"Don't look at me like this, Ang, if you still want it, I'll give it to you when I get back. I'm hungry now and not very interested." Han Yi stopped the car, and it was the same Western restaurant as last time.
Ye Zhiding said with a dark face, "Yes, I really want it now." He beat the smiling face into a pig's head.
Ye Zhiding felt a little better this time thinking about Han Yi being beaten into a pig's head by him in a very Ah Q spirit.
"What do you care about?" Master Han had already gotten out of the car and opened the car door for her in a gentlemanly manner.
The woman's obviously stiff face lifted up again as if she thought of something happy.
It's strange that when she was unhappy, he would be very proud. Now that the woman is happy, he is depressed.
"I was wondering when I would try to beat someone into a pig's head." Ye Zhiding smiled coquettishly at him and entered the restaurant first.
Han Yi: "..." Does she want to demonstrate on his face?
For a simple meal, Ye Zhiding already thought of steak as Han Yi's face.
The person opposite had a sullen face, and she was happily wielding the steak with a flash of sword.
"What on earth are you thinking about?" Han Yi couldn't help but ask. He clearly had a loss of appetite before, but now he was eating with gusto.
On the other hand, looking at my dinner plate, I basically just ate some vegetable leaves with some ingredients.
Ye Zhiding was in a good mood after eating and said without hesitation: "As I said just now, it's your business that you didn't understand, not mine."
Han Yi: "..."
Originally, the two of them planned to take advantage of their interest to visit the night market in T City on the street, but Han Yi had no objection.
But halfway through, Han Yi received a call from the old man, asking him to go back quickly to discuss something.
Ye Zhiding naturally had no objection. If she was alone and not accompanied by this imaginary pig-headed face, she wouldn't be very interested.
It was already eight o'clock in the evening when he returned to the villa. After sending Ye Zhiding to the door of his suite villa, Han Yicai went to Han Zheng's side.
As soon as he entered the door, he saw Han Zheng's dark and hard face.
"Old man, what's wrong?" He took off his coat and didn't understand what happened at this time.
He didn't get any news.
Han Zheng snorted coldly, seemingly even more unhappy that his son looked happy while he himself looked depressed.
"Where have you been? You didn't even deal with the group's official business, and you just came back now."
"Pick up girls." Han Yi was straightforward, and the old man was not shy about his colorful deeds.
Han Zheng was angry: "After such a big incident, you are still in the mood to pick up girls."
He would not admit that he was actually being disturbed by phone calls while he was picking up girls.
Han Yi became serious and took a long look. Although he didn't believe it, he still asked: "What happened?"
Han Zheng seemed to have suddenly thought of something. He smiled, and his gloomy expression disappeared.
"Everything in this world can be big or small, but there is one thing that I absolutely cannot tolerate being careless about."
Seeing that Han Yi still didn't react, the old man smiled even more cheerfully, "Of course, it's about my son's marriage."
Han Yi: "..."
The old man ignored his son's darkened face and continued: "I think so. For the sake of your lifelong happiness, I have decided to let you marry Miss Bai Xi of the Bai family."
"The engagement date has been moved forward from the original end of next month to half a month later."