Duanmu Roujia Sandalwood mouth is opened.

He stared at the old man in the trunk in a daze.

Duanmuying was also shocked.

Both of them recognized this old man, which was the Sanhua foreign aid invited by Duanmu Jing.

He was actually fucked by Wang Han.

Wang Han covered the trunk lid.

The sound brought Duanmu Roujia and Duanmu Ying to their senses.

"Wang...Cousin, did you do this?" Duanmuying asked.

Wang Han smiled mysteriously and changed the topic, "Are you two here to take the bus?"

"No, I'm here to find you."

"What are you looking for me?"

Duanmu Roujia is not going to hide it now, and she shows off directly, "The culprit behind sending this person to kill you is the Duanmu family."

"Who?" Wang Han asked.

Duanmu Roujia couldn't say anything, "Han'er, can you stop asking? Don't worry, as long as my aunt is here, they will not dare to do anything to you."

Wang Han smiled and said, "If you are not here, they can't do anything to me."

Duanmu Roujia found that she could not refute it.

"Han'er, I know that this kind of thing makes you feel very disappointed for you, but there are only a few people who don't want you to return to Duanmu family. Everyone else wants you to go back, Han'er, aunt..."

Before he finished speaking, Wang Han smiled and said, "I'll go to your Duanmu family."

Duanmu Roujia didn't hear it clearly at first, "Han'er, my aunt promises you, this matter... huh? Go?"

Duanmu Roujia was a little surprised when she reacted.

Wang Han nodded, "But it's not the past two days. I still have something to do in the past two days. I'll go when I finish my work."

Duanmu Roujia's smile appeared, "Okay!"

Wang Han got into the car, "Will you go back together or do you go back by yourself?"

"Together."

After sending two people to the hotel, Wang Han drove the car to a ten-man who knew how to protect the Dharma and asked him to pry open his mouth to ask who the person behind him was.

Since I am going to Duanmu's house, I have to know who is going to wear small shoes for me.

The old pussy was very stubborn at first, until the beggar who couldn't sleep after drinking some tea at night came to join in the fun, and the wailing sounded endlessly.

It was explained not long after.

Duanmu Jing.

Duanmu Mingzhi's son, Duanmu Mingzhi is the old man's fourth son.

The old man from the Duanmu family married two wives, and gave birth to eleven in one go, big and small.

But this is normal. In that era, there were many children. Many families were so poor that they still had a family wearing pair of pants during the day and covering a bandaid at night, not to mention rich families like Duanmu family.

Wang Han wrote down this name.

If you go there, please give me some comfort.

Before going, I have to go to the crew to shoot all the scenes.

After Wang Han arrived at the crew, the deputy director twitched his mind when he came to call Wang Han and shouted Wang Genshuo.

The whole crew was laughing.

Wang Han hugged the deputy director, "You kid, better not enter the door with your right foot tomorrow!"

Seeing that Wang Han was not angry was just a joke, the assistant director breathed a sigh of relief.

After a few days of contact, I found that Wang Han had a very friendly person.

After filming the filming, the person in charge of the later group came over and squatted in front of Wang Han, "Mr. Wang, do you need your name on the cast? Write your real name or do you give it a stage name now?"

Thinking that he didn't have many scenes, Wang Han didn't think much about it. Anyway, he was dead, so he simply gave up. "Just hit Wang Genshuo directly with the subtitles."

After the filming is completed.

Wang Han bought some cold beef, prepared some wine, and went to Lao Li to drink.

Old Li was wearing a security suit at the company's door. When he saw Wang Han coming, he quickly stood up.

"Mr. Wang."

Wang Han smacked his lips, "Why are you still messing with people? I'll leave if you do this again."

Old Li laughed, "Go to my place to drink."

After the two of them drank almost the same thing, Su Qi drove over to pick up Wang Han, and then he returned home in the envious eyes of the crowd.

While Wang Han was cooking, Erbang Xiangfeng called and said that he would go to the teahouse to discuss something later.

After dinner, Wang Han went to the teahouse.

When I entered the door, I saw Xiang Feng's face with a photo of Peng Yuyan sticking on his face and admiring in the mirror.

I muttered from time to time in my mouth.

“It’s no difference.”

Seeing Wang Han coming in, Xiang Feng immediately stood up.

"Where is the person?" Wang Han asked.

“Everything is upstairs.”

After entering the door, I found that there were still many people.

Feng Manlou was reading books for the first time but not watching live broadcasts.

Bai Wuan was drinking tea.

Wang Han lit cigarettes for Bai Wuan and some old men, sat down and lit a cigarette for himself.

"I'm in a hurry, why are you?" Wang Han sat down and asked.

The handsome old man Fu Yingzhao shook his bangs, "Old Feng, speak!"

Feng Manlou read the book with relish and didn't hear it.

Xiang Wuji, who was closest to, slapped Feng Bailou on the shoulder.

Feng Manlou's hand trembled and the book in his hand flew out.

The cell phone caught in the book also fell to the ground.

Wang Han picked it up, "The beauty of Feng Lao is OK, it's quite European and American."

Feng Manlou quickly took his cell phone and laughed dryly.

Bai Wu put down the tea cup.

"Oh! There is a golden house in the book, and a beautiful woman in the book! I'm still hungry and I'm just reading a little bit and coaxing people."

Feng Manlou pretended that nothing happened and looked around for a while, "Where is Xiao Meng?"

"I've gone to the toilet, come right away."

While he was talking, Meng Bizhi ran in from outside.

Seeing an empty seat beside Wang Han, he walked over.

Seeing this, Feng Xiaoxiao immediately said, "There is something wrong with that swivel chair."

Meng Bizhi shook the water droplets on his hand, "It's okay! It's okay to just stop it."

Feng Xiaoxiao wanted to say something.

Meng Bizhi was already sitting in the swivel chair.

I heard a ku-knock.

Meng Bizhi's body sank down, and his whole body bounced up from the swivel chair like an electric shock. He clamped his legs and covered his ass and performed a waltz for everyone.

Everyone saw that the iron pipes several centimeters long appeared on the swivel chair were involuntarily tightening their chrysanthemums.

"Is it okay? Xiao Meng?"

Meng Bi put his hand on Wang Han's shoulder and was silent for a long time, then squeezed out a smile, "I'm fine."

Wang Han glanced at the iron pipe that emerged from the surface of the swivel chair.

"Little fat, it's okay, this is fine, Jiangning anal Iron Man."

Others burst into laughter.

Bai Wuan also sincerely exclaimed.
To be continued...