Huang Yali felt Chen Hao's determination, and she wanted to speak. She was moved and worried.
The two walked across the Suti, tasted the small Bao Bao at a small -name shop in Nanshan Road, and then went to Yanggongdi, Maojiabu, and appreciated the beauty of Hangzhou.
"Last year, it seemed that the legendary crew of the new white lady was shot in Hangzhou. Unfortunately, I didn't have ..." Chen Hao almost said that he hadn't been reborn.
Huang Yali didn't think about Chen Hao's words before he finished speaking. He laughed: "The legend of the new White Lady has 30 episodes of the scene. It is taken from Hangzhou. The crew lives in Liu Ying Hotel.
At that time, many people in Hangzhou were blocked at the gate of Liu Ying Hotel just to look at Sister Yazhi. "
"She is a generation ... no ... it should be a good memory of generations."
Chen Haojun boo.
Even his parents like Sister Yazhi.
Several characters shaped by "Shanghai Beach" and the eighth version of "The Heroes of the Eagle" have become the eternal memory of his parents, the immortal classic.
"Don't you like Sister Yazhi?"
Huang Yali asked Chen Hao coldly.
"Sister Yazhi is forty this year, and the same age as my mother, close ... Zhou Huimin Qiu Shuzhen, who I like is not good, what do I like?"
Chen Haoxin avoided the name of the beauty.
Even if he has an uncle's heart, he can accept the oldest sister of Meilan Sister Guan Meiren. No matter how beautiful a forty -year -old woman is, it is difficult to make him interested.
"Guan ... Guan Meiren, don't you like it?"
Huang Yali asked casually.
"Guan Meiren, just like that."
Chen Hao laughed a little unnatural.
The two of them talked while walking, and from time to time, they laughed and laughed.
Huang Yali temporarily forgotten trouble.
However, good times are always short.
Night fell.
The two came to the door of the tightly alert courtyard.
Huang Yali couldn't help it.
"The sky has collapsed, I have me."
Chen Hao smiled towards Huang Yali, pulled Huang Yali's hand, and resolutely walked into the courtyard.
Building 3.
Donaldo villa.
More than ten people in the Zhen family gathered in the living room on the first floor.
When Chen Hao Huang Yali came in, these people stared at the two coldly with their cold faces.
"I thought you were a virgin girl, but I didn't expect you to be a cheap cheap goods." Zhen Fusheng Yin and Yang weird Huang Yali looked at Chen Hao while looking at Chen Hao.
The woman he didn't get was won by this hairy boy.
Good cabbage let the pig arch.
Zhen Fusheng gritted his teeth and slandered, his eyes were cold.
Huang Yali glanced at Zhen Fusheng.
Chen Hao saw that Huang Yali not only was angry, but also hated each other. Presumably, she scolded Huang Yali. She did not bully Huang Yali.
"Unwilling?"
Zhen Fusheng, who was sitting on the sofa, sneered and sneered, stepped towards Huang Yali Chen Hao.
Zhen Yuanming, who was sinking, bowed his head to drink tea, did not stop Zhen Fusheng.
Deng Mei didn't want her daughter to be humiliated and stimulated by Zhen Du, but at this moment, Zhen Yuanming didn't squeak. How dare she said more, only to watch it.
"If I am a cheap product, then you are not even as good as a beast."
Huang Yali was furious.
"Do you dare to scold me?!"
Zhen Fusheng stared, showing the fierce look, and slapped Huang Yali.
The Zhen family watched coldly and did not hide her meanness and dislike of Huang Yali.
Huang Yali's mother, maybe she didn't say a word, maybe cowardly, maybe used to this situation.
Chen Hao thought that the beloved woman grew up in such a lack of warm families, distressed, and even sad. Such families need not nostalgia, nor is it worthy of respect.
Just as Chen Fusheng's slap was to touch Huang Yali's cheeks, Chen Hao shot like a flash of flash, grabbing Zhen Fusheng's wrist.
Zhen Fusheng stunned and yelled, "Dog, you find death!"
Slap!
Chen Hao slapped Zhen Fusheng down, and then raised his feet, kicking Zhen Fusheng's belly fiercely.
Zhen Fusheng opened his mouth and sprayed out of dinner that had not been digested in his stomach. He slipped out of the ground for three meters, hit the solid wood coffee table, screamed, curled up in pain, as if the cooked shrimp kernels.