Ma Meili was embarrassed by Zhang Ruoyu's question.

She even recalled her husband's level back then...

Then, the horse pretty was even more embarrassed.

Although the dead old ghost was very violent, it was very unbeatable.

But the level doesn't seem to be as high as that of his son.

The main reason is that it is not popular to create gods, the people are simple, and the thinking is simple. Whoever has the strength will be on top, and there is no element of inflatedness.

Unlike today, everything pays attention to traffic, and the official calls on major media to publicize it, and they are embarrassed to pull it out for hype.

Zhang Xiangbei, the legendary god of war of Beimang who has been creating gods for the longest time in the past 30 years, has the most investment, and has influence all over the world.

His level is half a level higher than that of the stuffy old Zhang back then, which is very reasonable.

One day, Beimang will have a dinner party for the legendary god of war, and when Lao Zhang sees Xiao Zhang, he has to salute and shout the chief.

The official is half a level, and he can really crush people.

"Son, for the sake of my mother's pregnancy and birth to you in October, and I was still suffering from morning sickness every day at that time, give my mother a face..."

Ma Meili lowered her voice and lowered her posture: "Your father has been proud since he was a child, and if you toss him like this, it will hurt his self-esteem." ”

Zhang Ruoyu frowned and said, "It's not that I don't give you face, it's that he doesn't give me face." ”

"I'll give you face today, and he will dare to inch in tomorrow and kick his nose in the face."

Ma Meili thought about it and felt that what her son said made some sense.

That old thing, notoriously crazy.

Anyone who gives three points of color, he dares to open a dyeing workshop.

But this knot called the old guy out to pick up his son, and Ma Meimei couldn't bear to let him suffer this humiliation...

had no choice but to glance at his daughter-in-law and said ambiguously: "You two are hungry, right?" Quickly persuade your husband, hurry up and go into the house to eat, it's weird cold outside. ”

The mother-in-law spoke.

Of course, Xuebao can't help but give face.

She was coquettish and cute, holding Brother Zhang's arm and shaking: "Brother Zhang, I'm hungry and panicked..."

Zhang Ruoyu frowned, and gave a beautiful look at the horse: "Don't take it as an example." ”

A family of three went to prison.

All the staff gathered to greet them, but Lao Zhang did not show up.

The prison was spotlessly cleaned, the lights were bright, and the female inmates in each prison were also dressed in new prison uniforms for the change of seasons, and their mental outlook was very energetic.

Zhang Ruoyu saw several familiar faces in this group of female prisoners.

Either they stabbed the big basket, or they failed the struggle and disappeared.

It turns out that they are all locked up here?

"General Zhang, long time no see." A female prisoner who still had charm sat in front of the iron window and waved hello to Zhang Ruoyu.

"Xiao Zhou, you still owe Beimang half a year's salary, remember to make up for it when you get out of prison." Zhang Ruoyu raised his eyebrows.

"Definitely. Whoever lacks it, he doesn't dare to lack Beimang. "The female prisoner is very steady.

After greeting each other in turn, Brother Zhang and his family, under the leadership of Ma Meimei, came to an independent, spacious and bright office.

This is the territory of the male correction, and every brick and tile in the house is bought by the male correctional with hard-earned money.

His favorite is the one-seat sofa made in Italy.

At this moment, the male discipline sat on the sofa domineeringly, crossed Erlang's legs, supported the sofa with his elbows, held a cigarette between his fingers, and tilted his head slightly ten degrees, revealing his jawbone, which had not yet grown cheeks.

The hairstyle made with half a bottle of hairspray is not moving, oily and slippery.

In the center of the office, there are mandarin duck pots and Moutai, and an authentic spicy fragrance is permeated, which is a bit of a New Year's flavor.

On the night that Ma Meili was hacked to death, she invited Zhang Ruoyu to eat a hot pot.

On the night when Lao Zhang was drunk and drowned, he and his son Zhang Ruoyu ate hot pot.

Tonight, the family was reunited neatly, and the food was still hot pot.

Such a sinister arrangement did not make Brother Zhang waver.

He paced into the room, and glanced lightly at the man who had not seen him for more than 20 years, except for a little more wrinkles on his face, his temperament and facial features had basically not changed, tilting his head, and his thin lips were slightly open: "You are the first man in my ten-year military career who is lower than me, and you dare to sit when I stand." ”

The male distensioner's fingers tightened and almost snapped.

The old waist, which was originally leaning on the back of the sofa, was also slightly straightened.

But he didn't move, raised his eyes lightly, and glanced at Zhang Ruoyu: "You are the first young man to come out of Beimang, and you know who I am, and you still dare to pose in front of me." ”

"Who are you?" Zhang Ruoyu put his hands in his pockets, paced forward, and looked down at the male discipline who was sitting on the sofa and half a head shorter. "Are you already so good that even I, Zhang Xiangbei, have to know each other? Haven't heard of it. ”

Two people.

Four eyeballs.

It's like thunder stirring the earth's fire.

The eyes are facing each other.

In the air, there seemed to be a crackling fire.

Xue Bao took two steps back slightly, and was only two steps away from the door.

I also accidentally stepped on my mother-in-law's new French custom shoes.

The mother-in-law has one foot, and she is about to move out of the door.

"The dignified Beimang legend Zhang Xiangbei, even the predecessor God of War who once called the wind and rain in Beimang and controlled the thunder and lightning has never heard of it?" The male warden spat out a puff of smoke, and his eyes were sharp and murderous. "What's more, it's still the same surname as you."

"Oh."

Zhang Ruoyu squinted at the male discipline, and said word by word: "Then I will officially inform you now." ”

"Beimang, there is only one Brother Zhang."

"That's me Zhang Xiangbei."

"Wash and sleep."