"Why to respect me?" Zhou Mo knew that Han Chen was following the same thing.

Han Chenxian smiled: "I think it's great to have you, too."

Zhou Mo smiled helplessly, picked up the cup and touched him lightly, and the two of them drank the two glasses of juice in one go.

Han Chen will go to work tomorrow and cannot drink alcohol.

Song Yan, who was standing beside him, looked at the two couples beside him with a dull look. He suddenly had the urge to overturn the table.

After finally reaching the end of the banquet, Song Yan finally stopped eating dog food.

Several people came out of the private room and went downstairs to check out.

I took the elevator to the first floor. As soon as the elevator door opened, they met a person who seemed unfamiliar.

The man first saw Lu Zhishu, his warm smile and weird clothes were a little out of place.

"Mr. Lu, long time no see you."

"I should say this, Mr. Fu," Lu Zhishu stretched out his hand and shook Fu Chenghai briefly. "I heard that you went to Las Vegas a few days ago and will you be back so soon?"

"I have been there too many times, and I'm tired of it," said Fu Chenghai: "I just took a look at the surrounding scenic spots. I'm not as good as West Lake yet, so I came back."

"It turned out to be a trip, and there was really no good scenery there," Lu Zhishu said: "On the other day I will introduce you to a team that specializes in private customized travel."

"Then I'll thank Mr. Lu first," Fu Chenghai said, his eyes flashing across Shen Pan behind Lu Zhishu without any trace. "There are still people waiting for me above, so I won't say much."

"Goodbye," Lu Zhishu said goodbye politely.

When Fu Chenghai entered the elevator, he passed by Song Yan, nodded slightly, as if he was greeting him.

Song Yan also responded with a silly smile.

He was not familiar with Fu Chenghai. The person he knew was his brother Lu Yaocheng. At this moment, Fu Chenghai could say hello to him simply because Lu Yaocheng.

Song Yan went to the front desk to pay the bill.

Waiting for the time being to issue the documents, Shen Pan pulled Zhou Mo to chat.

Shen Pan said which dishes tasted good today, and was waiting for Zhou Mo to respond, but when he turned around, he found that Zhou Mo beside him was stunned.

She reached out to disturb Zhou Mo's eyes, "Why are you in a daze?"

"Ah?" Zhou Mo came back to his senses in an instant, "I'm not dazed, I'm thinking about things."

"What's the matter?" Shen Pan asked: "Is it still the trophy?"

Zhou Mo looked at her gently, "No."

"What is that?"

"I heard a familiar word," Zhou Mo murmured.

"What do you mean?" Shen Pan was confused.

Zhou Mo shook his head, "Nothing."

Although I don’t want to think about it, Fu Chenghai’s words “It’s not as good as West Lake” in my mind have been lingering.

These words were said two days ago when Shen Qingyi and her daughter called...

Some things seem to be getting more and more coincidental.

The more Zhou Mo thought about it, the more he became puzzled.

Several people came out of the "Zhonglu Central Plains" and were about to part ways.

Lu Zhishu and Shen Pan both drank alcohol and could not drive, so they could only call a delegate driver.

For this reason, Shen Pan also blamed Lu Zhishu, "It's all your fault. You don't respect me, so we don't need to call the delegate driver."

Lu Zhishu: "It's okay, happy."

Song Yan suddenly felt his teeth falling out and sore.

"Go away quickly," Song Yan urged Han Chen and Zhou Mo: "I can't bear to kill the dog."

When Song Yan came, he knew he wanted to drink, so he didn't drive. When he went back, he had decided to live close to Zhou Mo's house anyway, so he would take their car back.

Zhou Mo didn't expect that Song Yan also started to make small plans.

Seeing him urging him like this, Zhou Mo also waved goodbye to Shen Pan.

Song Yan was impatient, put his arm on Han Chen's shoulder, and his other hand was hand-written, as if he wanted to escape from the two people who were so sore just now, and he was also thinking of kidnapping Han Chen together.

Zhou Mo hurriedly followed.

Han Chen didn't react at first, and was hugged by Song Yan and walked a few steps. He immediately took off Song Yan's arm from his shoulder.

Song Yan glared at her: "You don't need to be so virtuous, right? I'm not a woman."

But Han Chen said: "No matter whether it is male or female, it is not possible."

Song Yan: "..."

Zhou Mo couldn't help laughing and urged: "Go home quickly."

The three of them got into the car.

Song Yan sat in the back row and was dishonest, insisting on styling forward, clamping his body in the center of the front driver's seat and the co-pilot, so that it is convenient to talk to the two people in front.

But Han Chen stared at the rearview mirror in the car and said coldly impatiently: "Sit down and fasten your seat belt."

Song Yan was suddenly scolded and knew that he was inappropriate, so he could only sit aside and tie the seat belt.

Zhou Mo frowned and looked at this scene, and inexplicably remembered that when Song Yan was fed at her house before, she felt like she was a loving mother. Now Han Chen scolded Song Yan coldly, and inexplicably felt like a strict father...

Before this was done, did they have a son as big as Song Yan...

I can't think about it. Sometimes the more I think about it, the more I look like a family of three...

When he was about to arrive in Xiangbin Community, Han Chen took a walk first and took Song Yan to Xiangbin New City, and drove downstairs to his house.

Before Song Yan got off the car, he smiled like a child.

"You still care about me very much, and you even sent it downstairs."

Han Chen had a cold face, "Can you go? If you don't go, I'll drive away."

"Let's go," Song Yan said, begging for mercy, "If you care about people, you can't be more upbeat? If you do this, who can understand your kindness?"

"More nonsense?" Han Chen threatened.

Song Yan got off the car quickly and said, "By bye."

Han sank responded.

Zhou Mo quickly added, "Goodbye."

The car came out of Xiangbin New City.

Zhou Mo looked at Han Chen sideways, "You can't be more kind to Song Yan?"

Han Chen: "No."

Zhou Mo: "So they are very enthusiastic about you, and you don't have many friends. Isn't it good to be a friend of Song Yan?"

Han Chen: "I don't want friends."

Zhou Mo deliberately slandered the situation and said, "You don't need friends, are you sending them to your doorstep?"

Han Chen: "I am sending Buddha to the West to avoid throwing him on the way. He yelled, I'm annoyed."

Zhou Mo covered her lips and chuckled.

"Your fault of being right or wrong cannot be changed?" Zhou Mo said: "I think Song Yan is right. It is obviously a good thing to send someone to the doorstep. You have to say coldly. Who can understand your kindness?"

"You can just know whether I'm good or not," Han Chen turned to her and curled his lips slightly, and said, "You have given me a 'good husband trophy', which means you know I'm good."

"You are very good to me, but you are..."

"Where am I good?" Han Chen deliberately interrupted Zhou Mo's words.

Zhou Mo thought about it, "I can't say it, I feel that everything is good."

"Is he invincible?" Han Chen asked deliberately.

Zhou Mo was shocked for a moment. He always felt that Han Chen's question was frivolous and even had a lot of colors. But she didn't understand why Han Chen suddenly changed his style and developed in a direction that was inappropriate for some children.

"Why did you say this suddenly?"

Han Chen glanced at the bag in Zhou Mo's arms, "You can open the trophy you gave me."

Zhou Mo lowered her head and quickly took out the things in her bag.
Chapter completed!