strive to be a grandparent

Zhou Tong, who was watching a movie at home, heard the ringtone and picked up the phone, "Hello."

"have you eaten?"

"...No." Zhou Tong glanced at the time, it was only 10:30, Han Chen asked if it was breakfast or lunch?

Han Chen coughed, inexplicably nervous, and obviously realized that his opening remarks were not at the right time.

"Don't wait for auntie to cook, come and eat with me."

Zhou Tong didn't speak.

I want to move.

"Did you not eat in the morning, and you don't have the strength to speak?"

Hearing his voice, Han Chen couldn't help frowning.

Zhou Tong scratched his face, and said perfunctorily, "I'll just eat at home, why go so far for a meal?"

I don't know if he lost a lot of blood. He always feels very tired these two days and doesn't want to move at all.

"Who told you to run here? You can't eat if your short legs are broken, so just stay at home and wait."

Hearing the mocking and sarcastic words over the radio, Zhou Tong felt that every word Han Chen said seemed to come from his nostrils, and he immediately frowned, "I want you to care!" Who is the little broken leg?Who is?The surname Han, you call it a personal attack! ?

Han Chen also laughed angrily on this side. He didn't fight for three days and went to the house to expose the tiles, right? Dare to talk to him like that. The Zhou Tong who was crying and begging to come out two days ago was his Tuesday Tong, right?

"You don't want to come out, do you? Believe it or not, I'll find you out right now, and call your brother Zhang by the way?"

Thinking of Zhou Tong's manager's attitude towards him, Han Chen's teeth itch a little, he should be on guard against him, right?Can he prevent what he wants?I just took this opportunity to let him take a good look at who the little thing belongs to now.

"..."

"What are you doing!" Zhou Tong was most afraid that Brother Zhang would know about this. He sat up irritably, and angrily yelled at the phone: "Why don't I eat!? If you don't come to pick me up, I'll fly over with wings ?"

As soon as Zhou Tong's hair exploded, Han Chen felt itchy in his heart, but he knew that he couldn't be too teased, so he just let it go, "Zhou Xiaotong, come out."

Zhou Tong said impatiently, "Where did you come from?"

"Look out your window."

Zhou Tong stood up and walked towards the window in doubt. The room was well lit, and the glass was polished by the hourly workers. He saw Han Chen's coquettish car... the plate number parked downstairs at a glance.

88888, Zhou Tong pouted, how much does he love money?Iron rooster, no wonder he was reluctant to give him even 100 million.

"Come and have a meal with me." After saying this, Han Chen hung up the phone.

Zhou Tong saw the people in the car beckoning to him. If it wasn't Han Chen...'s assistant, who was it?

He hurried down, looked at the assistant who had met once, and asked, "Why are you?"

Facing this immature young man, Qi Mingda did not dare to neglect him, "President Han asked me to pick you up to Ruixuan Pavilion, where he will wait for you."

Zhou Tong looked up at the tall and strong assistant, "Why doesn't he come by himself?"

Hey, it's weird, he is 1.7 meters tall and nearly 1.8 meters tall, why does he always have to raise his head when talking in front of these people?

So Zhou Tong took two steps back and found a comfortable position.

Qi Mingda was taken aback by his retreat. He thought it was because the little man beside Mr. Han didn't want to go with him, so he was in utter distress, and hurriedly explained: "Mr. Han may think that the Ruixuan Pavilion is not good. I made a reservation for you in advance, so let me pick you up, and you can eat when you go."

Zhou Tong let out a "huh", a little inexplicable to the assistant's sudden nervousness, he just asked casually, why did this man stay sweating?

He was keenly aware of the assistant's discomfort, so he stopped talking immediately and got into the car in a muffled voice.

Only then did Qi Mingda put the heart he was carrying back into his belly, quickly got into the car and started the car, and drove towards Ruixuan Pavilion.

Zhou Tong looked at the furnishings in the car, and suddenly asked, "Is this car yours?"

Qi Mingda drove the car carefully, and immediately replied after hearing the words: "Yes, it's mine. Is there any problem?"

Zhou Tong nodded, "No, the license plate number is quite auspicious."

Qi Mingda's heart skipped a beat, what does this mean?Think his license plate number is too ostentatious?

Don't turn around and blow pillows with Mr. Han, you want to reduce the wages of these low-level people, right?

It's no wonder Qi Mingda thinks this way. As the boss's assistant, he handles affairs with the boss all day long, so he naturally knows the influence of this little star on the boss.

Regardless of whether this influence can last, as long as this person is in power for a day, they will have to confess. He has never seen the boss do this for anyone, maybe this is the only one.

Thinking of this, he became more careful when driving, lest he would leave a bad impression on this man, he didn't dare to ask what he said just now, and watched the road honestly.

After a 10-minute drive, he finally completed the task, sent the person to Mr. Han, and returned to the company under Mr. Han's signal.

In the private room, Han Chen pinched Zhou Tong's smooth and fair face and looked around, "Did you not drink that bowl of blood-enriching soup today?"

Zhou Tong didn't expect him to be able to see this, so he stopped talking immediately.

Han Chen was a little annoyed when he saw that a dead pig was not afraid of boiling water, and pinched his face with two fingers and twisted it fiercely, "You dare to lie if you haven't eaten, Zhou Xiaotong, you have grown up, haven't you?"

Zhou Tong frowned, "Don't take the meaning out of context, can you? I haven't eaten anything. I've finished eating glutinous rice porridge, crispy eggs, and shrimp cakes!"

"Don't be stubborn with me, go back and ask auntie to make you another bowl of blood-enriching soup."

Looking at it from a close distance, the face of the person in front of him looked even paler, a little sickly pale, with blue blood vessels looming, his brows slowly gathered, and he let go of his hand.

The white one looks like a ghost, it's ugly to death.

When Zhou Tong heard it, he immediately lay down on the table, with a bitter face, "It's hard to drink!"

This time, Han Chen's mouth was hard and his heart was hard, he just turned a blind eye to the poor little Zhou Tong, "You have to drink it even if it's bad, I'll watch you drink it when you go back."

Zhou Tong got angry, slapped the table, and shouted, "Why are you so slow? The food is here! It's not here yet!"

The waiter who was ordered by Han Chen to wait outside the door and was about to come in to speak: "..."

"Guest, your meal has arrived."

Zhou Tong: "What did I order? I haven't ordered anything yet! Give me the menu!"

Order a bunch, you won't be able to eat him to death!

The waiter looked at him in embarrassment, then at Han Chen.

His action fell into Zhou Tong's eyes, and he was angry again!

Han Chen nodded, "Give it to him."

Zhou Tong stared at the man desperately, took the menu without looking at it, "This, this, this all..."

It is estimated that Han Chen can be supported to death, and Zhou Tong is satisfied to give up.

The waiter took the order and went.

It is indeed a delicacy piled with gold, it is delicious.

Zhou Tong stared at the dishes that came up first, without blinking his eyes.

He is a foodie, even after eating all kinds of delicacies, he still can't resist the temptation.

So the young man who was clamoring to keep Han Chen alive just now hurriedly picked up two plates of his favorite food, without even showing Han Chen a look, and guarded the food firmly.

Seeing that he was about to wag his tail after eating, Han Chen clicked his tongue twice, he looked like a delicate young master, he showed his original shape as soon as he ate, pig.

"Zhou Xiaotong."

"Well."

"Why are you in my bed?"

"Pfft...cough cough...cough, cough..." Zhou Tong choked, but luckily there was water beside him, so he poured a large glass of water and swallowed it hard, before Zhou Tong freed himself, "You, I when……?"

Han Chen's eyes flashed across, and he didn't know whether he was disappointed or relieved.

His little thing, it was so clean from the beginning, it was fine, luckily it wasn't him.

Han Chen didn't speak, Zhou Tong bit his chopsticks, and began to reflect, whether it was something wrong with his ears, or when did he really... crawl on the bed?

He reflected... MDZZ, what a magical turn? !Is he crawling on the bed?As soon as he woke up, he was "caught" up, okay?

Zhou Tong was also a little speechless. What time has it been? After so long, this man still remembers it firmly. I'm sorry to mention it.

"Well, I didn't mean it, I'm sorry." Zhou Tong spread his hands, shrugged, and twitched his mouth.

Han Chen quickly calmed down, sat relaxed, and looked at the boy with evil eyes, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, it's over? What about my mental loss?"

When Zhou Tong heard this, his eyes widened in disbelief, "Your mental loss?"

What's wrong with me? You've lost your spirit. I'm the one who got scared, okay?When you wake up, all three views are ruined, isn't it!

"Aren't you finished!" Zhou Tong rolled his eyes, knowing that "he" was murdered that day, and asked him for mental damages. Rich people, alas, are like this.

Zhou Tong felt a little sympathetic to him, not to mention the fact that he suffered a lot when he was a child, and his stingy temper can't be changed after he has money.He's seen a lot of this.

Seeing Zhou Tong look at him slowly with strange sympathy, Han Chen, who didn't know what he was imagining, subconsciously turned black, both emotionally and rationally, reminding him to stop someone's wild thinking quickly.

On the opposite side of the dining table, he quickly stretched out his hand to the other side, pinching the other side's straight and delicate nose, and didn't stop until the other side's face gradually turned rosy.

Then calmly said: "Tonight, blood-enriching soup."

Zhou Tong couldn't bear it anymore, "I'll drink it, let me drink it!"

He was about to vomit blood from his anger, Zhou Tong thought.

So Zhou Tong, who turned his grief and anger into strength, vented his anger and ate the plate, but was stopped by Han Chen who finally couldn't stand it anymore, "Okay, let's eat again, do you want a stomachache again?"

The three words "stomach pain" stepped on Zhou Tong's thunder again. Damn, he was stupid at the time, right?Why pretend to have a stomachache to buy this man a gift?Still...still..., thinking of the "gift" that the man asked for at that time, Zhou Tong's face slowly turned red again.

Han Chen looked at this scene with a smile, his eyes darkened, staring at the person opposite, as if he was looking at a plate of Chinese food.

That night, Zhou Tong was indeed forced by Han Chen to drink a bowl of blood-enriching soup, and Han Chen went back to his bedroom with satisfaction under the eyes of the young man burning with small fireballs.

Yes, the mental damage fee is worth it.