Chapter 570: Someone From the Rong Family

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There is a kind of beauty called hazy beauty.

Seeing this faint shadow through the door and window, I am afraid that I will feel my heart beating faster.

Especially Zi Yan, a beauty at the level of a goddess, whose exquisite face can be said to be a killer of men, is the dream of thousands of people.

However, such an extremely beautiful woman is now on Zhang Han's body, and she bows her head and says a few mischievous words from time to time.

Zhang Han also has a feeling of conquest in his heart, and other pleasures are not enough for outsiders.

I don't know how long it took before the sound of the drizzle in the second bedroom gradually stopped. After more than ten minutes, there was a sound from the bathroom, and then the two of them put on their pajamas and returned to the master bedroom to embrace each other and fall asleep.

Seven o'clock the next morning.

Mengmeng woke up first, the little guy sat up in a daze, rubbed his eyes, and muttered;

"Papa Mama, I want to go to the toilet."

"Here we come." Zhang Han immediately got up, hugged Mengmeng, and went to the bathroom.

Back on the bed, Zi Yan also opened her big beautiful eyes, but she was slightly squinted and confused.

"Ma Ma is the last one to get up again." Mengmeng was also very energetic, crawled to put it on and got into the bed, stretched out her small hand to hold Zi Yan's long hair, and gently brushed it on her face Draw a circle, and at the same time muttered, "Ma Ma is getting up soon, the sun is shining on your little ass."

"Get up later, let Mama hug you for a while."

Zi Yan stretched out her right arm to hold Mengmeng in her arms, and the two of them lay on the bed together.

"I'm going to make some breakfast."

After Zhang Han got dressed, he said and went to the kitchen.

In the space ring, there are still some ingredients. There is only one stove and a whole set of kitchen utensils, but Zhang Han didn't use it. He took out his own kitchen utensils from the space ring.

Boil half a pot of water in a cooking pot, and at the same time take out an iron basin, put in flour, pour water, and start kneading the dough, kneading it one by one, and soon it will become a big dough.

Wait a few minutes for the water to boil,

Zhang Han grabbed the two sides of the dough, pulled it, and then began to shake back and forth. The dough gradually became a long one. He tore a small piece of dough from it, and continued to stretch like this, grabbing the two sections of the thick and long noodles. Hold on, continue to pull the noodles until the noodles are slightly thinner than the chopsticks, and put them into the pot.

At this time, the voices of Ziyan and Mengmeng came from behind:

"Look, Papa is making breakfast for us."

"Hmm, Papa, you are awesome, Papa is the best."

Zhang Han looked back at the couple who had just finished washing, and smiled: "Go and clean up, we will have breakfast in ten minutes."

"Then after breakfast, we're going on Sunday...er?" Mengmeng looked up at Zi Yan while speaking.

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

"Well, which day is Friday?" Mengmeng asked curiously.

"There is no such thing as Friday, and Saturday is a name." Zi Yan explained.

"There's Monday, and there's Tuesday, and there's Wednesday, and there's Thursday, and Friday, and Saturday, and... seven?"

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

"Then why isn't it called Saturday?" Mengmeng asked again.

Now Zi Yan is stumped, as if one plus one equals two.

But Zhang Han gave an answer:

"I remember seeing a saying before that the seven days of the week are named according to the Qiyao, which are the sun, moon, gold, wood, water, fire, and earth. The moon day is Monday, and the fire day is Tuesday. It's Sunday, that's how it's called."

Rather than explaining it to Mengmeng, it is better to say that Zhang Han explained it to Zi Yan.

Zi Yan's big eyes blinked, she pursed her lips and smiled, and looked at Mengmeng: "Have you heard, the origin of the name Sunday."

"Well, Mama, let's go clean it up."

Mengmeng didn't understand, so she pulled the edge of Ziyan's shorts to go to the sofa to change clothes.

So the couple went to pack up, Zhang Han took a look at their speed, and slowed down his cooking speed.

After the noodles were cooked, they were placed in a pot aside, passed through cold water, and then boiled eggs with hot milk, and fried a plate of okra and mushroom lettuce. After seeing that Zi Yan was about to get dressed, Zhang Han took out the noodles with a Hungarian curly-haired pig The sausages that were made, made three servings of sausage chow mein.

"Let's have dinner."

Smelling the drift, Mengmeng cheered and ran to the restaurant.

Zi Yan followed behind and came to the restaurant to eat a very nutritious breakfast.

After a few minutes of rest after dinner, the family of three went out to take Mengmeng to the Saturday Town for a visit in the morning.

Weekly Eight Town focuses on letting children experience the life of adults. It is a special kind of play, with the nature of learning experience.

There were only three Zhang Han members who went there to play today. After arriving at the place.

Mengmeng is very happy, for the novelty, the little guy looks curiously:

"What is that?"

"What is this?"

In the small town, the consumption is e-coins, which can be exchanged in banks. Zhang Han and Zi Yan took Mengmeng to visit various special venues.

In the aviation hall, the little guy put on the special guard clothes, and together with several other kids, followed the staff to salute to the side and said:

"Hello, welcome to that..."

In addition to the aviation hall, there are also news halls, F1 racing halls, hospitals, beverage filling plants and other places where you can experience.

Although in terms of play or stimulation, this place is lower than the playground, but it also makes Mengmeng experience more abundant.

After eleven o'clock, Zhang Han was driving the Mercedes-Benz, and Zi Yan and Mengmeng were humming songs together in the back seat.

Zi Yan's voice is very nice, she sings softly, and Mengmeng has also inherited Zi Yan's good genes, and her immature singing voice is quite pleasant, which Zhang Han enjoys very much.

Back at the hotel, Zi Yan and Zhou Fei went to Nu Xin Hotel.

Something happened to the venue of the TV station's New Year's party, so Ma Dafang arranged today's rehearsal on the eleventh floor of the Nu Xin Hotel.

It is very close to Linhai TV station, which is the main theme of the party participants.

There were a lot of people participating, not only some singers, but also movie stars who sang across borders, sketch comedians, art magic performances, backup dancers, art troupes, martial arts troupes, etc. The entire hotel was covered Down six floors, from the eighth floor to the thirteenth floor.

So this rehearsal is on the eleventh floor, and it won't affect other residents.

When Zi Yan arrived at the Nu Xin Hotel, she was arranged by the staff to take the staff elevator upstairs from the side.

In addition to Zi Yan and Zhou Fei, Zhao Feng, Leng Yue, Liang Hao, Liang Mengqi, and two other members of the security team followed. Entering the corridor from the side, the lights are relatively bright, but the large round hall in the center is relatively dark. All pulled up.

So Zi Yan took off her sunglasses. Today she wore a purple dress, black wavy long hair, and a necklace and earrings from Zhang Han. She looked very elegant.

There are a lot of people in the hall, people come and go, there are no sofas, but some simple stools with backrests, when you see Zi Yan and the group.

Many people looked sideways, and some exclamations could be heard:

"Come here, Zi Yan is here, oh, she is so beautiful!"

"My God, I like her so much, I want to ask for an autograph, what should I do, I'm so anxious."

"It's really beautiful."

These are basically people from the art troupe participating in the gala, not celebrities, but also chasing stars.

And some famous stars greeted one after another:

"Miss Zi is here."

"Zi Yan, long time no see."

For the stars here, Zi Yan can also be named, even if she has forgotten, but after reading the program list, she will understand, so Zi Yan responded politely.

For a while, after walking on the field, Zi Yan became the focus of all the audience's eyes like stars holding the moon.

"Zi Yan, you are here." Ma Dafang walked over quickly from the side, his forehead was a little sweaty.

Obviously too busy.

"The room inside is for resting. Would you like to sit there for a while, and come over when your show arrives?" Ma Fang asked.

"Uh...no, I'll just sit here." Zi Yan replied with a slight smile.

"Haha, okay, sit here, there is water and cold drinks on the table on the right." Ma Dafang welcomed Zi Yan and Zhou Fei to the first row.

Zhao Feng, Leng Yue and two other members of the security team stood aside, and Liang Hao also stood casually by the side, not going over to join in the fun.

There are a total of thirteen rows of chairs present, which can seat quite a few people. The back is basically full, and there are many people standing on both sides. There are only some vacant seats in the front, but there are very few famous stars like Zi Yan.

After seeing Zi Yan sitting down, many people in the back row were discussing:

"Zi Yan is so popular that she doesn't play tricks at all, unlike that Wang Xinxin."

The room on the right side was not arranged before, but there was a very popular person who came here to do homework and even expressed dissatisfaction with the motor side, so he urgently arranged a room for them to rest. The first big name was Wang Xinxin, After seeing this, more than a dozen people also went to rest.

After sitting for a few minutes, at one o'clock, the host came to the stage and started a mock rehearsal.

The atmosphere here is very lively, on the other side, the Peninsula Hotel.

A group of three Bentleys parked in the hotel parking lot.

bang bang bang!

There were several sounds of opening and closing the doors, and a total of five people got out of the car.

Among them are Wang Ming and Rong Jiaxin.

The other three looked to be in their fifties, two men and one woman, the older one was a man with a flat head and some acne marks on his face. The gorgeous and elegant woman is his wife, and the man with a thin face and calm expression slightly behind is the official Rong Yong.

"Big Brother and Second Brother, let's go straight up, Xiao Han and Xiao Li are on the ninth floor."

After Rong Jiaxin said something, he took the lead and walked in.

"Go and have a look, the last time I saw them was when I was four or five years old, more than twenty years have passed in a flash." Rong Sheng sighed with emotion.

"Time flies, and Zhang Han is married, but his parents haven't come back yet." Rong Sheng's wife shook her head.

Rong Yong, on the other hand, didn't say anything, and followed silently.

Seeing this, Wang Ming secretly smiled inwardly.

The three of them are ordinary people, and they don't usually have contact with the martial arts world, and they are not considered to be at the core level in the Rong family.

This made Wang Ming feel a little bit emotional, maybe he was more like himself back then.

When they knew how high Xiaohan's status was and how strong his strength was.

"At that time, their expressions must be very exciting."

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