Chapter 1220: A Hungry Man Doesn't Know A Hungry Man Is Hungry

At this time, Han Jingshen is no longer the teenager who suddenly changed in his family seven years ago, and he doesn't want to listen to anyone talk about his family affairs.

At that time, he was sensitive, and thought that the gaze that everyone cast on him was nothing more than mockery, pity, and a kind of schadenfreude.

Now he can face everything calmly.

"It was confiscated, but I bought it back two years ago."

Ji Xiaofan raised his eyebrows slightly, this is not something that can be bought with money.

Han Jingshen seemed to see her doubts, and continued:

"It didn't cost much, I made a contribution, saved a big man, and was robbed, and this house was given to me by his old man at a low price."

Ji Xiaofan only now understood that some people can't stand in a prominent position after a lifetime, even if Han Shuhang is as calculating, he has caught up with the turbulent era and walked up step by step.

Han Jingshen is young, but in just seven years, how can he have such achievements now.

I see.

"The future is great, why not keep going?" Ji Xiaofan didn't understand it very much.

"The future is not as important as a daughter-in-law." Han Jingshen hooked his lips and smiled, sitting on the sofa on the side, leaning on the sofa, with his arms behind his back.

This Jing paralyzed child's movements, Ji Xiaofan has never seen anyone more handsome than him.

Han Jingshen whistled and bowed his chin towards the position beside him.

"Come here, sit here."

At this time, this place, Ji Xiaofan didn't want to cause anything, so he refused.

"No, it's getting late, I have to go back."

It hasn't been five minutes since she came in, how could Han Jingshen let her go, seeing that she turned around to leave, Han Jingshen grabbed her arm and pulled her over.

The current Ji Xiaofan couldn't compare with his strength, his feet were unstable, and he sat on the sofa, just being hugged by him.

Han Jingshen looked at Ji Xiaofan and frowned, and scolded in his heart, Lao Tzu has done more intimate things with you at the beginning, and now he is not happy to hug him.

However, he didn't want to force Ji Xiaofan from the bottom of his heart, and finally let go of her.

"What's the hurry, it's only seven forty, it's early."

After Ji Xiaofan sat down, he said in a low voice uncomfortably:

"I told my aunt that I would go back before eight o'clock."

Han Jing listened to her talk about Xie Yun and grinded his teeth.

"You don't scare me with your aunt, a full man doesn't know that a hungry man is hungry, when she was separated from your master for fifteen years, did she also think that we had to separate enough time for them to balance her heart?"

Ji Xiaofan gave him a blank look, a blind analogy.

The two of them are different from Lin Zhiyuan and Xie Yun.

Xie Yun knew about their relationship with the Han family, and Xie Yun was afraid that he would go astray.

Han Jingshen saw that Ji Xiaofan was not happy to say thank you, so he simply didn't mention it and talked about something else.

"By the way, why didn't you reply when I messaged you?"

"Nope."

Ji Xiaofan carried his mobile phone, and he didn't receive Han Jingshen's message at all.

"How could it not be, I sent you more than 20 messages, what about your mobile phone, do you have it?"

Han Jingshen said and reached out to touch her pocket.

Today, Ji Xiaofan was wearing jeans, tight-fitting, and the position of the pockets was awkward, she slapped Han Jingshen's hand aside and took out her mobile phone.

She flipped through it, and it really wasn't.

Han Jingshen looked at it, but there was not a single message from him in the inbox.

"This broken mobile phone, it's all antique, and there is a leak of news, throw it away tomorrow, I'll buy you a new one."

Ji Xiaofan glanced at him, "No, I'll buy it myself." ”

Han Jingshen smiled evilly, leaned over to Ji Xiaofan and said:

"The incense I bought, this Nokia has been used for seven or eight years, and I am reluctant to lose it."

Ji Xiaofan: "......"

ps: I was criticized and educated by the child's homeroom teacher last night, saying that my family education is not in place, and I am not a qualified mother, saying that the child has regressed significantly, so I want to be a mother in the DingTalk class, supervise the child's class, and ensure that the child does not play games. I accompanied the whole process to write homework, and I felt like I was going crazy all day.

Good night, the end of the fourth watch.

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