When I woke up, it was already noon.

drank a bowl of porridge with Xue Bao with a few side dishes, even if it was a meal.

"Brother Zhang, when will you go back to Binhai?" Xue Bao is tired of staying in the capital, and her nature is also depressed, and she wants to go back to Binhai to be her femme fatale.

"I'll be gone in a few days." Zhang Ruoyu made a pot of big red robes and leisurely sipped tea. "Something's going on."

"What's the matter?" Xue Bao dragged her snow-white chin and asked gossip.

"The ugly daughter-in-law always wants to see her father-in-law." Zhang Ruoyu smiled. "You pack up and take you to see your father-in-law."

"Huh?" Xue Baoqiao's face was slightly pale and a little nervous.

Mother-in-law is like this.

Father-in-law still has it?

And Han Lao Mo secretly greeted her before, if he has the opportunity to meet his father-in-law in the future, he must be observant, that old thing, seemingly cynical, easy-going and generous, is actually an executioner, a terrifying butcher of the blood-stained city.

"I'm not mentally ready." Han Jiangxue's red lips snorted.

"What is the mental preparation for this? Bring a box of hot girls orange slices, and two blue mansions are enough to be interesting. Zhang Ruoyu said lightly. We didn't get touched by his light, and we didn't pay so much attention to it. ”

"You can't say that." Han Jiangxue said solemnly. "After all, it's the first time I've come to the door, so I'm sure I'll have to prepare a gift carefully."

After that, he asked Brother Zhang, "What does your dad like to eat?" ”

"I don't know." Zhang Ruoyu shook his head.

"What does your dad like to drink?" Han Jiangxue asked again.

"I don't know." Zhang Ruoyu still shook his head.

"What are your hobbies?" Han Jiangxue said unremittingly.

"I was eight years old when he died." Zhang Ruoyu interrupted Han Jiangxue's questioning. "I don't know him, and I don't know his preferences."

"You don't need to know that." Zhang Ruoyu shrugged. "I'm just taking you to recognize a relative, you don't have to please him, you don't have to slap him, you don't even have to care about what he thinks of you."

"Of course, I don't have an opinion on what you want to do with him."

Zhang Ruoyu could clearly see Xue Bao's nervousness.

Ma Meili came out suddenly and didn't give Xue Bao time to react, but during the whole process of getting along, Xue Bao was very humble, and the humility made Brother Zhang a little uncomfortable.

This time he greeted in advance, just because he didn't want Xue Bao to experience another sweat.

"He's your father..."Han Jiangxue pursed her lips. Of course I want to let Brother Zhang have face. ”

Zhang Ruoyu pinched Xue Bao's beautiful face, and the corners of her lips rose: "If you have face, I will have face." ”

Xue Bao's mind was confused.

Start picking gifts.

Brother Zhang doesn't pay attention to these, but Xuebao, as an old and cunning profiteer, certainly knows the importance of packaging.

Even if she is a femme fatale's daughter-in-law, she has to be packaged as a sweet and lovely yellow flower girl.

Old man, the main thing is to save face.

Stuffed with a cart of gifts, it was almost time to catch up with the meal, and the two drove straight to their destination.

Because the prison was not found on the map, Ma Meimei wrote the address by hand and taught Brother Zhang how to drive there.

That's it, Brother Zhang also ran the wrong way at two intersections.

By the time I arrived at the prison, it was already dark.

"My father-in-law is in prison?" Xue Bao leaned on the window and glanced at it, a little creepy.

"Sort of." Zhang Ruoyu turned off the engine and got out of the car, and earnestly taught Xuebao who made a big deal. "You have to be cautious in your business, and we can't do anything that violates the law and discipline."

"I'll try to—" Xue Bao nodded weakly.

Zhang Ruoyu glanced at Xue Bao, carried the gift alone, and accompanied Xue Bao to prison.

The Eighteen Horsemen of Beimang stood outside the prison like a towering mountain.

Zhang Ruoyu's dark eyes swept over, and he felt a huge force wandering around their bodies.

This prison is guarded by these eighteen people, and the gods can't enter.

Eighteen horsemen also looked intently at Zhang Xiangbei.

The leader of the new generation of Beimang, the legendary god of war.

Thankfully, it is still the son of the chief.

This father-son reunion lasted for twenty years.

The death of the leader can only be concealed from Zhang Ruoyu, and it is impossible to conceal from Zhang Xiangbei.

The chief did not hide it.

But in the past ten years, he has never taken the initiative to investigate the cause of death, nor has he investigated the root cause.

Don't you care?

Or does it not matter?

Or, for Zhang Xiangbei, the life and death of his father are not important?

The estrangement between father and son seems to have existed out of thin air after Zhang Ruoyu changed to Zhang Xiangbei, and it is still very deep.

Twenty years of absence and unjustified disappearance have doomed the father and son to be unkind and filial to the father.

Two men who are equally proud and powerful, both have difficulty bowing their heads.

"Good evening, mother-in-law."

Han Jiangxue, who was originally holding Brother Zhang's arm, saw Ma Meimei standing at the gate of the prison, and immediately showed a sweet smile, like a silly white sweet.

"Hmm." Ma Meili nodded lightly, not very enthusiastic, and was about to say a few words to her son, but met her son's cold eyes.

"What are you? My daughter-in-law greets you, what are you pretending? Dead son? Who to show with a sad face? ”

Ma Meimei's evil breath welled up in her heart, but she forcibly swallowed it again.

Over the years, she has indeed been ashamed of her son.

Being scolded twice, impatient with himself, very reasonable.

"Good evening, Xue Bao." The horse is beautiful and cute. "The dress you're wearing is so beautiful, can you push a link to me on WeChat?"

Xue Bao sneered, nodded hurriedly, and added WeChat at Ma Meimei's request.

"Your father has prepared wine and food, and you two will not return home tonight if you are not drunk." Ma Mei said cautiously.

She and her son have no disagreement.

But the gap between the old boy and the stinky boy is not so easy to unblock.

"I'm talking a lot." Zhang Ruoyu is not salty or indifferent. "Did he invite Zhang Ruoyu to drink tonight, or Zhang Xiangbei?"

"If it's the former, I haven't seen him for twenty years, what kind of score is he posing? Why didn't you come out and pick me up? ”

"If it's the latter."

Zhang Ruoyu's thin lips opened slightly, and he said word by word: "Is he higher than me?" Why don't you come out and pick up the driver? ”

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PS: Three shifts will start tomorrow~