Chapter: 737
"I will give you whatever you want." Zhang Han chuckled.
"Then how dare I ask for it, you have to take the initiative." Zhou Fei said with a smile.
"Then I'll give you a car, you can choose, it doesn't matter how much it costs, how about it?" Zhang Han said casually.
"Aha, it's so cool, it's a pleasure." Zhou Fei grinned and said, "Then you owe me a car first, and if you want it later, I'll tell you about my birthday."
While talking, Zhou Fei leaned over and whispered in Zhang Han's ear: "You asked at the right time. Sister Yan's birthday will be in a few days. She is born on the fifteenth day of the ninth lunar month, and her ID card is on the tenth day." Twenty-sixth month."
"That's almost here." Zhang Han narrowed his eyes.
Zi Yan's birthday, he seems to be preparing for it.
"Mengmeng, it's time for us to sleep."
Zi Yan worked with me for more than half an hour, and then came out with three suitcases of clothes.
"Papa also wants to be together." Mengmeng leaned her small body into Zhang Han's arms, and said in a milky voice, "I want Papa to sleep in my arms."
"Then come in quickly." Zi Yan said with a glance at Zhang Han.
So Zhang Han carried Mengmeng to Ziyan's bedroom.
"Hey, it seems that I will have to eat dog food every day in the future. Pity me, Zhou Fei, who is slim and has no boyfriend yet." Zhou Fei said with a sigh, got up and went back to her bedroom.
It wasn't the first time Zhang Han entered Ziyan's bedroom. It was as tidy as usual, with three large suitcases randomly placed on one side.
Seeing this scene, Zhang Han knew that Zi Yan was not the kind of woman who would tidy up the house spotlessly, nor did she have obsessive-compulsive disorder that had to be neatly arranged. From the chat during roller skating, Zhang Han also knew that Zi Yan was Miss Everyone , This kind of hygiene doesn't need to be cleaned up by yourself.
Under the urging of Mengmeng, the best assistant, Zhang Han lay on the quilt without taking off his clothes, while Zi Yan and Mengmeng lay on the quilt in their pajamas.
"Papa, tell a story."
There is a light yellow soft light in the bedroom, which makes Mengmeng a little sleepy, but the little guy wants to listen to Zhang Han's story.
"The dwarf king took his guards to hunt for treasure. They traveled all the way, riding white horses, for seven days and seven nights. The journey was safe, but when they reached a jungle, something strange happened..."
Zhang Han's voice was soft, like a lullaby, and Mengmeng fell asleep in a few minutes.
Zhang Han stopped talking when he saw this.
"Why don't you talk?"
Suddenly Zi Yan said something softly, Zhang Han looked over and couldn't help laughing.
I saw Zi Yan lying on the bed and looking at Zhang Han, also in a daze, with a cute expression.
"Mengmeng is asleep." Zhang Han replied in a low voice.
"Oh." Zi Yan's thin lips curled up slightly, and she said slowly: "Then, then you carry Mengmeng to the small bed."
"Just let her sleep here?" Zhang Han said with some doubts.
"No, I like to press the quilt when I sleep, it's not safe." Zi Yan pursed her lips lightly and muttered.
Sometimes she also wants to hug Mengmeng to sleep, but Mengmeng's body is too small to be pressed down, Zi Yan is not honest in her sleep, she has always let Mengmeng sleep on the small bed.
"Okay then." Zhang Han nodded, got up and opened the quilt, gently picked up Mengmeng, put it on the small bed, covered Mengmeng with the quilt, Zhang Han leaned down and kissed Mengmeng's white and tender face a mouthful.