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Zhang Yaohui's expression was very calm at this time, even a little cold. It was already the face he used to deal with various matters in the company. Unless he wanted to, no one could see through his expression and eyes what he was thinking.
This is about preparing to talk face to face as an adult.
However, Zhang Yiman did not sit down like the frightened subordinates in the company.
Zhang Yiman didn't know what he thought of, and became furious. He jumped behind Zhang Yaohui in a few steps, raised his palm and patted Zhang Yaohui's shoulders and back: "You guessed it last night! You guessed it and you still teased me. Play! I didn¡¯t even sleep well! Let you play with me! Play with me!¡±
"Ahhh" Zhang Yaohui quickly twisted his body and parried again and again, and the condensed aura was suddenly shattered.
"I'm not just trying to cooperate with you" Zhang Yaohui dodged around the wicker chair.
Zhang Yiman stepped on the wicker chair and jumped over to Zhang Yaohui from a high place.
Zhang Yaohui didn't dare to hide. He caught his daughter and let her hit his back painfully with her palm and hit his head with her head.
In the end, the two people sat side by side on the wicker chairs. Zhang Yaohui closed his eyes and looked into the distance, while Zhang Yiman leaned on Zhang Yaohui's shoulder, breathing and resting.
In the yard in the afternoon, except for the sound of the wind blowing leaves, all other sounds seemed very far away from them.
It seemed like a long time had passed, and it seemed like only a few seconds had passed. Zhang Yiman muttered and asked, "Dad, do you really hate me being with him?"
"I don't hate him," Zhang Yaohui sighed, "If I really hated him, I would have killed him long ago."
"Then what do you think?"
"What did I think" Zhang Yaohui repeated the question sadly, but did not answer.
Because he hasn¡¯t thought it through yet.
An old fox like Zhang Yaohui will definitely not change his mind just because of a movie or a song. The appearance of "Internet Mystery Trail" just happened to hit his confusion, allowing him to hear one more voice and one more reference. But in the end, he was the only one who could change his mind. The only ones who can make them confused are themselves.
"What about you? What do you think?" Zhang Yaohui was not in a hurry to give an answer, but asked Zhang Yiman.
This is the first time in so many years that they have seriously talked about love and Han Jue.
"Actually, I have never blamed you. I know you are worried about me." Zhang Yiman said: "You are worried that he is someone who threatens others with his life. He is mentally unstable, naive, and does not love himself. After being with me, You also use this method to deal with me. You are worried that his depression will relapse and that his sudden death will cause me pain. You are worried that he has violent tendencies and may hit me when he is angry. I actually know all this."
"Yeah." Zhang Yaohui sighed with emotion. It turns out that his daughter is no longer a child.
"But you have so little confidence in me. I'm not a fool, and I'm not mentally controlled. If he is the kind of scumbag who beats and threatens his girlfriend, how can I still like him? I am you I am a person who was pampered by my mother, master, and Sister Qin. Whenever I suffer a little grievance, I will definitely not be able to bear it and tell you. But really, I am so happy to be with him. I feel like being with him Being together, I have become a better person. Dad, you don¡¯t know him well enough.¡±
A gust of wind blew slowly over. The rustling sound of leaves touching each other is particularly pleasant.
Sometimes talking about a topic repeatedly is equivalent to doing two things at the same time: talking about the topic, and looking at yourself the last time you talked about the topic.
Last time he talked about Han Jue, he had a lot of information about Han Jue in his hand. With those information and secrets, Zhang Yaohui dared to say that he understood Han Jue.
Now, Zhang Yaohui really dare not say that he understands Han Jue. "Network Mystery Trail" still works after all. Zhang Yaohui discovered that he did not fully understand even his closest daughter, let alone an outsider.
"He is a good person now. He doesn't know how to fight, and he doesn't have bad habits. He makes a lot of money but doesn't spend it randomly. He is now so afraid of death that he doesn't even dare to sit on the Ferris wheel. , it¡¯s harder to threaten someone with your life than to kill him"
Zhang Yaohui watched his daughter tremblingly persuading him tenderly, as if he was witnessing his daughter walking nervously down the stairs in the dark. This was the second time in his memory that his daughter was serious about not using coquettish ways to gain his support. The first time was when she proposed learning to sing and become a singer.
"Yeah." Zhang Yaohui still responded.
"And" Zhang Yi??Pressing her daughter's shoulders is like holding down Zhang San at home.
"I know, I know, I know!!!" The ecstatic Zhang Yiman was still jumping up and down after being held down. His arms were splayed out, as if he wanted to run to the date immediately.
Zhang Yaohui held Zhang Yiman's arm: "Keep a low profile. You can go out quietly later. Sister Qin and Xiao Li will follow you."
"Oh!" Zhang Yiman started to practice standing still.
¡°I¡¯ll ask Uncle Li later where is a hidden restaurant with good food. He knows and he will tell you.¡±
"Oh oh oh!!"
"Come back early after dinner and don't run around."
"I know!" Zhang Yiman responded excitedly, and then she was ready to smile and cover her belly, pretending that she was not feeling well and was going to ask for sick leave.
"You can just leave." After Zhang Yaohui pressed down the corners of his daughter's mouth, he helped her trim her hair, blocking the possible sight behind her, and stuffed her into the taxi.
"Dad, I love you! Ouch!" Zhang Yiman stretched out half of his head from the window, and then was immediately pulled back by Sister Qin in the car.
Zhang Yaohui smiled and shook his head, patted the car door and said, "Go."
The car started.
Watching the taxi carrying his daughter gradually go away until it was completely out of sight, Zhang Yaohui turned around and returned to the restaurant. He told everyone on the program team that Xiaoman was not feeling well and asked her to go back to the B&B first.
??Everyone expressed concern one after another, and after receiving the answer that it was okay, they all felt relieved, and there was no doubt that he was there. Only Lao Liu touched his chin with a mysterious look, but after his daughter glared at him, he immediately sat upright again.
Zhang Yaohui left the crowd and came outside the restaurant. He looked at the family photo on the screen saver of his mobile phone and put it away. Light a cigarette, lean against the wall, look at the moon in the distance, and exhale slowly. (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com