The expression on Xu Yuyao's face was exactly the same as the expression of Husky's frightened.

Wang Han smiled awkwardly, "Don't be angry, it's not intentionally concealed."

Xu Yuyao covered her head, "Wow! You two are really! I'm not angry, I just feel a little embarrassed. I'm still thinking about lending money to you two to buy a house. Unexpectedly, the clown is actually me!"

Wang Han smiled embarrassedly and said, "Old Yang, this is my friend. If she has any requirements, you can do it."

"OK."

Xu Yuyao seemed to have caught something, "You are not a mysterious group..."

Having said this, Xu Yuyao didn't say it anymore, for fear of letting her say it out.

Wang Han smiled casually, "This is not a conflict. This company is run by my old man. I will come here to hang a name, and I don't usually come."

Xu Yuyao's mouth twitched.

It turns out to be the second generation!

It’s still this kind of Tongtian second generation!

Wang Han smiled at Xu Yuyao with a shy face and changed the topic, "Old Yang, where is Long Long?"

"Mr. Ximen went out to drink, I don't know where I went," Yang Feng said with a smile.

Wang Han greeted Xu Yuyao, "Big screenwriter, you are busy, I have something to do to go out."

"Okay!" Xu Yuyao nodded.

Leave the company.

Wang Han called Ximen Doudou, but the kid didn't answer the phone.

However, the little fat man Meng Bizhi called and asked Wang Han about going to Tibet in two days with a shameless face.

This little fat man was crazy at home and wanted to go with him, but the decision was with Bai Wu'an. Bai Wu'an had a bad temper, and Meng Bizhi didn't dare to say that Wang Han was the little pavilion master, and the younger generation had the most say. He wanted to ask Wang Han to talk about love together.

Wang Han lit a cigarette, "I'll talk about it later, Xiao Meng, I don't dare to say so much to that old man. Haven't you seen Mr. Feng be beaten?"

"Old Feng was beaten up? Didn't he say he fell down after drinking too much?"

Wang Han cleared his throat, "I have a bad signal here, so I'll hang up first!"

I called Bangzi and asked how the ring was looking for. Unexpectedly, a woman answered the phone.

Wang Han was stunned for a moment and thought he had called the wrong one.

"What's the matter?" asked the woman, but the tone of speaking was gasping, which was strange.

"Where is bang, I'll ask him something."

The woman on the other end of the phone continued, "Xiao Gang just said, just ask me what's going on."

Wang Han held his cell phone, with an expression of an old man looking at his cell phone in the subway.

"Hang it first, after you finish your work, let Bangzi call me back!"

"Don't! Don't hang up! He won't move if he hangs up!"

Wang Han's body stiffened.

"Bang, I'll take your mother! Your dog's @￥#%*&&%&*%￥##&!!!"

A silly laughter came from the other end of the phone.

"Ah Han, that Turtle Breath Dafa Laozi is extremely talented! My talent can practice the mid-spring! Is it envious? Are I awesome? "

"Trump, I can practice the last volume! I'm a stinky slap! How dare you compare with me to talent! Climb it for me!"

The bang's breathing changes through the phone, "Damn!"

"Xiao Gang, come!... Come!"

After hanging up the phone, Wang Han took out the wet wipes and wiped the phone receiver.

It looks like my cell phone is stained by this dog thing.

Wang Han pressed the cigarette butt into the ashtray.

Drive to the teahouse.

Bai Wu'an and Feng Manlou were drinking.

When I went upstairs, I saw Xiang Feng holding a mirror and muttering to the mirror.

Wang Han listened with his ears.

Xiang Feng's face was facing the mirror, holding a cigarette, and a very arrogant expression, "Are you good at beating? You can be useless to beat him. You need to have power and background when you come out. Which of yours is on the road?"

Speaking of this, Xiang Feng's face was pressed against the mirror, "It turned out to be a small shroud! Blow!"

Xiang Feng shook his head very handsomely and saw Wang Han who had just come up from downstairs.

Clearing his throat, Xiang Feng scratched his face in front of the mirror, "Why are there acne on his face?"

"Danzu Wu?" Wang Han shouted.

Xiang Feng tightened his body, trembling slightly excitedly, holding the mirror, tilting his head slightly, and looking at Wang Han at the slightest light.

"Where are you talking about Azu, Senior Nangong and others?"

Xiang Fengyu looked at Wang Han and smiled brilliantly, "Damn it! I have been hiding for so long, but I still discovered it by you, I..."

Before he finished speaking, Xiang Wuji walked out of the room and slapped Xiang Feng on the back of the head. Xiang Feng's head was knocked and he thumped.

"What are you? You are clean and clean all day long!"

Xiang Feng stood up distractedly, smashed his fist into his chest and then pointed at Wang Han, with an expression that you understand me.

As a result, Xiang Wuji slapped him again.

Wang Han suddenly knew why Xiang Feng was not very smart and looked careless.

"Wang Han, is there anything wrong?" Xiang Wuji looked at Wang Han with kindness, and looked at his grandson with a regret. Why is there such a big gap? He thinks his education is fine!

"It's nothing big, I'll come to the practice room to practice."

Stayed in the practice room until after four o'clock in the afternoon.

Ximen Doudou called and said that it was true that the Apocalypse Company was having barbecue and drinking with several people, so she asked Wang Han to go there too.

Wang Han left the teahouse and drove towards the other side.

Halfway through the way, he thought of something and stopped the car, and Wang Han walked into a post office.

Leaning on the window, I asked for the order.

While I was writing the signature, a voice came from behind.

"Wang Han?"

Wang Han turned around, "Big screenwriter? Why didn't he stay in the company?"

Xu Yuyao wanted to come over to a list, "They are in the meeting, and the company is too boring. I am used to being free and can't stand it after a while. I left early. What are you doing?"

Wang Han smiled casually and said, "Give some money, what are you doing here?"

Xu Yuyao saw the recipient of Wang Han, "Did you also donate to poor mountainous areas?"

Wang Han just smiled.

Xu Yuyao took the list and filled it out skillfully, and smiled casually, "I didn't expect that you, the big boss, would actually donate money in person, or be anonymous."

Wang Han disagreed and said, "Take it from the people and use it for the people. We should first be rich and then be rich."

Xu Yuyao filled out a donation of 50,000 yuan, took out an envelope and handed it out, and wrote a little grass with her signature.

He glanced at Wang Han by the way. After seeing it clearly, Xu Yuyao's eyes widened. Wang Han held more than ten orders, as small as 100,000 yuan, as large as more than 2 million yuan, and a total of more than 10 orders were 8 million yuan.

Wang Han knocked on the window and handed the order in.

He smiled at the person inside, "Trouble."

The person inside nodded at Wang Han, "No trouble."

Putting down the pen, Wang Han turned around and walked out. Xu Yuyao lay on the window with a confused look on her face, "Why did he leave without paying?"

"Every time this gentleman comes, he will fill out the form first and send someone to deliver money later."

"Every time I come? He has come many times?" Xu Yuyao looked shocked again.

"Yes, I've seen him here four or five times."

“Don’t donate so much every time?”

"Um."

Xu Yuyao opened her mouth slightly and looked shocked.

After following the door, Wang Han took a look at Xu Yuyao when he got in the car, "Great screenwriter, where will I give you there?"

Xu Yuyao thought about it and followed, put her hand on the co-pilot's handle, then put it back, and sat in the back seat.

"Where are you going, the big screenwriter?" Wang Han started the car.
To be continued...