Zhang Ruoyu, who was accompanying Xuebao to chase the drama, just listened to Wang Shanhai's loud "I want to talk to you", so he casually cut off the phone.

"What's the matter?" Han Jiangxue paused the TV and said sideways. "Why don't I pee and have a conversation?"

Zhang Ruoyu stretched out his hand and hugged Xue Bao's soft and slender waist: "Hold it." ”

A lewd smile appeared on Xue Bao's beautiful face: "My brother Zhang has thought about it?" ”

"Let's talk about it at night, in broad daylight..."

Brother Zhang glared at Mr. Han.

"As long as Brother Zhang thinks about it, what day and night are there? Regardless of the living room, kitchen, living room, balcony or cornfield, the slave family is out of the way..."Xue Bao pretended to be ashamed.

"Alas..."Brother Zhang glanced at Han Jiangxue with a gentle gaze. When I first met, it wasn't so wavelike. Look at your ass, you have to be scolded. ”

"Isn't that unliberating nature?" Xue Bao's beautiful eyes are watery. "Woman, where is the truth in your mouth?"

Zhang Ruoyu smiled slightly, hugged Xuebao's waist, pursed his lips and said, "There are no men." ”

Han Jiangxue showed a sweet smile that only Brother Zhang can enjoy, outside, she is not only the boss of Binhai, but also a crazy woman who has defended herself too much and has been stained with human life.

"If you really don't want to talk, let's go upstairs and have a little meeting?" Han Jiangxue blinked her beautiful eyes.

"I don't want to talk to anyone." As soon as Brother Zhang raised his hand, he rested Xue Bao on his lap in his dark eyes, flashing with tenderness. "I want to talk to Xue Bao."

"It's all old husbands and wives." Xue Bao's face is full of evil nature. "There is no shortage of meetings every day, and there is not enough talk?"

"Not enough."

Brother Zhang looked up at Han Jiangxue's bubbling face, pouted and said, "We have to breathe first, or you won't be able to cooperate next time you put on a score in front of Xiao Zhao." ”

Han Jiangxue stretched out her arm, grabbed Brother Zhang's neck, and said with her ears and temples grinding: "Then Brother Zhang, you tell me in detail, the slave family listens..."

"I'm a dick." Brother Zhang said loudly.

"Needless to say?" Xue Bao raised his eyebrows. "Brother Zhang's what, I savor it every day."

“？”

Brother Zhang's face was full of murderous intent: "Shut up." ”

"Which mouth?"

Han Jiangxue's watery eyes were all drawn, her red lips were slightly opened, and she was very wavering.

"Forget it, let's stop talking." Brother Zhang picked up Xuebao and walked to the master bedroom. "Meeting."

"Brother Zhang, people will be shy when they have a meeting in broad daylight..."Xue Bao buried his head in Brother Zhang's arms.

"Shut up."

……

Wang Shanhai hung up the phone with a stiff expression, his face calm.

"Brother, what did he say?" Wang Shaoan hurriedly asked.

"I didn't say anything special." Wang Shanhai frowned.

"What didn't you say?" Wang Shaoan asked. "Brother, you talk about it, I'll analyze it."

"I've analyzed it, you don't have to analyze it." Wang Shanhai changed his words and diverted the topic. "You should know who Zhang Ruoyu's other identity is, right?"

When Wang Shao'an heard this, his eyes sank: "I probably know." ”

"It's a tricky thing, and the slightest mistake can lead to big trouble." Wang Shanhai said thoughtfully. "We need to think long-term."

When Wang Shaoan heard this, he was a little unhappy: "Can he Zhang Xiangbei really be the king and hegemon in the three major academies?" Father doesn't want to lose face? ”

"According to the process, Beimang's annual military expenses have to be signed by his father, which provokes his father and directly sticks Beimang's neck!"

Wang Shanhai twitched the corners of his mouth and asked rhetorically, "Have you heard something?" ”

"What did you hear?" Wang Shaoan's face was full of confusion.

"Third child, don't listen to the rumors outside, you are my brother, your father's son, no matter what you say, you can't harm your father." Wang Shanhai said earnestly.

"How could I hurt my father?" Wang Shaoan said profusely sweating. "Big brother, what are you talking about?"

"Then what do you say that you don't pay for the military, Kabei Mang's neck?" Wang Shanhai said incredibly. "Do you dare to starve 300,000 of the world's most elite troops? Aren't you afraid that they will be hungry and panic and sneak into Beijing? ”

Wang Shao'an's pupils contracted suddenly: "They dare? ”

"My father said that the previous generation of Beimang Army talked about rules, knew how to forbear, was affectionate, gave less and was not polite, and was very thin-skinned..."

Wang Shanhai lit a cigarette and frowned: "This generation of Beimang Army is theirs, and they can't be given a dime, and they must be rewarded for their military merits. ”

After saying that, Wang Shanhai gasped and said word by word: "They are shameless." ”

"Be proud of your achievements!" Wang Shaoan shouted in a deep voice. "Shameless!"

Wang Shanhai said calmly: "Especially Zhang Xiangbei, who took the lead... When he first became a young marshal, his level was high enough, and the wall felt that he was so young that he couldn't reach the top in his twenties, right? You know what he says? ”

"How?" Wang Shaoan was sweating.

"Change the file and report the age to the age, he said that he is not superstitious, even if he is eighty this year, but the level of treatment must be high, and the power is small, he is cold."

Wang Shanhai exhaled a thick cigarette and said meaningfully: "He said that he pins his head to the waistband of his trousers every day, why do you have to salute when you see a group of people sitting in the office?" ”

"On the night of Zhang Xiangbei's high commission, it was snowing heavily in the capital, and 5,000 Beimang elite soldiers were in the city, and the other 295,000 Beimang elites were stationed in the suburbs.

Wang Shaoan twitched the corner of his mouth: "This has to be put aside in ancient times, so I have to give him a false place!" ”

"It's hard to say." Wang Shanhai said earnestly. "Put aside the ancient times, maybe you have to change the number..."