Chapter: 1781

In fact, Su Long is also a little strange.

Under the eyes of everyone, Zhang Han's figure disappeared in front of the office building.

When we arrived at the front square, the man driving the car greeted us after a few steps.

"Master Zhang, I'll take you home." The man said respectfully.

"Um."

Zhang Han nodded, got into the car with him, and drove slowly towards Zijia Manor.

Just after leaving the square, Zhang Han dialed Zi Yan's number.

"Honey, are you done?"

"It's over, where are you? Are you still looking at the clothes?" Zhang Han asked.

"It's all selected. It's a pink suspender dress. It's going home now, and it will be there in about twenty minutes." Zi Yan replied.

Mengmeng's words faintly came from the phone: "Papa, we're going back right away, come back soon!"

Zhang Han laughed twice: "I'm almost in time, let's talk about it when I go back."

"Uh-huh."

Zi Yan replied.

The driver who was driving at the front also heard Zhang Han's words, thought for a while and stepped on the accelerator hard, the speed was much faster, and he drove into Zijia Manor in less than 20 minutes, came to Ziqiang's house, saw Zi Yan and Mengmeng is playing on the small lawn at the door.

Zhang Han quickly got out of the car.

"Papa!"

The little guy ran over in a hurry.

Zhang Han hugged her in his arms.

"I miss papa now." Mengmeng kissed Zhang Han's cheek.

Zhang Han smiled, hugged Mengmeng and Ziyan back into the place.

As soon as he entered the door, he saw Zi Qiang, who was full of fighting spirit, sitting in front of the small coffee table. The Go game had already been set up. He looked at Zhang Han with a heavy face and said:

"Little man, come on, let's fight for three hundred rounds!"

"Forehead......"

Zhang Han was a little speechless, and wanted to play with Mengmeng for a while.

At the same time, I was thinking in my heart, should I kill my father-in-law?

If you think about it carefully, let's be honest as a sparring partner.

After playing three rounds, Zi Qiang won Shu Shuang, and went to make dinner with a smile.

Only then did Zhang Han have free time.

Walking to the back of the sofa, whispered in Zi Yan's ear: "Close your eyes."