Chapter 130 Uninvited Guest

Regardless of how the underground forces reacted, Zhang Han drove Li Anna to the gate of the community, and then returned directly to Yunyin Garden.

Because there is an elevator card, the journey is unimpeded. When I came to the floor and knocked on the door, Wang Juan smiled enthusiastically after opening the door:

"Mr. Zhang is back."

While talking, she brought Zhang Han a pair of men's slippers, which were no longer disposable items. Wang Juan bought them when she was out shopping for vegetables. In her heart, she also accepted Zhang Han's identity as Zi Yan's husband.

Every time Zhang Han came, Ziyan, Mengmeng and him were happy and harmonious, and they really looked like a family.

When he came to the second floor, the little guy ran over when he saw Zhang Han, stretched out his little arms, and said in a milky voice:

"Papa, Papa, why did you come back! It's already eleven o'clock."

Zhang Han hugged Mengmeng and said with a light smile, "Dad is busy with something."

Looking at Zhang Han's smile, he looked like a peaceful father, who still had the murderous aura just now. He hugged Mengmeng in his arms, looked at her delicate little cheeks and happy smile, Zhang Han's heart gradually softened.

'Mengmeng is the treasure that I want to spend my whole life protecting. '

At this moment, Zhang Han felt that Hanyang Xianjun, treasure hunting, and cultivation were all things that could be discarded. Only Mengmeng, he would stick to it.

'It turns out that's what it's like to be a father. '

Zhang Han sighed softly in his heart, thinking of his parents who didn't know where they were and how they were doing, he was both anxious and helpless.

"Baba, let's go to Mama, and Mengmeng has drawn Baba, Mama and Mengmeng again." The little princess pointed in the direction of Zi Yan in Zhang Han's arms, Zhang Han walked over and sat down, Mengmeng was there Zhang Han leaned out of his arms, stretched out his small arms and brought back the drawing paper, and said with a hint of expectation: "Papa, take a look, does it look good?"

"Well, it's really good, Mengmeng is getting better and better." Zhang Han said with a smile.

"Hehehe..." Mengmeng hugged Zhang Han's neck happily, and her soft little lips came to Zhang Han's cheek.

It was eleven o'clock, and after playing with Mengmeng for more than half an hour, Zi Yan and Zhang Han came to the bedroom to coax the little princess to sleep.

"Is your album coming out tomorrow?"

After Mengmeng fell asleep, Zhang Han asked softly.

"Well, it will go on sale tomorrow." Zi Yan nodded her forehead lightly.

"Then after the sale, can I be free?" Zhang Han said casually.

"How is it possible." Zi Yan's beautiful eyes gave Zhang Han a blank look, and said: "The sale is just the beginning, and there are still many things to be busy in the future, and there are still some shows, and maybe going to other places, anyway, it will not Take it easy."

"Don't do it when you're so busy, you can just record songs at home and post them on the Internet." Zhang Han couldn't help but say something.

In his opinion, being a singer or a movie star doesn't matter, there is no need to rush back and forth like this. He casually wrote a few famous songs for Zi Yan who didn't appear in the stars, wouldn't it increase his popularity just sitting at home.

"My young master, it's not as simple as you think." Zi Yan pursed her lips and smiled after hearing the words. He snorted and said, "Anyway, you don't understand. Sometimes a star who looks good in front of others has to go through a lot of hard work behind the scenes. Everyone's success is not easy."

"Oh, let Mengmeng live there when I go back tomorrow. It's troublesome to run back and forth like this." Zhang Han said.

"What about me?" Zi Yan's beautiful eyes looked at Zhang Han without blinking. After saying this, her heartbeat accelerated inexplicably.

I don't know how the big wood will answer.

Will he take the opportunity to confess his love to me?

If he really confessed, how should I answer?

Zi Yan was a little confused, but Zhang Han replied directly:

"Come back by yourself."

"Eh?" Zi Yan stared blankly, looking at Zhang Han with a cute expression.

"You can stay in the restaurant, anyway, there is enough space." Zhang Han added.

Zi Yan stared blankly at Zhang Han, and after a while, she said angrily with wide eyes: "I don't want to! I'm going to run every day! Get out, I'm going to rest!"

Zhang Han glanced at Zi Yan inexplicably, then turned and left the bedroom.

"Humph!"

Sitting on the bed, Zi Yan snorted softly, pouted her mouth sullenly, and said: "This stupid idiot, what a bastard! Caring for people who don't understand at all, what a straight man cancer!"

After humming a few words, Zi Yan lay on the bed, looked at Mengmeng who was sleeping soundly, and then a smile appeared on her pouting mouth, and she gradually fell asleep.

Nothing to say all night.

The next day, also the 15th, is a very important day for some people.

Zhang Han and the others returned to the restaurant in the morning. Due to time constraints, they only made fried rice with eggs and noodles in clear soup for breakfast.

After a few days of baptism of clear soup noodles, the heat gradually dissipated, and the situation that clear soup noodles sold out earlier than fried rice with eggs also improved, making the selling speed of the two delicacies almost the same.

Zi Yan ate a small bowl of egg fried rice and a bowl of clear soup noodles, while Zhou Fei finished a large bowl of egg fried rice and clear soup noodles, and took Zi Yan to work with a full belch.

At half past nine.

There was a wave of customers in front of the restaurant.

A total of five super sports cars drove over together, the most valuable of which was a bright red Lamborghini Aventador worth eight million, and the cheapest was a BMW I8 worth nearly one million.

A total of eight people got off the car, mainly the blue-haired and thin-faced man who got off the Lamborghini and walked towards the restaurant's door.

"Brother Liang, this is the place my friends are talking about. They say that the egg fried rice here is so delicious." One of them said to the blue-haired man.

"Oh." Huo Liang nodded, and said lightly: "Then let's try the feeling of heaven."

The few people present are all from the second-generation circle of Nandao. Although they are not first-line wealthy, they are also well-known. The family's property also has some capital that allows them to spend money. They even have relationships with some official people and people from underground forces. friendship.

Among these young and old, Huo Liang has the highest status. His family has opened a financial company, and his father has business contacts with many bigwigs in Xiangjiang.

It's just that, while having a status, it also makes them a little arrogant.

There were eight people, five men and three women in total. The men were mediocre in appearance, but the women were slim and tall. They were obviously the girlfriends of some of the men. Then her eyes narrowed, and she said in surprise:

"Oh! Take a quick look. Egg fried rice and clear soup noodles cost 300 yuan a piece, the first ten membership cards cost 1 million yuan, and the last 10 million pieces. My God, it's so expensive. Even a glass of milk costs 100 yuan. .”

"Hehe." A man with a cropped head smiled and said, "Don't make a fuss, if it weren't for the high price, we wouldn't come to such a bad restaurant."

"Go in and have a look. If the food is not tasty, I can shut down this restaurant based on the price." Huo Liang sneered, and took the lead to go in.

When I walked into the restaurant, I found that there was no one in the lobby on the first floor.

"anyone there?"

"boss!"

"Why did people go?"

Several people yelled a few times, but there was no response in the restaurant except for the faint music playing from the stereo.

"How do you open a restaurant?" the inch-cut man raised his brows and said in a dissatisfied tone.

"Who knows? Not even a person." The curly woman curled her lips and said, "I'm afraid we came to a black shop."

"Hey!" The inch-cut man slammed the table down and shouted, "Is everyone dead? Is there anyone else?"

"It's so interesting to open a restaurant? There's no one here, so why not!" Another long-haired man sneered.

Under normal circumstances, the service staff of restaurants are uninterrupted, especially in a city as fast-paced as Xiangjiang, where service is paramount. This is the first time they have encountered such a situation in the restaurant industry where customers are kept waiting.

How could the proud and proud of them endure the waiting without knowing the situation, no matter how the food was, they were already very dissatisfied with the restaurant in their hearts.

"Damn it, what kind of restaurant do you open just for this service? I think I have to call someone to check it out?" The inch-cut man snorted coldly.

His name is Song Ying, and he is a rich second generation. At the same time, there is an uncle in the family who is an official department-level cadre, who is related to the catering supervision department, so he still has some connections in catering. His position is highest.

"I think we should look it up, there is a problem with the price."

"Well, a restaurant doesn't even have a waiter, and selling sky-high memberships is a big problem in itself."

"Who said no, this is the first time I have seen such a restaurant."

"If the food is not satisfactory, then you are welcome." Huo Liang said with a slight frown.

He hates waiting for people the most. No matter who he waits for, the longer the time, the more violent his heart will be. If he is upset, he will not let the person he waits feel happy.

Don't ask why, he has such a bad temper. Who made him the highest in his circle? Although there are many people in Xiangjiang who are stronger than him, he usually only plays with people who are lower than himself. The feeling of worrying, what he wants to say, what he wants to do is what makes him most comfortable.

"What are you screaming for?"

Suddenly, a faint voice came from the corner of the stairs. Under the gazes of several people, Zhang Han wiped his palms with a towel and walked to the stairs on the first floor. He looked at everyone calmly and said with a slight frown:

"The sign is right in front of the door, won't you take a look when you come in?"

Zhang Han's words first made everyone stunned, and then the anger in their hearts was ignited.

After waiting for a long time, there was not even a word of apology, and he was still frowning, speaking in such a flat and disgusted tone? Why?

"Rules are dead, but people are alive. As consumers, we are the best for you..." Huo Liang said with a sneer.

Before he finished speaking, Zhang Han glanced at him lightly and interrupted: "You are nothing to me."