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There is a kind of beauty called hazy beauty.

Looking through the window and door and seeing such a faint shadow, his heart would probably beat faster.

Especially Zi Yan, the other beauty of the female god level. Her exquisite face could be said to be that of a man's killer, the dream of millions of people.

However, this kind of extremely beautiful woman was sitting on Zhang Han's body, bowing her head and saying a few naughty words from time to time.

Zhang Han also felt a sense of conquest in his heart, and other pleasures were not to be trifled with.

After an unknown amount of time, the sound of rain gradually stopped. Ten minutes later, sounds came from the bathroom and the two of them put on their pajamas before returning to the master bedroom to hug each other and sleep.

The next morning at seven o'clock.

Mengmeng was the first to wake up. The little fellow sat up in a daze, rubbed its eyes and muttered.

"Baba, you want to go to the toilet?"

"He's coming." Zhang Han immediately stood up and carried Mengmeng to the bathroom.

Returning to the bed, Zi Yan also opened her beautiful big eyes, which were only slightly narrowed and a little hazy.

"Mama is the last one to be born." He stretched out his hand and grabbed onto a strand of Zi Yan's long hair as he drew circles on her face softly. At the same time, he muttered: "Mama, hurry up and wake up, even Eunuch Sun has shined his light on my little fart."

"I'll get up later, first let Mama carry me for a while."

Zi Yan reached out his right arm to hug Mengmeng, and the two of them laid on the bed together.

"I'll make some breakfast."

After Zhang Han finished putting on his clothes, he said goodbye and went to the kitchen.

There was only one stove, and the kitchen had an entire set, but Zhang Han had no use for it so he took out his own kitchen utensils from the dimensional ring.

He boiled half a pot of water in the pot and took out an iron bowl at the same time. He put in the flour, filled it with water, and began to knead the noodles until it became a big dough.

Waiting for a few minutes, after the water was boiled, Zhang Han grabbed the two sides of the dough and pulled. The dough gradually became a long piece of dough, and from within, a small piece of dough was pulled out. He continued to stretch like this, grabbing the thick and long noodles between the two halves and continued to pull until the noodles were slightly thinner than chopsticks and entered the wok.

At this time, the voices of Zi Yan and Mengmeng came from behind them.

"Look, the Baba is cooking breakfast for us right now."

"Hmm, Baba, you are awesome, Baba is the strongest."

Zhang Han turned around and looked at the two women who had just finished washing their faces and smiled. "Go and pack up.

"Then after breakfast, we have to go for a week... "Eh?" Mengmeng looked up at Zi Yan as he spoke.

"It's a small town on the eighth day of the week." Zi Yan replied.

"Well, what day is eight o'clock?" Mengmeng asked curiously.

"There's no such thing as a week. A week is a name." Zi Yan explained.

"There's Monday, there's Tuesday, there's Wednesday, there's Thursday, Friday, Saturday, Sunday... Seven? "

"It's not Sunday, it's Sunday. It's also Sunday Sunday, Sunday, Sunday."

"Then why not Monday?" The Mengmeng asked again.

This time, it was going to be difficult for Zi Yan, as if one plus one was equal to two.

But Zhang Han gave an answer:

I remember a saying that says seven days a week is named after the Seven Planets, that the sun, the moon, the water, the fire, the earth, the sun, the sun, the sun, the sun, the sun, the sun, the earth, the sun, the sun, the sun, the sun, the sun, the sun, the sun, the sun, the sun, the sun, the sun, the sun, the sun, the sun, the sun, the sun, the sun, the sun, the sun, the sun,

Rather than explaining it to the Mengmeng, it was more like Zhang Han explaining it to him.

Zi Yan blinked his big eyes, pursed his lips into a smile, and looked towards Mengmeng: "Did you hear that, why did you call me that on Sunday?"

"Wu, Mama, let's go clean up quickly."

Mengmeng also did not understand, she pulled Zi Yan's shorts and wanted to go to the sofa to change.

Thus, the two of them went over to clean it up. Zhang Han looked at their speed and slowed down his cooking.

After the noodles were boiled, they were placed in a pot at the side. After the water was cold, the noodles were boiled in hot milk and eggs, and then a plate of okra and mushroom oily wheat vegetables. Seeing that Zi Yan was almost ready, Zhang Han took out the sausages that were made with Hungarian sheep-pig and made three servings of sausage noodles.

"Time to eat."

Smelling it, Mengmeng cheered as he ran towards the dining hall.

Zi Yan followed behind and went into the dining hall to eat a nutritious breakfast.

After a few minutes of rest, the family of three left the house. In the morning, they were going to take Mengmeng to eight small towns in the middle of the city to play.

The main town of the eight days of the week let the children experience the adult life, can be regarded as a special kind of play, with the nature of learning experience.

Today, only Zhang Han and the other two went there.

Mengmeng was very happy, as for new things, the little guy looked around curiously:

"What's that?"

"What is this?"

In the small town, he had spent E coins and had banks to exchange. Zhang Han and Zi Yan brought Mengmeng to tour the various specialties venues.

In the aviation building, the little guy put on the special guard uniform and followed the other children to salute the staff member on the side.

"Hello, welcome to that ?"

In addition to the aeronautical museum, there were also news halls, F1 racing houses, hospitals, beverage filling factories and other places that could be experienced.

Although it was said that it was less exciting than an amusement park, Mengmeng had a lot of experience.

At around 11 PM, Zhang Han drove a Mercedes-Benz while Zi Yan and Mengmeng sat in the back row and sang.

Zi Yan's voice was very nice to listen to, as she softly sang. The Mengmeng also inherited Zi Yan's good genes.

Returning to the hotel, Zi Yan and Zhou Fei headed towards Ru Xin Hotel.

There were some issues with the television station's New Year's party venue, so Ma Fang arranged for today's dress rehearsal to be held on the eleventh floor of Ru Xin Hotel.

This place was very close to the Lin Hai Television Station, and was the main topic for the people attending the party.

Not only were there some singers, but also movie stars that were singing across borders, as well as crosstalk actors, as well as art and magic performances, as well as dance companies, art groups, martial arts groups, and so on. The entire hotel was booked from the eighth to the thirteenth floor.

Therefore, this time's rehearsal at the eleventh floor would not affect the other guests.

When Zi Yan arrived at the Ru Xin Hotel, he was arranged by the staff member's side to ride in the employee elevator to go upstairs.

Other than Zi Yan and Zhou Fei, Zhao Feng, Liang Hao, Liang Mengqi, Liang Mengqi and two other members of the Security corps followed along. They entered the hallway from the side.

Thus, Zi Yan took off her sunglasses. Today, she was wearing a purple dress with long, wavy black hair and Zhang Han's necklace and earrings. She looked very elegant.

There were a lot of people in the hall, as many as possible. There were not even a sofa arranged, but a few simple small stools on the back, when they saw Zi Yan's group.

Many people raised their eyebrows, but they could still hear some exclamations:

"It's here, it's here Zi Yan! Aiya, she's really beautiful!"

"Oh my god, I really like her. I want to get her autograph. What do I do? I need it as soon as possible."

"It's really beautiful."

These people were basically all members of the art group that had come to attend the party. They were not celebrities, so they also pursued the stars.

As for the other celebrities with a bit of arrangement, they all greeted him:

"Miss Zi is here."

"Zi Yan, long time no see."

Regarding the stars of this place, Zi Yan could still call out their names, even if he forgot about them, but after seeing the program, he had some understanding of them, so Zi Yan replied politely.

For a moment, Zi Yan was like a myriad of stars cupping themselves around the moon, becoming the focus of everyone's gazes.

"Zi Yan, you're here." Ma Fang came over quickly from the side, sweat beading on his forehead.

Obviously, he was busy as well.

"The room inside can be used for resting. Do you want to go over and sit for a while, wait for your show to arrive, then come over?" Ma Fang asked.

"Eh ?." "No, I'll just sit here." Zi Yan replied with a smile.

"Haha, alright, sit over here. There is water and cold drinks at the table on the right." Ma Da brought Zi Yan, Zhou Fei and the rest to the first row.

Zhao Feng, Leng Yue and two other members of the Security corps were standing at the side.

There were a total of thirteen rows of chairs, with a lot of people sitting on them. The seats at the back were all full, and there were a lot of people standing on both sides of the table. Only a few seats were empty, but there were very few famous stars like Zi Yan.

Seeing Zi Yan sitting down, many people in the back row began to discuss:

"Zi Yan is so popular yet he still hasn't played any big cards, he's unlike that Wang Xinxin."

The room on the right side was not arranged before, but there was a person who was in a good mood and didn't even sit down for homework. He even expressed his dissatisfaction with Ma Da, so they urgently arranged a room for them to rest.

After sitting for a few minutes, when it was one o'clock, the host went up on stage and began to simulate the rehearsal.

The atmosphere here was very lively. At the other end was the Peninsula Hotel.

A line of three Bentleys was parked in the hotel parking lot.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

A total of five people got out of the car with the sound of several doors being turned off.

Among them were Wang Ming and Rong Jiaxin.

The other three people looked to be in their fifties, two males and one female. The older one was a man with a crew cut and some pimples on his face, and he was Rong Jiaxin's older brother, Rong Sheng. Beside him was a elegantly dressed woman was his wife.2

"Big brother and second brother, let's go up directly. Xiao Han and Little Li are at the ninth floor."

Rong Jiaxin said, then took the lead and walked in.

"Go take a look. The last time I saw them was when I was four or five years old. In the blink of an eye, twenty years have passed." Rong Sheng sighed.

"Time flies and Zhang Han has already gotten married, it's just that his parents have not come back yet." Rong Sheng's wife shook her head.

On the other hand, Rong Yong did not say anything and silently followed from the side.

Seeing that, Wang Ming laughed in his heart.

The three of them were all regular people and they normally wouldn't come in contact with martial world, so they couldn't be considered at the core level in Rong family.

This made Wang Ming feel a little emotional. It might have been more similar to the time he was here.

When they knew just how high Xiao Han's status was, and just how strong he was.

"At that time, their expressions will definitely be wonderful."

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