I'd love to live next door to you

Xia goodnight looks like a ghost. He blinks inconceivably. After confirming that Han jingnian's face has really improved, his heart suddenly jumps twice.

Those guesses she just made are not true, are they?

She said one second ago that she had no discomfort, and the second after that he looked better

In summer evening, she sipped her lips and quietly hinted that she should not be too amorous, thinking about tonight. Thanks to his appearance, she opened her mouth again: "thank you tonight."

In the face of her thanks, Han jingnian didn't respond, but asked something else: "how do you think of going to mix tonight?"

Xia goodnight thought that Han jingnian was just asking, but he didn't think deeply: "Zhijin, he would call everyone out to play every five days every week."

Han Zhijin

Han jingnian secretly wrote down these three words in his heart. On the surface, he was calm and indifferent.

"Good night in the summer." and you

Han jingnian looks at Xia goodnight with some doubts.

"Why are you at mix tonight?" After dinner, summer night said a reason that I think must be: "is it just passing by? Quite... "

After the words "Qiao" have not been said, Han jingnian said: "it's not a passing by."

Not passing by What's the meaning of this? It's not going to be a special trip, is it?

If that's another way to say it, Xia goodnight can generate a lot of ideas, but the man in front of her is Han jingnian, her husband who has completely ignored her for two years

Xia goodnight thought about it, and finally said "Oh". Before she could talk to Han jingnian, she pointed to the bathroom and turned to the topic: "well, I'll change my pajamas and go to bed."

Han jingnian nods and leaves the door.

After settling into the dressing room in summer evening, Han jingnian walked out of the bedroom.

He went to the second bedroom and changed into a clean housecoat, then went to see his cell phone.

Zhang tezhu called him several times. He called back and went into his study.

When he closed the door of the study on his back hand, the phone was answered by Zhang tezhu.

"President Han, people have been sent to the Public Security Bureau, and his materials have been obtained. His name is he Che. He is 27 years old. He is the leader of an IT enterprise. He has no bad habits or stains. How do you deal with this?"

"Shut him up first." Han seems to have more important things to say in the past few years. After casually returning five words, he coldly turned off the topic: "how about Han Zhijin?"

"Er?" After a while, Zhang Te-fu was stunned. "Master Zhijin? I don't know... "

"Check for me."

"Yes." Zhang tezhu thought that Han's family had broken out in recent years, and finally knew that he cared about his nephew. He hung up the phone to check Han Zhijin's whereabouts.

Ten minutes later, Zhang called back.

"President Han, master Zhijin is still at mix. He said he would invite his friends to have a snack in half an hour..."

After Han jingnian heard the word "please", without blinking, he said: "freeze his bank card."

"Ah? Oh Ok... " Emotion is not the care of family, it's the rhythm of execution!

Zhang te helped Han Zhijin to make a sweat secretly, and then he said, "I'll do it now..."

"And call some bodyguards. Now go to mix, tie him back to my old house, and think for 48 hours on the wall of my study!"