It's late at night, quiet, dark at night, high wind, killing and setting fires, good times. Shichahai, in a sea view villa, living room, Sister Hong put one leg on the coffee table, holding the remote control in one hand, changing the channel back and forth, holding a pack of potato chips in her hand, chewing, eating snacks and watching TV. She likes her current life very much.

In the study, Zhao Xiaohan has not yet gone to bed. It was already past 11 o'clock in the evening. He was still reading a book. A not-so-bright desk lamp was still on. In his hand, he was holding a ballpoint pen and circled it around the book from time to time. This habit has been maintained since he was in high school. He likes to write his own annotations in interesting places, at least, draw a horizontal line to indicate the uniqueness of these places.

"It is almost impossible for a fifteen percent investment to exchange for a 200 percent return rate." Zhao Xiaohan stretched, yawned, closed the books in his hand, and exchanged the largest return rate with the smallest investment. This is the dream of almost every businessman. Unfortunately, this kind of thing requires the right time, place, and people. None of them are indispensable.

"Ding..." Just as Zhao Xiaohan just stood up, his cell phone rang, he lowered his head and looked at it. It was a text message, which was written by Coach Xian, which said that the initial establishment of the driving school is almost done. When will he recruit students?

The driving school was almost set up so quickly? Seeing the text message from Coach Xian, Zhao Xiaohan shook his head and smiled. He really didn't expect that the first hospital, film and television company, and driving school would be the driving school that was successfully set up. At that moment, Zhao Xiaohan smiled and lit a cigarette, took a sip, and replied with two words, tomorrow.

Yes, from tomorrow, Hanbing Driving School will officially recruit students. Just like the previous Hope Primary School, the names of each school are taken from the word Han and Bing. The two words are combined. After replying to the text message, Zhao Xiaohan opened the door of the study and walked into the living room. When he saw Sister Hong yawning while watching TV bored, Zhao Xiaohan frowned, stepped forward, and sat on the sofa.

"Zhao, Mr. Zhao, why are you here?" When Sister Hong, who was a little sleepy, she suddenly became less sleepy when she saw Zhao Xiaohan sitting beside her, she immediately became nervous. After hearing Sister Hong's words, Zhao Xiaohan stretched out his hand and waved her, signaling her to sit down, and said softly: "Don't be too nervous. I've just read a book for a while and I'm a little thirsty. Go and pour me a cup of tea."

"Okay." Sister Hong nodded, stood up, and cooked a soak in the rainy Longjing on the spot. In the living room, there are tables specially used for tea sets. As for the grades of tea, there are many types, including Longjing in the rainy Longjing, Maojian in Xinyang, Biluochun in Xishan. Of course, Tieguanyin and Dahongpao are indispensable.

After more than ten minutes, the first tea brewing was poured out. After the second tea brewing water was a little cold, Sister Hong brought it over and took a sip. Suddenly, a fragrance suddenly disappeared. Even the sleepiness dissipated a lot. Putting down the teacup, Zhao Xiaohan raised his head, looked at Sister Hong who was restless, and said softly: "Xiaohong Restaurant, who did you open it with?"

I still asked, thinking that Zhao Xiaohan had forgotten this, but I didn't expect that, but I still asked. After hearing this, Sister Hong immediately smiled, raised her head carefully and looked at Zhao Xiaohan, and then said in a low voice: "That, Xiaohong Restaurant, I opened it with a friend."

"The business is done well, you should not be the one for doing business." Zhao Xiaohan smiled and said, "If nothing unexpected happens, you will pay the money and your friend will be responsible for the management. You are just a hand-off manager, right? But what I am more curious about is where did you find a good management expert to cooperate with you?"

"How come you know everything?" Hearing Zhao Xiaohan's words, Sister Hong felt that she had no privacy at all: "The friend I partnered with is my high school classmate, she is a college student, she seems to be a postdoctoral fellow or something. Anyway, she is a very educated person, and she is still studying financial management, and she is all about this. Isn't it easy to manage a small restaurant?"

"Oh, is that?" Zhao Xiaohan smiled after hearing Sister Hong's introduction: "Why don't such a powerful person find a stable job, but come to work with you to open a restaurant? Don't tell me that your partner is a classmate who has liked you since he was a child. This plot is too bloody."

"Of course not." When Sister Hong shook her head and said, "I'm a woman."

"Woman?" Zhao Xiaohan became more interested when he heard that he was a woman: "Why would a woman choose to cooperate with you? I don't think your charm has reached the point where both men and women take advantage of each other, but fortunately, he is a woman, at least he won't lie to you, otherwise with your IQ, he will probably lose even the dowry."

Listening to Zhao Xiaohan's words, Sister Hong became more and more angry the more she listened. What does it mean to have her IQ, she is likely to lose even the dowry? In her eyes, are she that stupid? But even if she is angry, she dares to curse "Zhao Hei-faced" in her heart, and she still pretends to be laughing. There is no way, she has to bow her head under the roof!

"Well, Mr. Zhao, it's already late. Do you want to go back and rest?" Sister Hong said, coughing. Her meaning was very obvious. I can't tell you. It's okay if I don't talk to you. Listening to Sister Hong's words, Zhao Xiaohan couldn't help but shook his head and smiled, then nodded, stood up, and said with a hush: "It's quite late. You should also take a break early. For business matters, please don't always be the boss. If you don't have the ability to use people, you may really lose the dowry. The most likely thing to deceive you is to be the one you trust the most. Remember this sentence, otherwise you will suffer."

After the words came, Zhao Xiaohan turned around and returned to the bedroom. In fact, the reason why he had a few conversations with Sister Hong today was very simple. Sister Hong's personality was too careless and was not suitable to be a hand-off manager. If her partner really wanted to lie to her, she would probably be eaten without any bones left. As for where her money came from, Zhao Xiaohan did not care too much about this. She took care of Shen Bing for so long. Even if she was greedy for a little bit of private money, he would turn a blind eye and know nothing.

In the bedroom, Shen Bing was already asleep. In the cradle, Zhao Zhiyuan's eyes were wide open. When he saw Zhao Xiaohan walking in, he grinned unexpectedly. However, Zhao Zhiyuan obviously did not realize it. When he smiled, his saliva flowed down the corners of his mouth to his face.

"Oh, my silly son, why are you smiling so happy?" Seeing that Zhao Zhiyuan was so happy, Zhao Xiaohan's mood was infected all of a sudden. He couldn't help laughing. He stepped forward, squatted down, and looked at the children in the cradle. Zhao Xiaohan stretched out his hand, gently pinched his face, and smiled with a doting face: "Good son, when will you learn to call him Dad?"

"Ah, ah, ah!" Zhao Zhiyuan was still babbling, and even a simple father could not shout. Seeing the child dancing, Zhao Xiaohan smiled and lowered his head, kissed his forehead gently, then smiled slightly, and said to himself: "You must grow up quickly, accompany your mother more, and then grow up, don't make your mother angry, make her happy, respect her well, and bring her a beautiful daughter-in-law back. If you dare to make your mother angry, I will hit you and hit your ass, have you heard?"

No one paid attention to him, and Zhao Zhiyuan didn't even understand his words. Zhao Xiaohan didn't mind the ignorance of Zhao Zhiyuan. Instead, he smiled faintly, lowered his head, rubbed his chin on his face a few times. However, just as Zhao Xiaohan was about to get up, suddenly, he felt a hint of chill passing by his neck, and then he felt his neck and his clothes be completely wet.

Yes, it was all wet. Then, he felt a warm liquid flowing down his neck, ticking down. There was no need to look, no need to think, and even no need to lower his head. Zhao Xiaohan knew what was going on. Sure enough, when he lowered his head, he happened to see Zhao Zhiyuan looking at him with a smile on his face, as if he was very happy.

"Damn, I won't even let my own father go. You're a scam." Zhao Xiaohan gritted his teeth and stood up suddenly. Looking at his wet shirt, he could only smile bitterly to express his helplessness at this moment. Yes, the liquid on his body was nothing else, it was urine, it was the urine of a child Zhao Zhiyuan. He urinated all over him and urinated his neck. Yes, his son urinated so much that his heart was filled with coldness and his heart was flying.

"I don't bully you, how dare you bully me?" Zhao Xiaohan was so excited that he took a handful of tissues, wiped his body, took off his shirt, and six prominent abdominal muscles appeared instantly. However, Zhao Xiaohan had no time to worry about his naked upper body at this moment, because the ticking urine was slowly flowing down his abdominal muscles.
Chapter completed!