Dad had already talked about Binhai three and a half hours ago.
It's so early in the morning, where can we get stuck in a traffic jam?
We also arrived by tractor.
Mon Nanfeng couldn't even sit down.
I don’t know if it’s an illusion, but every time I sit down and then stand up, I always feel a little pulling sensation on my buttocks…
Yuan packed two bowls of breakfast noodles and sat by the window with Han Jiangxue to eat deliciously.
Mon Nanfeng is not hungry and has no appetite.
Even if she is really hungry, how can she eat if she hasn't brushed her teeth yet?
After eating and drinking, Yuan Mei glanced at Mr. Han and asked in a low voice: "You neither beat her, nor scolded her, nor killed her, and you just waste it like this? Can you dirty her to death?"
"Look at how restless she is." Mr. Han narrowed his eyes and said, "She's not far from death."
"Childish." Yuan pouted. "I didn't eat, drink, sleep or wash for three days and three nights, and I didn't die."
"Can she compare with you? Sister Yuan, I won't allow you to belittle yourself." Han Jiangxue raised her eyebrows.
"Oh." Yuan nodded lightly and straightened her waist unconsciously.
Mr. Han always praises people. Recently, Yuan has been a little swollen for no reason. Sometimes when he passes the mirror, he can't help but take a second look at himself.
Sister Xue said that she has beautiful eyes and a delicate nose, like a fairy walking out of a painting.
Yuan has become obviously more confident recently.
After lunch, Mr. Han, who had stayed up all night, was a little blood-thirsty, and his beautiful big eyes were a little silly, almost out of focus.
Monanfeng is not much better.
She was sleepy, hungry and dirty, as if there were ants crawling all over her body, and she was itching to death due to the psychological effects...
"Han! Have you had enough fun?!" Mo Nanfeng became anxious.
I called my dad earlier, but at least he answered the phone, pretending that I was almost there.
Then he simply stopped answering the phone.
I don’t know if he was hit by a thirty-meter truck!
"ah?"
Mr. Han was eating rice and nodded sleepily, a little dazed: "What did you just say? I didn't hear it."
But to Mon Nanfeng's ears, these words seemed to be provocative.
"I said, when can you let me take a bath and go to bed? I'm so damn sleepy!" Mon Nanfeng's legs were weak.
"It depends on your mood."
Mr. Han held his face with both hands. If she didn't hold on, she would fall into Yuan Mei's arms.
So sleepy…
"Should we forget it?" Yuan asked in a low voice. "You have been taught a lesson that should be taught, and you have been given the limelight that should have been given. The hotel is full of people, all waiting for you to express your stance."
"Hold on a little longer." Han Jiangxue curled her lips and said. "The longer I stay up, the less likely those naughty foxes outside will dare to take advantage of Brother Zhang."
"Oh." Yuan nodded lightly and sat down next to Mr. Han. "How about you lean on my shoulder for a while? You can hardly sit still."
"No need, I can't kill her!" Mr. Han said fiercely.
But the ferocity on his face only lasted for three to five seconds, and immediately faded.
In the evening, the sky gradually darkened.
When it gets dark, people get even sleepier.
Mr. Han stood up suddenly and almost fainted.
"Do you still dare to show off in front of my brother Zhang in the future?" Han Jiangxue walked towards Monanfeng with Yuanmei's support.
"I don't dare anymore..." Mon Nanfeng was numb, his face was dull.
"Mei Yuan, let's go!"
Mr. Han walked out of the hotel with weak legs. He seemed to be in high spirits, but in fact his heart was beating like thunder and he was about to die suddenly...
Mon Nanfeng also put on his coat and followed him out.
Her whole body felt like it was about to explode.
But inside, anger burned.
That damn old guy is bragging every day, why can’t he even deliver two buckets of water?
She wanted to go down and see what this old guy had been doing all day long!
But as soon as he got out of the elevator, Mon Nanfeng was dumbfounded.
The hotel was full of people inside and outside.
Moguan Shan sat in the hotel lobby all day, with the two ashtrays on the coffee table filled with cigarette butts.
"Miss!"
The handsome men in suits in the lobby shouted in unison.
In the northwest, we have seen many scenes like this in Monanfeng.
But at this moment, the person calling "Miss" was Han Jiangxue.
This card is considered to be full.
"Thank you for your hard work." Han Jiangxue looked around, but did not see Brother Zhang.
What's the meaning?
I've been working hard outside to win the country, but Brother Zhang doesn't even praise me on the field? That's too much!
After Moguanshan saw his precious daughter, he immediately rushed over to persuade her in a low voice, with a look of distress on his face.
This time, Mr. Han seemed even more stiff.
"Brother Zhang is here!"
Han Shixiao raised his voice and shouted loudly.
"Brother Zhang! Brother Zhang!"
Tang Sihai and Liang Daishan walked forward as fast as flying and greeted him.
Even Lu Taisui called out Brother Zhang in a vague voice, for fear that Brother Zhang would not hear him say hello, and for fear that the foreigners would hear him calling a man who was his grandson Brother Zhang.
Zhang Ruoyu, dressed in a crisp suit, walked into the hotel lobby. The clothes were customized by Mr. Han, as were the shoes. Before arriving, Brother Zhang even went to the hair salon to get a haircut.
It's completely different from the way I dressed when I was drinking flower wine last night.
Monanfeng glanced coldly at Zhang Ruoyu, who was dressed so casually while drinking wine and clothes.
Are you excited to pick up a wife?
Look at this brand-name product, it’s a lot of money, right?
Zhang Ruoyu responded calmly, his expression indifferent.
His appearance and temperament are completely different from the one he had while drinking flower wine last night. He really looks a bit like Mr. Zhang from Binhai.
"I just love to mess around."
Zhang Ruoyu lightly glared at Mr. Han, his eyes filled with softness.
Xuebao felt so depressed that he was completely gone.
I knew it was impossible for Brother Zhang not to come.
No, he was wearing the new suit, tie and leather shoes I bought for him, and he even had a haircut. He was so handsome.
"Are you exhausted?" Zhang Ruoyu asked softly.
"She is more tired than me!" Mr. Han said with a look of arrogance on his face.
When Mon Nanfeng heard this, he almost became anxious.
From last night to tonight, she was tortured so much that she almost jumped off the building and died.
Zhang Ruoyu raised his eyes, glanced at Mon Nanfeng, and slightly opened his thin lips and said, "You deserve it."
"Zhang Ruoyu?"
Suddenly.
A ferocious aura that seemed as real as reality swept over.
Moguan Shan took two steps forward, with a domineering look all over his body and eyes as bright as a torch.
"Yes." Zhang Ruoyu glanced at Moguanshan indifferently, not swayed by his violent aura at all.
"Let me say something." Moguanshan had been feeling aggrieved and endured for a day, and almost exploded.
"Say." Zhang Ruoyu said calmly.
"From now on, there will be no Northwest Territory on your country map!"
When Zhang Ruoyu heard this, before he spoke, Mr. Han, who was standing aside, curled his lips and said, "If you don't want to go, you won't go. Who cares?"
"Xue Bao, why are you talking?" Zhang Ruoyu scolded softly and said seriously. "There is an ancient capital of the Thirteen Dynasties in the northwest. I haven't visited it yet. It's so beautiful there.
gbia
The G noodles are even more unique.”
"——" Mr. Han twitched the corner of his mouth, a little speechless.
Zhang Ruoyu walked forward calmly, stared at Moguan Mountain, and said word by word: "I also want to say a word."
"From now on, on your Mo family's map, only the northwest will be left."
