Chapter: 2790

Just halfway through the walk, Mengmeng's big shining eyes suddenly paused, and said:

"Papa, are you tired?"

"Dad is not tired, Mengmeng is very light, how can Dad be tired, even if Mengmeng grows up, Dad will not be tired." Zhang Han replied with a smile.

"Well... no, when Mengmeng grows up, Mengmeng will climb the mountain with her papa in her arms."

clatter,

A sudden sentence from Mengmeng.

It made Zhang Han feel like a spring breeze, and his heart was covered by a stream of warmth.

At this moment, his lips moved slightly, and he wanted to say something, but he didn't say it.

All in silence.

Others also have different expressions.

Especially Wang Ming and Rong Jiaxin felt a little bit of self-blame in their hearts. Wang Ya should be able to live like a princess.

But he was negligent and failed to protect his daughter.

'Is the pursuit of martial arts really that important? '

Wang Ming's heart shrank fiercely, looking at the backs of Zhang Han and Mengmeng, he suddenly felt a little sad.

'No, it's not important! '

'I was wrong, if I had half or even one-tenth of Zhang Han's level, Xiaoya would not have suffered like that. '

Wang Ming sighed softly.

This made Rong Jiaxin hold his hand tightly.

Wang Ming smiled slightly, calmed down, and muttered in his heart:

'Yesterday will always be yesterday. Cherish today and look forward to a better tomorrow. It's not too late to find your way back. I will give Xiaoya a better life. '

In Wang Ming's heart, he is very grateful to Zhang Han, not only because of the improvement in strength, but also because of the perception of life, he understands a lot and understands a lot of pursuits.

Compared with the family, the others are nothing.

Maybe this is the influence brought by being close to Zhu Zhechi, but in fact, Zhang Han's daily life is also Zhang Han's words and actions from the heart.

He doesn't need to hide, doesn't need to care about other things.

Because he has the confidence.

It was very close to the top of the mountain, and after walking for about ten minutes, I reached the top of the mountain, walked inward, and saw the small manor.

When they came to the manor, Zi Yan took Mengmeng, Rong Jiaxin and others to play outside, while Zhang Han followed Chen Changqing to the innermost stone houses.

Wang Lao, who was in charge of the manor, stood aside and watched the scene with a smile:

"Hongye Mountain hasn't been this lively for a long time."

Although the Qiao family and the Lin family came a few days ago, they were both evacuating instead of visiting, and the atmosphere must be different.