In the next few days, Yanjing entered a more chaotic era. One after another, it was reported that someone had smashed the place again, someone had burned the place again, someone had been thrown away from the house, and someone's little girl took off her clothes as soon as she went out, and took a lot of photo albums. In short, Yanjing fell into the most chaotic era in history. For a moment, everyone panicked, afraid that the next person who was unexpected would be himself. Many people who showed off their power and power on weekdays were also in a state of difficulty in protecting themselves.

Jiangnan Xiaoyuan, a room that is not spacious, with three bedrooms and one living room, a TV, a coffee table in the living room, and a few playing cards scattered on the ground. The room was a bit messy, but it was not too messy. On the sofa, Huo Qingtong sat there with a pack of potato chips in his hand, eating, and watching the "Bears" on the TV. Sometimes, the moment when the bald man came out, it would make the little girl giggle.

"Qingdong, why don't you rest for a while?" Sitting on the sofa, Zhao Xiaohan held a lollipop in his hand. Yes, it was not a cigarette, it was a lollipop. He originally wanted to smoke, but when he saw Huo Qingtong sitting there watching TV, he had to pick up a lollipop from the table to replace the cigarette.

"No need, Brother Han, I think I'm in good health now." Huo Qingdong smiled and patted his chest, and said with a smile: "Brother Han, I want to continue to follow you. I will go wherever you go. Otherwise, I will go to your bar with A Niu to watch the venue. Don't worry, Brother Han, as long as I am here, no one can move a corner of our bar."

"Aniu just watch it." Zhao Xiaohan shook his head gently and said, "I plan to let you have a good rest and accompany Qingtong. During your coma, the little girl was crying sadly. I saved a million in your bank card. With this money, I accompanied the little girl abroad for a trip and relax."

"No need, Brother Han, I..." Just when Huo Qingdong was about to continue speaking, he was interrupted by Zhao Xiaohan again: "I have already said hello to Mr. An, and he also agreed to let you go abroad for a good rest. When you come back, you will decide whether to continue to follow me or return to Mr. An."

"Don't think about it, I've decided." A resolute look flashed across Huo Qingdong's face: "I will not return to Mr. An again. From now on, no matter where you go, I will follow you. From now on, my life in Huo Qingdong will be yours, Brother Han."

"Why is it so bad to hear you? Do I look so bad?" Zhao Xiaohan smiled bitterly, stood up, patted his shoulder, and smiled slightly, "Don't think so much, accompany the little girl, take a break for a while, and then tell me your decision after a while, okay?"

In another place, at the flower shop, Zhao Xiaohan walked in alone. When he entered his eyes, the little girl Yanyan was wearing a small white skirt and jumping around in the flower shop like a small flower, looking very lively. When he saw Zhao Xiaohan walking in, Yanyan's face suddenly turned flowers in full bloom. He ran around Zhao Xiaohan with his little feet and rushed to Zhao Xiaohan's arms: "Brother Xiaohan, why are you here?"

Looking at the bright look of the little girl in her arms, Zhao Xiaohan shook her head and lowered her head, gently pinched her little nose with a doting smile, and said with a faint smile: "Brother Xiaohan misses you, come and see you, is Yanyan obedient recently, and have he listened to his mother's words?"

"Yan Yan has always been very obedient." Yan Yan hugged Zhao Xiaohan's waist with both hands, and smiled and said, "Brother Xiaohan, you only miss me? Then do you miss my mother?"

"Uh, this, that, Yanyan, have you eaten?" Zhao Xiaohan touched his nose awkwardly, and for a moment he didn't know what to answer. Looking at Zhao Xiaohan's embarrassed look, Yanyan covered his mouth and laughed: "Don't change the topic, tell Yanyan, do you miss my mother?"

"That, probably, maybe, maybe, probably, I guess I've thought about it?" Zhao Xiaohan coughed and glared at the little girl who was a big ghost. After hearing Zhao Xiaohan's words, the little girl was immediately happy and laughed, "I knew, Brother Xiaohan, you must miss your mother. Yesterday I told my mother about Brother Xiaohan."

"Oh? What did you say about me?" Zhao Xiaohan smiled and hugged Yanyan to the sofa where he was waiting for the guests. After sitting firmly, Yanyan sat in Zhao Xiaohan's arms, stretched out his little hand and gently shaved the sighing stubble on Zhao Xiaohan's chin, then he said, "Brother Xiaohan, you should shave, look, your beard is starting to pierce people."

"I've been too busy lately and forgot to shave." Zhao Xiaohan frowned and touched his chin. Sure enough, a layer of hard stubble had appeared, and it really felt like it was thrusting. Looking at Zhao Xiaohan's move of reaching out to touch the stubble, the little girl laughed again: "Mom said, men with stubble are the most handsome, you must not shave, Brother Xiaohan, my mother likes men with stubble."

"A little man is big." Hearing that the little girl dared to joke with him, Zhao Xiaohan glared at her angrily, but he had no choice but to change the topic and said: "Come on, let me talk to Brother Xiaohan, what did you talk to my mother yesterday? Are you talking about? I'm the only handsome man you have ever seen when you grow up so old?"

"Tsk, narcissistic." Yan Yan snorted, jumped out of Zhao Xiaohan's arms, and put his hands on his hips and said, "Yesterday I asked my mother, Brother Xiaohan, do you think of me more or more or more or more or more? My mother told me not to talk nonsense. Tell me, Brother Xiaohan, who do you think of more than two of us?"

"Of course I miss you a little more." Zhao Xiaohan shook his head and smiled. The child was indeed a child, he was so simple and cute. After hearing Zhao Xiaohan's answer, Yanyan's mood finally got better. Then he returned to Zhao Xiaohan's arms with satisfaction, changed into a comfortable position, lay down, playing with his fingers. After a while, he saw Yang Wei slowly walking out of the office, followed by a middle-aged man in a suit and tie. The two of them were smiling and chatting about something. When they walked to the door and saw Zhao Xiaohan sitting in the hall, Yang Wei whispered a few words to the middle-aged man apologetically, and then the middle-aged man nodded and left.

After the middle-aged man left, Yang Wei walked towards Zhao Xiaohan, took the opportunity to pick up a teapot on the table next to him, poured a cup of tea for Zhao Xiaohan, and chuckled and said, "Xiaohan, why do you have time to come to me today?"

"Just just came out of a friend's house, I came over to take a look." Zhao Xiaohan smiled softly, picked up the teacup on the table and took a sip, nodded with satisfaction and said, "The tea leaves are good, soft but not greasy, lightly sweet, and the tea fragrance is everywhere. First-class Xinyang Maojian? Are you willing to take out such a good tea leaves to entertain guests?"

"Haha, that's right, it's Xinyang Maojian." Yang Wei couldn't help but admire Zhao Xiaohan's taste: "This is the tea my friend brought to me from Xinyang. One or two is worth hundreds. I definitely don't want to entertain them for ordinary people, but you are not an ordinary person."

"Auntie Vivi, I'm a little proud of you praising me like this." Zhao Xiaohan smiled softly, stood up in his arms, looked at the middle-aged man who was gradually walking away from the door, and whispered: "That person was your friend just now?"

"No." Yang Wei shook her head and said, "I am a customer. He has always been supplying the flowers in my store. But for some reason, this time he came to break up his relationship with me. I heard that the flowers have been rising prices recently, and the price I gave is not high, so he plans to do other people's business."

It can be seen that when Yang Wei said this, her face looked helpless, and even Zhao Xiaohan didn't care about the words that Aunt Weiwei had just said. After hearing Yang Wei's words, Zhao Xiaohan nodded and said, "Didn't you sign a contract?"

"Sign it." Yang Wei sighed softly, sat on the sofa next to her, with a look of sorrow on her face: "But, our contract is about to expire. This time, I originally wanted to renew it with him, but if I renew it, I need to pay one-third more. I am a small business here, so how can I pay them one-third more more for them?"

After hearing Yang Wei's words, Zhao Xiaohan nodded and roughly understood what she meant. If she wanted to renew her contract, she would have to increase the cost price of each bouquet of flowers. However, if the cost price was increased, her profit would be reduced by one third. If she excluded the monthly expenses, water, electricity and rent, she might not make a penny, and she might even pay a lot of money.

"Do you want me to talk to him?" Zhao Xiaohan smiled slightly, put down Yanyan in his arms, and spoke softly. After hearing Zhao Xiaohan's words, Yang Wei shook her head gently and said, "No, if it really doesn't work, I will close this flower shop and go out to find a job. Yanyan is too old now, so she can board in school. If this is the case, I can take some time to accompany Yanyan on the weekend."

After the words finished, he heard Yang Wei's sigh again. It could be seen that this flower shop was definitely the result of her hard work. Turning off her flower shop made her even more uncomfortable than killing her life. Looking at Yang Wei's appearance of rubbing her temples, Zhao Xiaohan sighed softly, raised the teacup, took a sip, and after a few seconds of silence, he finally spoke again: "Maybe, there is another better solution?"

"What method?" Hearing Zhao Xiaohan's words, Yang Wei suddenly raised her head. Obviously, she was still holding a little bit of unwilling to give up the flower shop in her heart.
Chapter completed!