Just as Zhang Ruolan was about to take action, Han Baihang dodged away and said with a smile: "Seeing Miss, my illness will be mostly cured. I don't need to look at you anymore."
"Smooth talk, no good deeds." Zhang Ruolan shrugged her nose and made an attribution to Han Baihang, and did not force him to see a doctor.
Seeing Zhang Ruolan's appearance, Han Baihang couldn't help but feel a little sympathy in his heart. She probably didn't know that she had been betrayed by her father.
Thinking of this, Han Baihang felt more and more that he couldn't agree to Zhang Renkui so easily, and said without hesitation: "Old Master, I'm afraid this junior can't do what you told me."
Zhang Renkui's face suddenly darkened and he said coldly: "Do you want to go back on your word?"
Han Baihang glanced at Zhang Renkui, who was uncertain, and then at Zhang Ruolan, who was full of doubts. He gritted his teeth and said, "Juniors think that marriage should not be such a trivial matter. Miss Zhang and I only met twice. It's really, really...
…”
His voice became softer and softer as he spoke, and Han Baihang secretly looked at Zhang Ruolan. The girl was still laughing, as if she didn't understand the meaning of Han Baihang's words at all.
Zhang Renkui stroked his beard and said: "What's so difficult about this? It's been the orders of parents and the words of matchmakers since ancient times. It doesn't matter if we haven't met in person. From now on, we'll all roll around in the same quilt, and we can see each other however we want.
You can say whatever you want, it won’t get in the way, it won’t get in the way.”
Han Baihang thought that when Zhang Ruolan heard it, Zhang Ruolan would definitely object with all his strength. If he continued to push the situation, the marriage would be so dirty and he could get away with it.
Unexpectedly, Zhang Ruolan didn't react at all and was still laughing. Han Baihang gritted his teeth and said: "I think even if I agree, Miss Zhang may not agree. Right, Miss Zhang."
At this moment, Han Baihang wanted Zhang Ruolan to be like those women on TV, standing up and pointing at Zhang Renkui's nose and shouting: "Love is free, I will never marry him."
Unexpectedly, Zhang Ruolan smiled sweetly at Han Baihang and said, "I listen to my father. I will marry whoever he tells me to marry."
Han Baihang froze on the spot as if he had been struck by lightning. He couldn't imagine that she would actually say such words. He didn't even blush and kept laughing.
"You see, my daughter also likes you very much, so don't refuse anymore. This marriage is decided. Tomorrow, in order to cut off some people's thoughts, I will hold a ceremony. You go up and go through the ceremony.
This marriage is settled."
Zhang Renkui slapped the table and laughed, seemingly very satisfied with Han Baihang as his son-in-law. Zhang Ruolan was also on the side, blinking his smiling eyes and constantly looking at his future husband.
The dinner table was full of joy for a while. Only Han Baihang felt as if he had eaten shit. With a bitter mouth, Han Baihang said: "Old man, I am just a soldier, so you don't want to think about it anymore?"
Zhang Renkui patted Han Baihang on the shoulder and said with a smile: "I think you are a good person so I gave my daughter to you. I wouldn't worry if it were anyone else."
As he spoke, Zhang Renkui lowered his body, leaned into Han Baihang's ear and whispered: "As long as you marry my daughter, I promise to let Huang Jinrong take away your goods and return them to you intact."
Han Baihang turned his head and glanced at Zhang Renkui, and saw that he was smiling all over, and he was also filled with indescribable satisfaction and pride.
After the meal, Han Baihang ate like a piece of cake, constantly wondering what Zhang Renkui's plan was.
If it was as he thought, wouldn't it be simpler to just give his daughter to Wu Peifu? Why do he have to sacrifice the near and seek the far away to curry favor with his little company commander?
After thinking about it for a long time, Han Baihang still couldn't guess what Zhang Renkui was thinking. After finishing the meal and drinking the tea, Zhang Renkui yawned and said: "I am old and useless. I am going to take a nap. You guys
Two young people, you can go out for a walk and just remember to come back for dinner in the evening."
After Zhang Renkui got up and walked towards the back, Zhang Ruolan also stood up and said to Han Baihang with a smile: "Let's go."
Han Baihang stood up and asked confusedly: "Where are we going?"
Zhang Ruolan came over, stopped Han Baihang's arm, looked at Han Baihang with eyes that smiled like crescent moons, and said, "You haven't been to Nantong yet, I'll take you out for a walk."
Han Baihang was held by Zhang Ruolan's arm. The two lumps of soft flesh were constantly rubbing against each other. It felt a little strange. He quickly took out his hand and said, "Miss Zhang, men and women do not interact with each other. Let's keep a little distance."
Seeing Han Baihang's embarrassment, Zhang Ruolan covered her mouth and started laughing. Slowly, she covered her stomach and doubled over with laughter.
"You're so funny. It's the Republic of China now. There's no such thing as accepting and not kissing. Didn't you see that there are all those men and women kissing on the street? We are going to get married soon. Let's hold hands.
What kind of."
I didn't expect Zhang Ruolan to be so open-minded. Han Baihang always felt that something was strange, but he didn't know what was wrong.
This feeling was the same as when he first entered Zhang Mansion and saw Zhang Renkui. Everything was normal but not normal. Fortunately, Zhang Ruolan didn't force it, and the two walked out of Zhang Mansion side by side.
Although Nantong City is not as prosperous as Shanghai, it has its own flavor and retains many styles from the pre-Qing Dynasty.
For a modern man like Han Baihang, it was a little more inexplicably attractive, and he gradually became fascinated by the surrounding scenery.
"What are you looking at?" Zhang Ruolan couldn't help but ask when she saw Han Baihang looking lost.
Han Baihang came back to his senses and said to Zhang Ruolan: "Don't you think these buildings are very simple and have a sense of history?"
Zhang Ruolan laughed again, holding her stomach and almost collapsed on the ground. Han Baihang watched Zhang Ruolan laugh out of breath, fearing that she would accidentally laugh herself to death.
"Is what I said wrong? There's nothing funny about it."
"You actually said these houses have a sense of age. Do you know when that house was built?"
Zhang Ruolan smiled and pointed to a yard in front. Han Baihang glanced at her finger and shook his head.
"That house was built when I was ten years old. Do you think it has a sense of age?"
Han Baihang then came back to his senses and forgot for a moment that he was in the Republic of China. These buildings from the pre-Qing Dynasty were nothing more than ordinary in Zhang Ruolan's eyes.
The Korean version of Han touched his nose and smiled awkwardly: "Don't you feel a little embarrassed? I want to find something to talk about to make the lady laugh."
Zhang Ruolan finally finished laughing, stood up straight, and said with an unwiped smile still on her face: "Do you want to go and have a look inside that house?"
Han Baihang was stunned for a moment and said, "What do you mean?"
Suddenly, Han Baihang felt a scent coming over him, then his eyes went dark, and he suddenly lost consciousness.