Chapter: 8

The little girl has a delicate face, beautiful eyebrows, a small and exquisite Qiong nose, big watery eyes, and lips as thin as willow leaves. She is as cute and elegant as a princess, but her facial features are not quite like Zhang Han's masculinity.

But fortunately, it doesn't look like it, otherwise the little girl looks very masculine, hey, just think about it, it feels like a chill.

"It's really my daughter? No way?"

Zhang Han muttered, and suddenly, a tearing pain surged in his head.

Memories of the past twenty years came flooding back!

At this time, Zhang Han also understood that it turned out that his five hundred years of memory flooded into his body, suppressing the memory of more than twenty years in his body for a while, and only now began to merge.

After absorbing the memory of more than 20 years in this life, Zhang Han was a little confused.

Why has the development trajectory of this life changed?

In the last life, my parents and younger sister were in an air crash five years ago, but now, my memory is that my parents mysteriously disappeared five years ago. My elder brother who hated iron and steel made money, and I was also kicked out of the Zhang family by Zhang Ming.

"Is this a chance for God to make up for my regrets?"

There was joy in Zhang Han's eyes.

After acquiring these memories, Zhang Han finally knew the origin of the little girl in front of him.

Her mother's name is Zi Yan, and Zhang Han doesn't know her well. She is a high-cold star who has acted in many high-grossing movies. Five years ago, Zi Yan was about to reach the pinnacle of her career, but Zhang Han was about to The pinnacle of dandyism that has fallen into the bottom.

It was a hero saving the beauty, and the two accidentally got married. They didn't expect to be "shot" once, and they didn't expect that Zi Yan would choose to retire when she was about to peak, hide in North America, and gave birth to the little princess in front of her.

The little princess is almost four years old, clamoring for her father, Zi Yan even planned to return to the entertainment circle, so she returned to the country.

She directly brought the little princess to this dilapidated apartment, and only gave the little girl seven days to spend time with Zhang Han, maybe it was to make the little girl give up on her downhearted father.

When Zhang Han and Zi Yan met, because of Zi Yan's indifference, aroused the arrogance in Zhang Han's bones, the two had a big fight, and finally Zi Yan gritted her teeth and left. It's just an actor, pretending to be cold, of course, this is Zhang Han's opinion before his rebirth.

And Zhang Han's life began to have the integration of the little girl, and today is just the third day.

After confirming that the little girl is his own daughter, Zhang Han's face changed drastically, as if struck by lightning, he stared blankly at the little princess, and murmured in grief and indignation:

"Isn't it with a handle?" ('把' means jj, not a boy)

"God, are you kidding me? How can I pass on my Hanyang Xianjun's orthodoxy without a handle?"

Zhang Han became emotional all of a sudden, picked up the cigarette on the coffee table in annoyance, lit it, and took a deep breath.

"Cough cough cough..."

The little princess coughed from the smoke.

This made Zhang Han's hand stop. Although he wanted a boy to inherit the orthodoxy, the little girl was his daughter after all. Zhang Han sighed lightly, stubbed out the cigarette, got up and made a glass of milk for her to drink.

"Thank you, Daddy." The little princess said weakly.

Looking at his daughter's timid appearance, Zhang Han sighed again. If he had to change into a man with a handle, it would probably be another way of speaking: "Dad, I'm hungry, don't be dazed, hurry up and get the milk."

It's not like the daughter in front of me, weak and timid.

However, this emotion quickly dissipated, and soon, Zhang Han carefully looked at the elegant little girl who was drinking milk, and unconsciously, there was a trace of tenderness in his eyes.

After drinking the milk, the little girl put the bottle on the coffee table, stretched out two slender arms, and said in a milk voice: