Han Jiangxue, who was sitting on the sofa and watching TV absentmindedly, received a WeChat message.
It was sent by Old Demon Han.
"Xue Bao, can dad come to your house for a chat? I have been wandering for a long time and my heart is very tired and exhausted."
At the end, he also posted a depressed emoticon.
"Come on, let's bring my sister-in-law to have a barbecue on the way. Brother Zhang is hungry." Han Jiangxue replied on WeChat.
"It's not a smooth journey." Han Laomo had already left his sister-in-law to have a barbecue.
"Then don't come." Han Jiangxue said immediately.
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Han Laomo told the driver to turn around and go buy barbecue.
Dong Dong.
Half an hour later, there was a knock on the door.
Brother Zhang, who was making midnight snacks in the kitchen, was wearing an apron and opened the door with a kitchen knife in his hand.
"Ouch, what are you doing?"
Han Laomo, who was holding a barbecue in both hands, looked wary.
When someone else holds a knife, Han Laomo's explosive fighting power doesn't scare him at all.
But Zhang was carrying a knife, and in the eyes of Old Demon Han, the delicate balance of combat power was completely broken.
He was a little panicked.
"We are killing the chicken." Zhang Ruoyu stepped aside and curled his lips. "Mr. Han wants to eat a big plate of chicken."
Han Laomo changed into slippers and was immediately two centimeters shorter than Brother Zhang.
"Can you grow taller after getting married?" Han Laomo glanced at Brother Zhang enviously.
"It's because you took off your penis to increase your height." Brother Zhang took the barbecue from Han Laomo's hand.
"When I was young, I was 1.82 meters tall. I stood out from the crowd." Han Laomo was a little taboo about height, so he argued rationally. "Now that I am older, I have shrunk."
"Oh." Brother Zhang carried the barbecue into the kitchen and arranged the dishes, not disturbing the father and daughter who were having a long conversation.
"Xubao."
Han Laomo poured himself a large cup of Dahongpao and said seriously: "You are very ungrateful."
Han Jiangxue pretended to change the channel and said, "You two are going over there to settle old scores. Why should I go there? Listen to you talk about those old grievances between wealthy families?"
"You can't say that." Old Mo Han said loudly. "If you were here, Xuebao, my waist would be stronger."
"Leaving?" Han Jiangxue glanced at Old Mo Han.
"Stay here." Old Mo Han raised his eyebrows and said. "I told her harshly. My Xuebao is busy and may not want to see her. Let her wait. When will Xuebao be free?
Meet her compassionately."
Han Jiangxue narrowed her eyes and asked, "Did you really say that?"
"That's probably what I mean." Han Laomo shrugged. "Dad just drank eight bottles of rice wine, and his mind is not working very well."
Han Jiangxue sat on the sofa and said calmly: "I haven't been busy recently, and I haven't seen you. I mainly want to give you some thin noodles, and you can do whatever you want."
"How about we meet tonight? Let's have a midnight snack together?" Han Laomo sniffed. "Xiao Zhang is indeed the god of cooking in Beimang. With such skills, no wonder Xuebao, you have obviously gained a few pounds recently."
"I'm not fat!" Han Jiangxue raised her eyebrows. "I just have a little edema recently!"
"Did you drink too much, Dahongpao?" Han Laomo immediately stepped forward, showing his sense.
"Angry!"
Han Jiangxue had a straight face and threw away the Dahongpao in her hand.
"Xue Bao, don't be angry, Dad looks distressed." After saying this, Old Mo Han turned around and went to the bathroom where he couldn't lie down to make a phone call.
Dudu.
As soon as the call was connected, Han Laomo heard the airport announcement.
Immediately, my heart pounded and I was filled with rage.
"Where are you?" Han Laomo helped her advance a week's rent!
"Airport." The woman's magnetic voice sounded.
"You want to go back to Beijing?" Han Laomo exploded.
"I have an impromptu meeting to hold." The woman said calmly.
"Who the hell is holding a meeting in the middle of the night?" Han Laomo gritted his teeth. "I just persuaded your daughter to get better, and you are fucking kidding me?"
"Don't fuck all day long. How old are you? Pay attention to your quality." The woman said calmly.
"Pay attention to your mother!" Old Demon Han's blood boiled.
"Hang up." The woman hung up the phone.
Han Lao Mo was squatting next to the toilet, not daring to go out.
How to explain this to Xuebao?
Old Demon Han was blaming the sky and the earth, even the eighth wife, he was scornful.
Only in front of his daughter, he has no temper at all.
I smoked a cigarette and flushed it into the toilet.
A cold voice sounded from the door.
"What's wrong?"
Han Jiangxue looked at Old Mo Han's drooping look and probably guessed something.
"It's okay, we just communicated on the phone. She had to go back to Beijing temporarily because of something, and she specifically asked me to express my apology." Han Laomo said with a grin.
"Oh. Does that mean I have to go to Yanjing to see her?" Han Jiangxue asked with narrowed eyes.
It seemed like I was back to the beginning all of a sudden.
I want to see my mother and go to the capital.
If you want to see your daughter, come to Binhai.
This curse seems unbreakable.
"No," Han Laomo explained patiently. "She will come again when she has time."
"Oh." Han Jiangxue's face turned cold.
The dark beautiful eyes flashed with displeasure.
Old Demon Han was a little panicked.
He glanced at the kitchen out of the corner of his eye.
He really wanted to secretly send a WeChat message to the cook and ask him to coax his wife.
But while the cook was stewing chicken, he was holding his cell phone, as if he was watching some unhealthy video.
"There's no need to rush back to Beijing all night for a meeting."
"I just made inquiries. This meeting is related to Beimang."
"Come home and talk to me. I have the final say on Beimang's affairs."
