"Han Shao. The class reunion is in Perijing, don't say you can't come."

"knew."

"Don't know again! I won't go then."

"I've never been there before, why do you seem to have broken your trust?"

In fact, Han Shao is not at ease either. For example, after Han Shao bid farewell in 50 kilometers of Taohuawu, the rest of the people also ended and left one after another. It took less than a day to go.

So after Han Shao and Li Ruobai met, Song Ziyi called Han Shao to inform him to attend the class reunion as soon as he finished work. Originally, Han Shao didn't think about it, so what if he didn't go? As a result, she always urged him so much that it seemed as if he could break the appointment at any time.

"I'll pick you up. Where are you living in?"

“…”

Speechless. Are you afraid that he will run away?!

Han Shao was puzzled: "No...Song Ziyi. Do you care a lot about whether you meet classmates or not? What's wrong with a classmate's reunion? You seem to care more than me. I said I'll go there just by going? What are you afraid of?"

"I'll pick you up! Tell me the address." Song Ziyi spoke.

"Don't think I don't know you are taking the opportunity to know where I live." Han Shao glared.

"Ha~So what?"

Song Ziyi smiled: "Speak quickly."

Han Shao had no choice but to tell her that Song Ziyi hung up the phone not long after.

"Go out again?" Han Haichao was resting at home today. His son is back.

"Yes, the class reunion." Han Shao was helpless.

"I asked for leave for you, and you're still out." Han Haichao complained.

Han Shao said, "What should I do? I am so adult, can I still be an otaku?"

"Let's go."

Han Haichao stood up: "If you leave, I will go to the company."

"That's it."

Han Shao said: "We are both busy, so we will go home to make fried noodles for you tonight."

"Just make noodles."

Han Haichao smiled: "I have to do it."

“Okay~”

Han Shao nodded: "I'll cook noodles and cut cucumber shreds. Are you okay with making sauce?"

The two chatted for a few times, and Han Haichao was sent out by the driver. Han Shao was waiting for Song Ziyi at home.

Not long after, Song Ziyi's phone rang, and after answering, he walked out of the door. Sure enough, Song Ziyi was there, holding the phone in his hand and still stuck it in his ear. Han Shao hung up and didn't put it down.

He opened his mouth and looked at it stupidly.

"Is this your family?" Song Ziyi exclaimed.

Han Shao looked back and looked: "It's only two levels, do you need to be so tilted down at such a large angle?"

Song Ziyi smiled pursed her lips and looked at Han Shao: "It turns out that the second generation of rich people."

"What's the matter?"

Han Shao spoke: "Have I covered it up?"

Seeing Song Ziyi standing at the door, he looked envious.

Han Shao asked politely: "Why... go in and sit?"

"Okay." Song Ziyi went in without waiting for Han Shao to finish speaking.

Han Shao grinned and followed him in for a while.

“Wow~ so quaint~”

Song Ziyi exclaimed: "If you have any knowledge, you should see that this is not the old one or the temperament."

"Like yours."

Han Shao said, "You can't even live in if you praise it so well."

"Not necessarily~" Song Ziyi looked at Han Shao with a squinted look, smiling.

Han Shao's expression was frozen, and he looked at Han Shao: "Don't you want to be my stepmother, are you?"

"You fart!!" Song Zi blushed and beat him with a righteous face.

Han Shao laughed and let her in. When the servant saw that the young master had a guest, he naturally brought tea and water. Song Ziyi exclaimed: "There are still servants?"

Han Shao was puzzled: "You don't have a nanny? You don't have any knowledge."

"How is the nanny and the servant?"

Song Ziyi looked at Han Shao: "How rich is your family?"

Han Shao thought for a while: "Actually, I don't have much money, but my ancestors have been doing business or officials for several generations. A large family is scattered all over the country, but they rely on each other to this level."

"Ouch~"

Song Ziyi smacked his lips: "Didn't it mean that you are all farmers in three generations? If your family is a landlord, you will be beaten to death."

"You know a lot."

Han Shao looked at Song Ziyi in surprise: "It's not exactly a vase."

“Boom~”

Song Ziyi stood up and looked around: "You believe in the character, too."

Han Shao nodded: "You are really born in the entertainment industry, otherwise no one would believe this excuse."

"Get out~" Song Ziyi scolded him.

Han Shao laughed: "Where should I go to this family?"

He frowned and stood up: "I hurriedly asked me to go to the class reunion and pick me up, and then I'm not in a hurry now again?"

Song Ziyi smiled and stood up and walked towards the door: "Come and sit down again another day."

"Can you be more reserved?!"

Han Shao followed her out: "Just go up like this, men won't take it seriously. You have to let them beg you to coax you and then have fun, and they will cherish it if they get it."

Song Ziyi sneered: "Can anyone get it?"

Han Shao sighed: "It's gone. Unless you come over to chat with my dad while I'm not at home."

"Go to die, you~" Song Ziyi pushed him, and the two of them left after they were fighting and making trouble.

Song Ziyi drove here, and Han Shao wanted to drive, so Song Ziyi signaled that he could take his own car and not run away halfway.

Han Shao looked at her inexplicably, wouldn’t it be better for classmates?

Song Ziyi held back his laughter and wanted to see the scene of you and Chen Yao meeting. Han Shao had no choice but to shake his head helplessly, and he would definitely disappoint you because he really had no impression.

When they arrived at a hotel together, Song Ziyi looked at him with a smile. Han Shao felt that she was sick and really said it. Song Ziyi did not express anything, but just pushed him and urged him to walk forward.

Just opened the door!!

“yeah!!!”

In an instant, paper fireworks flew everywhere, and more than a dozen people in the house cheered and squirted Han Shao's face, and there were also ribbons and the like.

"Hahaha~" Song Ziyi laughed.

Han Shao looked around everyone, and while getting the fireworks fragments on his head, he spoke: "If you don't know, you think Song Ziyi and I are married."

“Hahaha~”

"It's indeed more humorous than before."

"The school grass is here!"

"It's still so handsome!"

Most of them are girls, they are very beautiful. But they don’t have a deep impression of them. There are only two, one is Chen Yao, whom Song Ziyi mentioned. They didn’t make a fuss with each other, just sat there and smiled and looked here. The other was followed by each other, and Li Yifei was also a little famous.

The others are basically not very familiar with them.

But they all smiled happily.

Han Shao sat down with Song Ziyi and looked at the few people: "I don't know what you are happy with. I said that they are all artists and classmates, but they ended up being so ignorant as if they were seeing stars~"

“Haha~”

"Why are you so bad now?"

"Isn't Song Ziyi being criticized during the variety show?"

"I cried in curse~"
To be continued...