out of the nest, and the military department will have to turn the sky upside down." Mrs. Han squinted and said.

The old general was stunned, and then smiled bitterly: "That's right." ”

There is another sentence that the old general did not even dare to say.

If only even that prison man had come out.

It's not just prisons.

Mrs. Han smoothed her breath and said calmly: "Let's go, just because I haven't been here." ”

"Haven't been?"

The old general raised his eyebrows and said, "That guy, don't even give you face?" ”

"I don't have any face." Mrs. Han pouted. "People have spoken, looking at Huaxia, the only one who can enter his eyes is Zhang Xiangbei, who is in the middle of the day, and everyone else is garbage."

The old general couldn't laugh or cry.

It makes sense that the father only looks at his son.

It is also in line with the style of male discipline back then.

"You can't stay in prison for the rest of your life." The old general changed his words and hesitated.

"I saw that his days in it were quite nourishing." Mrs. Han shrugged. "I won't bother them."

"When it's time to come out."

Mrs. Han said meaningfully: "It will always come out." ”

……

The little old lady walked around Yanjing for a few days, which can be regarded as a revisit.

Even Lin Qingxi, as a family member, invited the little old lady to eat an authentic roast duck.

Lin Qingxi understands part of the little old lady's past, and has great respect for this female general.

On the third day after the little old lady left, Brother Zhang and his family received a call from Han Laomo.

To the effect that Old Devil Han wanted to join forces with the Iron Lady Zhao Changying and invite the two of them to dinner.

Han Jiangxue frowned and asked, "Are you planning to remarry?" ”

"How can it be so fast." On the phone, Old Devil Han pouted. "Don't say that the eight women are still hesitating, just her former fiancés can't let history repeat itself."

After a pause, Old Demon Han took the initiative to speak: "You ask what your husband means, what does he think?" ”

Xue Bao covered the microphone and asked Brother Zhang.

"I'm leaning on the window and watching." Zhang Ruoyu raised his eyebrows. "I'm lying on the couch watching."

Lying on the sofa, Brother Zhang, who crossed Erlang's legs to change the channel, was very casual.

The old couple remarried, what does it matter to him?

Besides, with Zhang Ruoyu's understanding of the past of the two of them, they dare to remarry, and the cliff will make a big deal.

Maybe the bloodshed in the capital 30 years ago will have to happen again.

Evening.

A private restaurant wholly owned by Han Laomo.

Han Lao Mo was wearing a brand-name suit as always, and he was so handsome.

Zhao Changying was neatly dressed and a very ordinary leadership suit.

A family of four gathered together, eating and drinking, but they didn't dare to talk about serious things.

The main thing that I don't dare to talk about is still Han Laomo.

Zhao Changying's attitude towards this matter is ambiguous.

Neither completely rejected Old Demon Han.

Didn't say yes.

Han Lao Mo is stubborn again, Zhao Changying doesn't give feedback, of course he won't take the initiative to kneel and lick.

Han Laomo, who has been a cold boss for most of his life, will not be able to lick others.

Neither can an ex-wife.

"I'll be out of the country in a few days." Han Laomo lit a cigarette and drank a few more glasses, his eyes were a little blurry, melancholy, and a little sexy.

"Oh." Han Jiangxue replied lightly.

"Hmm." Zhang Ruoyu put down the wine glass and wiped his mouth.

"Go all the way." Zhao Changying said lightly.

Old Devil Han glared at Zhao Changying angrily: "If you can't speak, just shut your mouth, no one will treat you as a dumb person." ”

"I'm going to say that." Zhao Changying said coldly.

Han Lao Mo's eyes were red: "Don't let out a fart when you should say it, and fart when you shouldn't say it!" ”

Listening to Han Laomo's foul language, Zhao Changying was also anxious: "A dog can't spit out ivory in his mouth." ”

"I'm going to spit out my ivory, and I'll prick you with blood!" Old Demon Han gritted his teeth.

"I'll see if you spit one." Zhao Changying squinted and said.

Old Han couldn't help himself, and he trembled angrily: "It's really hard to chat with you!" ”

"Don't talk about it." Zhao Changying said coldly. "I beg you? Didn't you invite me to supper? Not your group tonight's game? ”

Han Lao Mo saw that all his old bottom was exposed, so he simply didn't do anything, and directly burned the jade: "Then the Lao Tzu held your hand when he ate supper, but you refused?" Lao Tzu secretly kissed you while he was drinking, but you resisted? ”

"Pretend to be innocent with me now? Pretending to be cold, pretending doesn't matter? Old Devil Han said angrily.

was exposed by Han Lao Mo, or in front of Brother Zhang's family, Zhao Changying immediately went up: "Shut up your stinky mouth!" You're not a thing! ”

"Angry? Anxious? Old Devil Han sneered. surnamed Zhao, Lao Tzu either wants to give Xuebao a complete family, or he wants Xuebao to feel the warmth of the family. Lao Tzu is blind and invites you to eat supper, and the lard is blinded to form this game tonight! ”