Ding dong.

Han Jiangxue, who was sitting on the sofa and watching TV absentmindedly, received a WeChat message.

It was sent by Han Laomo.

"Xuebao, can Dad come to your house for a meeting? I have been wandering for a long time, and my heart is very tired and tired. ”

A depressed meme was also posted at the end.

"Come on, take my sister-in-law to barbecue by the way, Brother Zhang is greedy." Han Jiangxue replied to WeChat.

"It's not a good ride." Old Devil Han had already left his sister-in-law for a barbecue.

"Don't come then." Han Jiangxue immediately blushed.

“？”

Old Devil Han told the driver to turn around and buy barbecue.

Knock knock.

Half an hour later, there was a knock on the door.

Brother Zhang, who was making supper in the kitchen, wore an apron and opened the door with a kitchen knife in his hand.

"Ouch, what are you doing?"

Han Laomo, who was carrying the barbecue in both hands, was full of vigilance.

Others took knives, and with Han Laomo's explosive combat power, he was not stunned at all.

But the surnamed Zhang was carrying a knife, and in the eyes of Old Demon Han, the delicate balance of combat power was completely broken.

He panicked.

"I'm killing chickens." Zhang Ruoyu let go of his body and pouted. "Han always wants to eat a big plate of chicken."

Han Lao Mo changed his slippers and immediately became two centimeters shorter than Brother Zhang.

"Can you grow up when you get married?" Old Demon Han glanced at Brother Zhang enviously.

"It's you who took off the inner height." Brother Zhang took the barbecue from Old Devil Han's hand.

"When Lao Tzu was young, he was 1.82 meters, so tall and tall, he simply stood out from the crowd." Han Lao Mo was a little taboo about height, and argued with reason. "It's older now, and it's shrunk."

"Oh." Brother Zhang carried the barbecue into the kitchen to set the dishes, so as not to disturb the father and daughter to have a long talk.

"Snow Treasure."

Old Devil Han poured himself a large cup of the big red robe, and said solemnly: "You are very unparticular." ”

Han Jiangxue pretended to change the channel, and said without a match: "You two are turning over the small intestine there to settle old accounts, what am I going to do?" Listen to you talk about those old-fashioned rich family grievances? ”

"You can't say that." Old Devil Han said loudly. "Xuebao, if you are here, my waist board can be harder."

"Gone?" Han Jiangxue glanced at Old Demon Han.

"Stay." Old Devil Han raised his eyebrows and said. "I talked to her harshly, my family Xuebao is busy, and I may not want to see her, so let her wait. Wait for when Xue Bao is free, when will she be merciful to see her. ”

Han Jiangxue squinted and asked, "Do you really say that?" ”

"That's what it means." Old Demon Han shrugged. "Dad just drank eight bottles of rice wine, and his mind doesn't turn much."

Han Jiangxue sat on the sofa and said calmly: "I've not been busy lately, and I can't see it, I'm mainly giving you a few thin noodles, you can do it." ”

"Why don't you see you tonight? Have a late-night snack together? Old Devil Han snorted. Xiao Zhang is worthy of being the god of Beimang cooking, this craft, no wonder Xue Bao, you have obviously gained a few pounds recently. ”

"I'm not fat!" Han Jiangxue's willow eyebrows were upside down. "I've just been a little swollen lately!"

"Da Hong Pao drank too much?" Old Devil Han immediately gave the steps, and the thief was sensible.

"Angry!"

Han Jiangxue grimaced, and threw away the big red robe in his hand.

"Xuebao, don't be angry, Dad looks distressed." Han Lao Mo said, turned around and went to the bathroom where he couldn't lie down to make a call.

Doodle.

As soon as the phone was connected, Han Lao Mo heard the sound of the airport announcement.

Immediately, my heart chuckled, and my anger was raging.

"Where are you?" Han Lao Mo helped her pay for the house for a week!

"Airport." The woman's faint magnetic voice sounded.

"You want to go back to Beijing?" Old Demon Han exploded.

"There's a meeting to be held at the last minute." The woman said lightly.

"Who the has a meeting in the middle of the night?" Old Demon Han gritted his teeth. "Lao Tzu just persuaded your daughter, are you fooling me?"

"Don't fuck all day, how old are you? Pay attention to qualities. The woman said lightly.

"Watch out for your mom!" Old Demon Han's blood was rolling.

"Hung up." The woman hung up.

Han Lao Mo squatted by the toilet and didn't dare to go out.

How can this be explained to Xue Bao?

Old Devil Han was afraid of the heavens and the earth, and even the eight women, he was cowardly.

Only in front of his daughter, he has no temper at all.

I smoked a cigarette and flushed it down the toilet.

A cold voice rang out from the door.

"What's wrong?"

Han Jiangxue looked at Old Demon Han's drooping appearance, and probably guessed something.

"It's okay, I just called to communicate, she has to go back to Beijing temporarily, and she specially asked me to apologize." Old Devil Han grinned.

"Oh. It means that I have to go to Yanjing to meet her? Han Jiangxue squinted and asked.

It seems to have gone back to square one all of a sudden.

I want to see my mother and go to the capital.

If you want to see your daughter, come to the seaside.

This spell seems to be unbreakable.

"Not really." Han Lao Mo patiently explained. "She'll come back when she's free."

"Oh." Han Jiangxue's face turned cold.

In the dark eyes, there was a glint of displeasure.

Old Devil Han was a little flustered.

Afterglow peeked into the kitchen.

He really wanted to secretly send a WeChat message to the cook and let the cook coax his wife.

But the cook was stewing chicken while holding his mobile phone, as if he was watching some unhealthy little video.

"There's no need to rush back to Beijing overnight for a meeting."

"I just inquired, this meeting is related to Beimang."

"Come to the house and open it with me, I have the final say on Beimang's affairs."