Godly Stay-Home Dad

Regardless of how the underground forces reacted, Zhang Han drove Li Anna to the door of the community and returned directly to Yunyin Garden.

Because there is an elevator card, so all the way unimpeded, came to the floor and knocked on the door, Wang Juan opened the door and smiled enthusiastically:

"Mr. Zhang is back."

During the speech, she gave Zhang Han a pair of men's slippers, no longer a one-time item. This was bought by Wang Juan when she went out to buy food. In her heart, she also accepted the identity of Zhang Han, the husband of Zi Yan.

Every time Zhang Han came, Zi Yan, Meng Meng and his happy, it really looks like a family.

Coming to the second floor, the little guy ran over after he saw Zhang Han, and ran out of his small arms.

"Hey, why are you coming back! It’s eleven o'clock."

Zhang Han will Meng Meng hug up and chuckle and say: "Dad is busy with something."

Looking at Zhang Han’s smile is like a peaceful father. He still has the smell of killing God. He holds Meng Meng in his arms and looks at her delicate little cheeks and happy smile. Zhang Han’s heart gradually softened.

‘Meng Meng is the treasure that he wants to be poor for his life. ’

At this moment, Zhang Han thinks what Hanyang Xianjun, what treasure hunt, what repair is a thing that can be abandoned, only Meng Meng, he will stick to it.

‘It turned out to be the feeling of being a father. ’

Zhang Han sighed in his heart and remembered the parents who didn't know where they were and didn't know. His heart was both anxious and helpless.

"Hey, let's go to Ma Ma, Meng Meng has painted a 粑粑, Ma Ma and Meng Meng." The little princess pointed in the direction of Zi Yan in Zhang Han's arms, Zhang Han walked over and sat down, Meng Meng is in Zhang Hanhuai got out of his body and stretched his small arm to take the paper back. He said with a look of hope: "Hey, look at it, can you look at it?"

"Well, it's really good, Meng Meng is getting worse." Zhang Han said with a smile.

"Giggle..." Meng Meng happy to hold Zhang Han's neck, the soft little lips came in Zhang Han's cheeks.

At eleven o'clock, and Meng Meng played for more than half an hour, Zi Yan and Zhang Han went to the bedroom to sleep with the little princess.

"Your album will be sent tomorrow?"

Zhang Meng whispered a question after Meng Meng fell asleep.

"Well, it will be on sale tomorrow." Zi Yan tapped his forehead.

"Is it free to go after the sale?" Zhang Han said casually.

"How is it possible?" Zi Yan’s beauty glanced at Zhang Han and said: “The sale is only the beginning. There are still a lot of things to be busy, but also some programs, maybe even going to the field. In short, it won’t Freed up."

"Don't do it when you are so busy. You can't do it at home on the song-casting network." Zhang Han couldn't help but say a word.

In his opinion, when the singer is good, the movie star is worth mentioning, then there is no need to go back and forth in such a busy way. He is free to write a few famous songs that have not appeared in the stars, and sitting at home does not enhance the popularity.

"My young master, how can you think so simple?" Zi Yan smiled and grinned, and the pressure on the sale began tomorrow. The reason is that Zhang Han’s concern is that she is light. He said with a sigh: "In short, you don't understand. Sometimes people who look like scenery in front of people have to go through a lot of hard work. Everyone's success is not readily available."

"Oh, then go back tomorrow, let Meng Meng live there, always running back and forth is also very troublesome." Zhang Han said.

"What about me?" The beauty of Zi Yan looked at Zhang Han without hesitation. After saying this, her heartbeat was inexplicably somewhat accelerated.

I don't know how this big wood will answer.

Will he take the opportunity to confess to me?

If he really confession, how can I answer it?

There is some confusion in Zixin’s heart, but Zhang Han is directly answering:

"You come back yourself."

"Amount?" Zi Yan's eyes glanced, and some cute expressions looked at Zhang Han.

"You can stay in the restaurant, and the place is enough." Zhang Han added another sentence.

Zi Yan stared at Zhang Han. After half a ring, she said with a big eyes: "No! I will run every day! You give me out, I have to rest!"

Zhang Han looked at Zi Zi inexplicably and turned and left the bedroom.

"Humph!"

Zi Yan sat on the bed and snorted, and muttered his mouth and was unhappy. He said: "This wood nerd is really a jerk! It doesn't matter if you care about people, it's a straight male cancer!"

A few words, Zi Yan lying on the bed, looking at the sleeping Meng Meng, her little mouth whispered a smile, and gradually fell asleep.

Nothing in the night.

The next day, also on the fifteenth, is a very important day for some people.

In the morning, Zhang Han and several people returned to the restaurant. Because of the time, the breakfast only made egg fried rice and clear noodle soup.

After a few days of baptism of clear noodle soup, the heat gradually dissipated, and the condition that the noodle soup was sold out earlier than the egg fried rice improved, making the speed of sale of the two kinds of foods almost the same.

Zi Yan eats a small bowl of egg fried rice and a bowl of clear noodle soup, Zhou Fei is to kill a large bowl of egg fried rice and clear noodle soup, with full of purple and purple to go to work.

At half past nine.

There was a wave of guests in front of the restaurant.

A total of five super sports cars drove together, the highest value of which is a bright red Lamborghini aventador worth eight million, the cheapest is a BMW I8 worth nearly a million.

A total of eight people came down from the car, and the blue-haired face-lifting man from Lamborghini came to the restaurant door.

"Bright brother, my friend said this is the family. They said that this egg fried rice is so delicious." One of them said to the blue-haired man.

"Oh." Huo Liang nodded and said faintly: "Then we will try the feeling of heaven."

The number of people in the field is the second generation of the South Island. Although they are not a front-line, they are also famous. The home industry is also a capital that allows them to make waves. Even they have some official people and people from underground forces. friendship.

Among these big and small, Huo Liang has the highest status. His family has opened a financial company. His father and many of Xiangjiang have business contacts.

However, while having a status, they also give them some high arrogance.

Eight people totaled five men and three women. The male looks plain and the female is slim. It is obviously the girlfriend of several men. When I walked to the restaurant, one of the tall, beautiful women with yellow hair wave looked at the sign. Then her eyes condensed and said with surprise:

"Oh! Look at it. Egg fried rice, one hundred yuan for clear noodle soup, ten for one million in front of the membership card, ten million for the back, God, it’s so expensive, even one cup of milk is worth one hundred yuan. ""

"Oh." An inch man smiled and said: "Don't make a fuss, if it is not the price, we will not come to this classless restaurant."

"Go in and see, if the food is not delicious, then by the price, I will let the restaurant shut down." Huo Liang snorted and took the lead and went in.

Walking into the restaurant, I found no one in the lobby on the first floor.

"anyone there?"

"boss!"

"Why are people going?"

Several people called a few times, but the restaurant didn't react except the faint music that sounded in the sound.

“How did this open the restaurant?” said the man with a brow in his head, a dissatisfied tone.

"Who knows? No one even." The woman with the wave rolled her mouth and said, "I am afraid that we are coming to a black shop."

"Hey!" The inch man slammed the table and cried, "Is everyone dead? Is there anyone else?"

"Is this really interesting to open a restaurant? Not even a single person, open a fart!" Another long-haired man sneered.

Under normal circumstances, the restaurant's service staff are uninterrupted, especially in the extremely fast-paced city like Xiangjiang, the service is supreme, they are the first time in the restaurant industry to meet such a situation for the guests to wait.

How can they endure the wait without knowing the situation, regardless of the food, their hearts are already very dissatisfied with the restaurant.

"Mom, what kind of restaurant is there for this service? I see if I have to ask someone to check it out?" The inch man snorted.

His name is Song Ying. He is a rich second generation. At the same time, there is another uncle in the family who is an official departmental cadre. It is related to the food and beverage supervision department. Therefore, in terms of food and beverage, he still has some way to go, except for Huo Liang. His status is the highest.

"I think it should be checked, there is a problem with the price."

“Well, a restaurant doesn’t even have a waiter, and selling a high-priced member is a big problem.”

"Who said no, I was the first time I saw such a restaurant."

"If the food is not satisfactory, then you are welcome." Huo Liang said with a slight frown.

He hates waiting for the most, no matter who he is waiting for, the longer he is, the more tempered his heart is. If he is unhappy, he will not let the people he wait for.

Don't ask why, he is this stinky temper, who makes him the highest position in his circle, although Xiangjiang has many people who are better than him, but he usually plays only with his own identity, that kind of no I am worried about what I want to say and what I want to do.

"What is it?"

Suddenly, a light voice came from the corner of the stairs. Under the eyes of several people, Zhang Han rubbed his palm with a towel and walked to the stairs on the first floor. He looked at the crowd with a gaze, and said with a slight frown:

"The signboard is in front of the door. Wouldn't you take a look when you come in?"

Zhang Han’s words, first let everyone glimpse, then the anger in my heart was ignited.

After waiting for a long time, there was no apology, no frowning, and frowning in such a dull tone. Why?

"The rules are dead, people are alive, we as consumers, not for you..." Huo Liang said with a cold smile.

After the words were not finished, Zhang Han gave him a faint look and interrupted: "For me, you are nothing."