Chapter: 5772

"Then you have to find out soon, Dad, you should be more careful, you have rivals in love."

"Eh? You stinky girl, you're quite gloating?" Zhang Han talked about his fingers, and slapped a spiritual slap on Mengmeng's little butt.

"Oh, who is taking pleasure in other people's misfortune?" Mengmeng snorted, rolled her eyes in dissatisfaction, and said with a smile: "I just like to watch when Dad wins, others praise you, they all admire you, you are super handsome."

"Hehehe, okay, I will show you how many more times Dad wins in the future."

"OK."

While talking, the two walked to the compound, and there were a few scary people at the door.

At the flick of a finger, the illusion appears.

Came to the courtyard unimpeded.

Halfway through, Zhang Han paused.

brush!

His eyes turned to the left for an instant, sitting on a wooden chair, a man in a commoner hat with no sense of existence.

"Why are you here?" The man said in a light and somewhat hoarse voice.

"Pick up your wife."

"Is it Ziyue girl?"

"Um."

"Go in, she's waiting for you."

"good."

Zhang Han nodded slightly, and looked at him thoughtfully, but he didn't understand the situation.

Opening the door and walking in, the picture he saw made Zhang Han a little bit astonished.

I saw Zi Yan wearing a white dress, sitting on the side, and on the chair on her right, sat a very fat woman, eating delicious food.

"Coming?"

Seeing Zhang Han, Zi Yan's eyes sparkled.

"Mother!"

Mengmeng ran over quickly, hugged Ziyan and said, "Mom, I'm already worried about you."

"Mom is also worried about you." Zi Yan pursed her red lips slightly, and hugged Mengmeng very hard.

Then she let out a smile and really relaxed.

"Ziyue, he's your husband? He's handsome, but he doesn't look like anything special." Julie commented carelessly, and then greeted: "Hello, I'm Julie, the Ninth Princess of Keze City. "

"Um."

Zhang Han nodded slightly, walked over, raised his hand and gently touched Zi Yan's side face, along his chin, slipped on her hair, and said with a smile: "Don't say it, this outfit is pretty pretty."

"Do as the Romans do."