Chapter 85 Gift

Soon, Zhang Han brought over a can of Coke and a can of beer.

"Take a sip."

Zhang Han opened the bottle cap, handed it to Zi Yan, raised the beer, and touched Zi Yan's Coke bottle.

Zi Yan looked at Zhang Han with a smile on his face. At this moment, she felt that Zhang Han was actually quite handsome.

One of the once invincible Shangjing Four Young Masters has become so calm now, which made Zi Yan feel a little emotional.

gurgling.

After drinking two big gulps of Coke, Zi Yan completely suppressed those complicated emotions in her heart, and she relaxed.

"uh-huh."

Zi Yan stood up, stretched her waist, and said lazily: "I'm so busy these days, I can finally relax."

As everyone knows, she stretched her waist in front of Zhang Han, her enchanting figure was undoubtedly obvious, with a protruding front and back, coupled with a beautiful face, it seemed to be a beautiful picture.

'She... is comparable to the looks of those saintesses in the world of cultivating immortals. '

Zhang Han admired in his heart, glanced at the time, it was close to one o'clock in the morning, Zhang Han pondered for a while, and planned to ask about the obsidian spar on Zi Yan's necklace.

"Huh?" Zi Yan suddenly let out a light snort, and said, "Did you take a picture of Mengmeng? It's so beautiful!"

Zi Yan noticed the photos on the wall next to the piano, and walked over curiously.

"Well, it was taken a few days ago." Zhang Han responded, put down his beer, got up and followed.

"It's so beautiful." Zi Yan's eyes are full of little love, her daughter is so beautiful, as a mother, she is also very happy.

However, when she saw the photo of Zhang Han and Mengmeng on the back side, she was stunned.

"The photo of the two of you is also very nice." Zi Yan pouted and said.

It's true that the photo is beautiful, but Zi Yan feels a little bit of a taste at this moment.

There are only photos of Mengmeng and Zhang Han in the room, not hers.

Inexplicably, I feel a little panic in my heart, Mengmeng is her daughter, she is Mengmeng's Mama, what's the matter without her in the photo?

"Where's my photo?" Zi Yan was silent for a while, then suddenly said in a muffled voice.

"What photo?" Zhang Han glanced at Zi Yan and asked.

"I want to put my photo in the photo frame." Zi Yan pursed her lips, looking directly at Zhang Han and said.

"Oh, that's fine. I'll buy some photo frames tomorrow and put your photos on the second floor." Zhang Han smiled lightly.

"That won't work, I want the photos to be placed on the first floor." Zi Yan pouted, with a slightly stubborn tone.

"The first floor is full, and these are the photos that Mengmeng and I specially picked out." Zhang Han gave her a strange look.

Isn't it the same for the photos on the second floor?

"I don't care, I'm going to be on the first floor, and I have to put my photos here." Zi Yan breathed a little shortly, looking directly at Zhang Han, with the slightest hint of uncompromising in her eyes.

"This won't work, I agree with Mengmeng and I won't agree." Zhang Han shook his head directly and refused.

"Mengmeng will agree, and I must put my photo here." Zi Yan looked at Zhang Han without blinking her big eyes.

The eyes seem to say that if he doesn't agree, then Zi Yan will continue to fight here.

However, there was also a sense of grievance and depression in her eyes. In this restaurant, even hanging a photo has to be fought like this. How can she look like a hostess!

Looks like...she's not the hostess yet.

Zhang Han glanced at Zi Yan, lost the battle, and said: "All right, all right, let's put your photo, but there are six photo frames here, don't you need to put all the photos? Just give you a photo frame."

"One?" Zi Yan's eyes gradually widened, she snorted softly, and said, "How about one? At least four..."

"Is four too many? What are you doing with so many photos?" Zhang Han replied.

"What? You dislike me? Am I not beautiful? What's wrong with taking some photos of me?" Zi Yan looked at Zhang Han angrily.

"no......"

Zhang Han felt his head was getting bigger.

Chatting with Zi Yan was like bargaining with a big saw. In the end, the two decided to put Zi Yan's photo in two photo frames.

"Hmph, I'll send you a photo now, you can find someone to develop it, one on the left and one on the right, you know."

In the end, Zi Yan let out a triumphant smile, took out her mobile phone, picked two beautiful selfies, and sent them to Zhang Han's WeChat.

Zhang Han glanced at it roughly, then sent it to the staff of the photo studio, with a red envelope of 500 yuan, asking him to send the photo over the next day.

Only after finishing this matter, Zi Yan was satisfied, walked a few steps, and walked to the piano.

"How did you buy the Steinway piano as a decoration?" Zi Yan stretched out her white and tender fingers and stroked the piano lightly.

"Who said this is a decoration?" Zhang Han smiled helplessly. Why does it seem that in Zi Yan's eyes, he is useless?

"What? Judging from your tone, you can play the piano?" Zi Yan's beautiful eyes glanced at Zhang Han and said.

"I don't know why I bought it." Zhang Han shook his head slightly, and said, "I passed the tenth level of piano when I was eleven years old, and I didn't play it very much after that."

"Really?" Zi Yan said rather strangely.

There are grades 1 to 10 for pianos. This is just an amateur classification. It is not difficult to reach grade 10, but if you want to go up, you need a professional graduate student from a music school.

But even if he is an amateur, relatively speaking, the tenth level is considered very good, and Zi Yan thinks that Zhang Han can play the piano and likes music, so he should have some common topics with himself.

Besides, a man who can play the piano is pretty cool.

"Why am I lying to you?" Zhang Han had a speechless expression.

Why since communicating with Zi Yan, this girl always doesn't believe in herself.

"Then, play the piano for me tomorrow." Zi Yan said a little shyly.

"Row."

Zhang Han responded casually, feeling that the time was almost up, so Zhang Han looked at the obsidian spar again.

After seeing his gaze, Zi Yan felt her body stiffen immediately, twisted her slender waist, and spat lightly: "What are you looking at?"

Although the words said so, Zi Yan really felt a little proud in her heart. Isn't the purpose of dressing up like this just to see Zhang Han's appearance like a pig brother!

"Ahem." Zhang Han coughed lightly and said, "Your necklace is pretty."

"Huh! Glib tongue." Zi Yan snorted, walked back to the sofa, took a sip of Coke after sitting down, and gave Zhang Han a white look in her beautiful eyes.

In her opinion, Zhang Han's explanation is obviously a disguised form to say that she has a good-looking figure. It seems that he still has vision, but why did he look like a big wood before?

Zhang Han sat beside Zi Yan, thought for a while, and said directly: "Can you give me your necklace."

"necklace?"

Zi Yan was slightly taken aback, and said subconsciously: "Why do you want it?"

"It works for me." Zhang Han said truthfully,

Seeing that Zhang Han was not joking, Zi Yan finally realized that he seemed to be really saying that the necklace was beautiful.

Thinking of this, Zi Yan felt a sense of loss in her heart, she hummed lightly and said, "No."

"Eh..." Zhang Han sighed lightly, and said in a helpless tone: "It really works for me, not just for me, for Mengmeng, for you, and for everyone."

With obsidian spar, not only can Yuyanlu be evolved into a second-order spirit treasure, but also the amount of pure yang water can be doubled. In this case, Zhang Han can buy some adult cattle and sheep and feed them directly Pure yang water can be eaten in a short time, and it can also indirectly nourish the soil and water in the territory, so it is still very expensive to use.

"Then tell me what it is used for." Zi Yan's tone was a little hesitant, and she would make the biggest concession about Mengmeng's matter.

"You just need to know that it can indirectly improve everyone's physique." Zhang Han nodded slightly.

"No." Zi Yan refused again.

"Why not?" Zhang Han looked at Zi Yan dumbfounded.

"You haven't given me a gift yet, why should I give you a gift first? And this necklace is a souvenir from my grandfather when I was a child." Zi Yan said with her lips slightly pouted, revealing her dissatisfaction in her tone , After meeting for so many days, Zhang Han has never given her a gift, nor said any words of concern. This kind of big wood wants to ask for a gift for himself, just dream.

"Gift... By the way, when Mengmeng and I were shopping, I saw a nice piece of clothing, so I bought it for you. Wait a minute." Zhang Han said, got up and walked to the second floor.

It seems that the clothes that Mengmeng asked Papa to buy came in handy.

After a while, Zhang Han came out with a clothing bag in his hand.

"Let's take a look?" Zhang Han smiled lightly and handed it over.

At the same time, he felt a little guilty, it seemed that Mengmeng had forced to buy this dress, he hadn't thought about it that way, now it looks like he specially gave it to Zi Yan as a gift.

"Did you really prepare a gift for me?"

Zi Yan's big eyes shone slightly, and she took the clothing bag with a slightly joyful expression, and after taking out the white fluffy clothes, she looked at Zhang Han with admiring eyes, and said with a smile:

"Hmph, your vision is not bad, the clothes are pretty, I like them very much, thank you."

Zhang Han just listened, shook his head and smiled without saying a word.

After Zi Yan took the clothes and looked around for a while, she put down the clothes, pursed her sexy red lips and pondered for a while.

In the end, she raised her slender arms, took off the necklace on her neck, and said with a bit of reluctance:

"Then, I will give you this necklace."

"it is good."

Zhang Han was not polite, he directly linked the necklace, looked at the black heart-shaped stone, put it on his nose, and subconsciously took a long sniff with Wen Bao's nose.

'Obsidian spar...'

Zhang Han was very familiar with the breath of this spar. He squinted his eyes slightly, his face full of intoxication.

Zi Yan was taken aback when she saw his expression, then her pretty face blushed, and her beautiful eyes flickered to look elsewhere.

'What is he doing? '

‘Is he smelling, smelling my body fragrance? '

‘Why is he so blatant! '

Zi Yan was shocked by Zhang Han's behavior, and felt a little confused for a while.