Chapter: 2085
"Eh... Men left and women right, then the right hand." Zi Yan put her right hand in front of Zhang Han.
Zhang Han took the opportunity to kiss, and with a movement of his fingers, a small piece of Netherworld Stone landed on Zi Yan's right wrist.
hum!
A ray of light flashed, and a mark flashed on Zi Yan's right wrist, and the mark dissipated after about two seconds.
As if it doesn't exist.
Immediately afterwards, Zhang Han controlled another small piece to fly to Mengmeng's right wrist.
When the last small piece landed on his left wrist, he could feel the connection between the three cards as soon as his spiritual consciousness moved.
"It's strange, is it hidden in my skin? Or is it absorbed by me?" Zi Yan muttered looking at her wrist.
"Just attached to the wrist."
"Then when I absorb it, it can't fall off, right?" Zi Yan asked a little cutely.
One sentence made Zhang Han laugh dumbly.
"Of course not..."
The two chatted for more than ten minutes and fell asleep in an embrace.
early the next day.
It began to rain lightly on the Xiangjiang River.
Zi Yan has been busy with work these days, so Zhou Fei came over at seven o'clock in the morning, had breakfast with Zi Yan and went to the company.
"Mengmeng, we should go to school."
Upstairs, Zhang Han personally gave Mengmeng a beautiful braid, stood up and said.
"Let's go to school. After we finish this week, we will have Xiaohonghua's daddy next week." Mengmeng said as she picked up her schoolbag.
"Really, then Dad is waiting for your little red flower." Zhang Han smiled, and after thinking about it, he added: "It doesn't matter if you can't get it, anyway..."
"No way, Mengmeng will definitely get it! Teacher Lu even praised me, saying that I will definitely get a lot of little red flowers."
"so smart."
Zhang Han smiled and held Mengmeng's little hand, and came downstairs, Zhao Feng was sitting on a chair on the edge.
"Uncle Xiaofeng." Mengmeng waved her hand in greeting.
"Good morning Mengmeng." Zhao Feng smiled kindly and stood up, holding a big umbrella in his hand.
Walking out of the restaurant, Zhao Feng opened an umbrella for Mengmeng.
He doesn't care about Master, and he also knows that it's enough to take good care of Mengmeng.
The rain was not heavy, and it belonged to the level where you can use an umbrella or not, a little bit bigger than drizzle.
There are also a few pedestrians on the street, and there are only a few with umbrellas, but their eyes are all looking at the side of the street, and there is a burst of exclamation.
Even Mengmeng was stunned when she saw the picture in front of her.