Xia Hou, who was beaten to delirium, was rushed to the hospital, and the big leader Xia Chu also left.

As the old general's former confidant and favorite general, Ye Zhengting carried the funeral banner and cried with sorrow on his face.

Brother Zhang couldn't see this when he was a child, so he asked someone to follow the gift of two hundred, and left without waiting for the banquet to start.

Brother Dazhi was waiting at the intersection with the Beimang Tiantuan, and his standing posture was still his duty, and he didn't show off his stink without relying on his blood relationship with Brother Zhang.

"Where are you going?" Zhang Ruoyu approached and glanced at Brother Dazhi. "Do you want to go along with you?"

"That's embarrassing..."

Brother Dazhi waved his hand slightly, and opened the car door: "Keep up with the ambulance in front." ”

Brother Zhang nodded.

Without waiting for him to speak, Long Fei immediately stepped forward to open the door for the eldest brother, got into the car and took out a cigarette, lit it for the eldest brother, and the cards were full.

Brother Dazhi, who was sitting in the co-pilot and no one handed the cigarette, was a little stiff, glanced at the spineless Long Fei, and then looked back at Zhang Ruoyu, who was sitting alone in the back row with great majesty: "Actually, if you don't come today, I can handle him, it's just an outdated old thing..."

"You can see it."

Zhang Ruoyu rolled down the window and smoked quietly.

"When he was at his most powerful, I single-handedly suppressed him for 20 years." Brother Dazhi shrugged his shoulders and said. "When I was in the military department, it was also a good story."

"Well, that's awesome."

Zhang Ruoyu nodded lightly, very perfunctory.

Brother Dazhi was stunned, and his heart was like a knife.

After a moment of silence, Brother Dazhi asked, "Why did you come all of a sudden?" ”

"Nothing."

Zhang Ruoyu took a puff of cigarette, pursed his lips and said, "I just want to see how fierce the angry old man who can make Brother Dazhi retreat for twenty years of suppression." ”

Spit out thick smoke, Brother Zhang frowned and said, "It looks quite average." ”

"You can't say that." Brother Dazhi was offended. "Twenty years ago, he was also an iron man. He even won the military martial arts championship for three consecutive years, which is very powerful. ”

"Oh." Brother Zhang said perfunctorily.

Brother Dazhi still wanted to quibble again, and Long Fei, who was driving, turned his head sideways and said, "Uncle, the martial arts champion you said, I won it five times in a row." ”

"Such a dick?" Brother Dazhi's face sank, and then he changed his words again. "Aren't you fiercer than my son? No wonder he became the commander of Beimang at a young age..."

Long Fei twitched the corner of his mouth.

I heard the yin and yang weirdness of this old Deng.

pouted and said: "The five times I won the championship, my brother gave me awards, and my brother was the judge." ”

Brother Dazhi's expression was a little hasty, and he lit a cigarette without being salty or light: "Won't you get tired of taking it for five consecutive sessions?" None of the passion, right? ”

"It's okay, it's mainly my brother who made me break the previous record of three consecutive editions." Long Fei said lightly.

"Then why don't you take four sessions?" Brother Dazhi twitched the corners of his mouth, pretending to be calm.

"What my brother means is that if you take four sessions, you will look a little suspicious of the record of three sessions, so you will simply take five sessions and open the grade." Long Fei shrugged.

"Hmm." Brother Dazhi nodded slightly and said in a deep voice. "It doesn't look like it's about him alone."

The atmosphere inside the carriage is a bit oppressive.

Brother Dazhi peeked at his son through the rearview mirror, and the giant was cold.

Sitting there, like a demon king of the mixed world, domineering and leaking.

When he arrived at the hospital, as soon as Brother Dazhi got out of the car, Brother Zhang rolled down the window.

Brother Dazhi took two steps closer, and his posture was a bit like a secretary asking the leader: "Is there something?" ”

"Nothing." Zhang Ruoyu opened the cigarette and handed it to Brother Dazhi. "Go home early after being busy, your daughter-in-law has a wild temperament, and I'm a junior, so it's not good to talk about it seriously."

Brother Dazhi lit a cigarette, patted Brother Zhang on the shoulder, and said earnestly: "Wait for me to come back to clean up your mother." ”

I saw Brother Dazhi enter the hospital.

Long Fei grinned and said, "Brother, my uncle has a very high humor component, like you." ”

Brother Zhang tugged at the corners of his mouth and glanced at Brother Dazhi, who was drifting away: "It's okay, after all, there is the same blood flowing in my body as mine." ”

……

When he came to the courtyard, Long Fei wanted to have a meal and stay with his brother, but was coldly rejected by Brother Zhang.

"My aunt has a bad temper."

When Long Fei heard that he was eating with his brother and aunt, he instantly lost his appetite.

When my brother retired, it was my aunt's words.

What kind of woman can make her brother obey her words and become fierce in private?

Brother is a macho man who even dares to pose with his own father, Long Fei is stunned when he thinks about it.

Send Long Fei away.

Zhang Ruoyu rubbed his face that was a little stiff, when Zhang Xiangbei was not good, he had to be cool, he had to be fierce, and he couldn't have the slightest affinity.

Otherwise, no one is afraid.

With a smile on his face, Brother Zhang tore off Zhang Xiangbei's package, pushed the door and walked into the courtyard.

"Coming back?"

Lin Qingxi's gentle voice sounded in the kitchen.

The female devil of the Lin family, who was wearing an apron, walked out of the kitchen with a plate of good-looking dumplings, and said with her red lips slightly open: "Why don't you bring your dad over for a meal?" ”

Zhang Ruoyu stretched out his hand to take the dumplings brought by his aunt, and grinned: "Auntie doesn't like him again." ”

Lin Qingxi's beautiful eyes flashed with a soft color, and she said, "If you like it, my aunt likes it." ”