Chapter 87 Finally Appeared

Zhang Han was furious and broke up with Qiao Luoluo, and took a few brothers to find Lin Jie that night.

He slapped Lin Jie's smiling face and broke one of Lin Jie's arms. At that time, Zhang Han's father, Zhang You, suppressed the matter, but the good times didn't last long. Within a month, Zhang Han's The parents disappeared, and the second uncle Zhang Nan came to power. Not long after, many people headed by Lin Jie started to attack, causing Zhang Han to be kicked out of the family.

If it hadn't been for being seriously injured by Dong Hukeng and leaving Shangjing, or if he hadn't jumped off a cliff, Zhang Han would not have accidentally entered the world of cultivating immortals, let alone become the famous Hanyang Immortal Lord.

After reading the message from Qiao Luoluo, Zhang Han just smiled lightly.

Now these people have nothing to do with Zhang Han anymore, even if it breaks the sky, Zhang Han will not have any mood swings, but this Qiao Luoluo really has perseverance. It has been more than five years since the news was released. My friends send it all when they go to bed, but there is no one left.

After reading these news, it feels like watching a movie. Life is really like a play, it all depends on acting skills!

Clicking on the mailbox directly, Zhang Han found another interesting scene.

The inbox of the mailbox is also like that of Qiao Luoluo. A long article was sent by a person named Li Fan. After glancing at the message, Zhang Han couldn't help but shook his head amusedly.

"Is sir there? I'm Li Fan, Xue Qian's manager."

"Hello, Mr. Hanyang, are you there? Your Penguin software is set to refuse to add friends, so I can't add you."

"Sir, when you have time, add my number, 6636XXXX, or give me a call."

"Sir? Did you see my email? Please reply me, sir. I want to talk to you about the actor's song."

"My God, sir, it's been two days, why don't you come?"

"Please reply, please reply, please reply, God, when will you be online, please reply me quickly."

"Brother, brother, big brother, dear brother, little brother is going to die of anxiety, waiting for my dick to explode."

"..."

A long email, this Li Fan's language reveals a strong resentment.

Zhang Han was a little puzzled, he marked the price himself, why is he in such a hurry?

After thinking about it, Zhang Han didn't add him or call him, and replied an email directly: "What's the matter?"

After replying to Zhang Han, he wanted to turn off the software. After all, it was two o'clock in the morning. Even though Xiangjiang had a rich nightlife, most people were asleep.

It's just a little unexpected that when Zhang Han's mouse just clicked on the place where the software was closed, a message from the mailbox was prompted in the lower right corner.

"Mr. Hanyang, is that you? You finally appeared! Great, please add my Penguin account XXXXXXX."

Zhang Han glanced at the account, searched directly on the search bar, and clicked to add friends.

On the other side, Xue Qian's home.

Xue Qian was not in a hurry for the first two days, but gradually, after a day or two, Zhang Han still did not reply, and he also became anxious.

It's hard to find a good song, not to mention the best of the best for an actor like this one, it fits his idea so well.

Seeing him, Li Fan was also anxious, Li Fan felt very helpless, this master Hanyang is really good-tempered, didn't he even look at the mailbox after he sent it?

So that day, he suffered from insomnia.

In the first half of the night, I just stared at the mailbox when I had nothing to do. Even if I didn’t do anything, it would also cause visual fatigue. Until one o’clock in the morning,

Li Fan was a little worried, and clicked on a movie that was released soon to watch.

"Oh..."

When it was almost two o'clock, Li Fan yawned and murmured, "Why hasn't Han Yang appeared yet? Hey, I'll go to bed after I finish this movie. I'm so tired, so tired. So sad, hey."

While speaking, Li Fan grabbed the carbonated drink on the table and took a big gulp.

Suddenly, an email notification message came to the lower right corner of the screen. Li Fan squinted his eyes and saw the clear word 'Hanyang' on it.

'Puff puff....'

Li Fan stared, and all the drinks in his mouth spewed out, on the computer, on the keyboard, on his body, on the ground, all over.

But Li Fan didn't care about this at all. He sat up in an instant, without any sleepiness.

He hurriedly replied to an email, and a few seconds later, the software friend request notification sounded.

"Nice! Yay!"

Li Fan clenched his fists and shouted loudly, quickly agreed to the friend application, opened the chat dialog box, Li Fan typed excitedly and asked:

"Mr. Hanyang, is that you?"

"Oh no, I mean, did you write that song, Mr. Hanyang?"

"Well." Zhang Han replied with one word.

"Mr. Hanyang, you are amazing, and the songs you wrote are very good."

"Oh."

Forehead? Does he not like typing and chatting?

Seeing such a simple answer, Li Fan felt a little confused, so he typed and asked:

"Sir, is it convenient for you now? Can I call you and talk about the song in detail."

After a minute, Li Fan felt that the time was very slow, and every second was like a year, and he was a little cranky. Could it be that Han Yang doesn't like to communicate with others? Or was it too late to disturb his rest? Could it be that I took the liberty to ask for a phone number and he was unhappy?

In Li Fan's imagination, finally, a call was answered in the dialog box.

After Li Fan saw the phone number, his heart was shocked, and he quickly took out his mobile phone and pressed a string of phone numbers.

When he was about to make a call, Li Fan closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and let it out again. Feeling excited and apprehensive, he dialed the phone number.

On the first floor of the restaurant, Zhang Han took a can of beer from the refrigerator, opened it and took two sips before sitting back in front of the computer. After seeing the message, he sent his phone number to it.

Soon, the phone rang, and Zhang Han picked it up.

"Hello, is this Mr. Hanyang?" Li Fan asked cautiously.

"it's me."

"Great! I finally got in touch with you. Well, Han Yang is your pen name, right? I don't know what your name is..." Li Fan said excitedly.

"Zhang Han."

"Mr. Zhang, we have seen your song, it is very good, we decided to buy it, but the price..." Li Fan's tone was hesitant.

"Just that money." Before Li Fan finished speaking, Zhang Han interrupted.

"No, I didn't mean that. What I meant was that you wrote about the transfer of all copyrights. This kind of transaction is not suitable for you. Otherwise, I don't know which city Mr. Zhang is from. Can we go there? Let's face to face Can we talk about it? Xue Qian also wants to meet with you. He wants to study and study the song, and strive to present the song in its most perfect state. Is it convenient for you to meet, sir?" Li Fan sorted out his thoughts and said .

"Alright." Zhang Han thought for a while, and replied: "I'm in Xiangjiang, if you want to come, come here."

"Xiangjiang? My God." Li Fan exclaimed suddenly, and said, "It's great, we are also in Xiangjiang. I don't know where sir is in Xiangjiang?"

"Crescent Bay."

"Oh my god! Sir, we are in Crescent Bay now! This, this shows that we are so destined!" Li Fan said in a rather pleasant surprise: "Then how about we meet with you tomorrow, sir?"

"Do not have time."

"No time?" Li Fan was taken aback, and said subconsciously, "We won't waste Mr.'s time for a long time, two hours or so."

"I don't have time tomorrow, let's talk about it the day after tomorrow." Zhang Han replied.

"The day after tomorrow is fine, then, what time should we go to visit?" Li Fan asked.

"Morning or afternoon."

"Oh, okay, then we will go the day after tomorrow, when the time comes..."

As Li Fan was talking, he suddenly heard a beeping sound from the phone, and the phone was hung up?

Although he hung up the phone, Li Fan was still very excited. He walked back and forth in the hall several times, and finally he stood at the window and smoked a cigarette to calm down his excitement.

This night, he was destined to find it difficult to fall asleep, and it was bound to be difficult for him to fall asleep when he was excited.

 …

At 6:20 the next morning, Mengmeng woke up the drowsy Zi Yan.

In the middle of the night, Zi Yan didn't sleep well. Normally, she likes to sleep alone on the bed, or hug Mengmeng, but it's a little awkward to be in the same bed with other people, even Zhou Fei, who is very familiar. the same.

After getting up and washing, Zi Yan carried Mengmeng to the living room on the second floor, Zhang Li and Zhou Fei were also tidying up in their respective rooms.

Zhang Han heard the movement downstairs, got up and went to the second floor, and saw that Zi Yan was combing Mengmeng's hair and preparing to braid it.

"Woke up very early, how did you sleep last night?" Zhang Han walked over to sit next to Mengmeng, glanced at Zi Yan and asked casually.

"It's okay, but the time is a bit short." Zi Yan replied.

"Hmm, Papa, Mama was woken up by me." Mengmeng blinked her big eyes and said.

"Mengmeng wakes up so early, and she can wake up her mother, so amazing." Zhang Han said with a light smile.

"Hehehe... Mama still wants to sleep late, huh, father-in-law's sun is about to shine on her little butt." Mengmeng waved her little arms.

"All right, all right, you're the best." Zi Yan gave Mengmeng a white look with a smile on her face, and when she was arranging her hair, her expression suddenly paled, and she said without turning her head: "Oh, yes, Mengmeng gave her a look yesterday. Your hairstyle is also very beautiful, did you do it?"

She subconsciously felt that a man like Zhang Han, who was big and thick, would definitely not be able to get such a delicate and beautiful hairstyle.

When Zhang Han was about to answer, the cute little princess replied first:

"Hmph, it's the cute Mickey Mouse combed by my young lady."

"Oh, little sister, who is it?" Zi Yan paused her hand slightly, with a normal expression, asking neither salty nor bland.

"Well, Miss Sister is, she is a young lady who comes to eat every day, that is, she always comes, always looking for papa, and has been to Crescent Mountain twice, um, one of them even talked about that and that with papa I love you to death." Mengmeng replied seriously while thinking.