Lucky hit

On the day of Chinese New Year, Han Haodong deliberately woke up early, just to let Zheng Bonian record a small video of New Year greetings for him so that he could post it on his Weibo.This is something we do every year, no matter how festive or busy or private the day is, we cannot neglect thousands of fans.

He also deliberately wore a high-necked casual red sweater, and after casually styling his hair, he sat in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows and started recording.

The draft written in my heart blurted out, with a charming smile and a magnetic voice.If it hadn't been for Qiao Liang who went back and forth to pick up things, he would have gone through it twice, and it would have been recorded once.

After the video was posted on Weibo, Han Haodong got up and went to the dining table and sat on a chair looking at the people drinking porridge at the long dining table: "Did you do it on purpose just now?"

"What's on purpose?" Qiao Liang looked over.

Han Haodong smiled and shook his phone: "I'm recording something, but you still have to walk in front of the camera."

Qiao Liang put down the bowl: "That's because I want to pick up the charger."

"twice?"

"After taking mine, I realized that I have to take Xu Yaoyang's." Qiao Liang said helplessly, "I didn't know you were recording something, and you thought I was willing to pass by."

"I thought you were going to take this opportunity to appear on camera." Han Haodong smiled angrily and held up his phone: "How about we take a photo together."

Qiao Liang turned away in disgust: "No photo."

"Do you know how many people want to take pictures with me?"

"I don't know." Qiao Liang lowered his head and continued to spoon the porridge from the bottom of the bowl into his mouth.

Standing by the window, Zheng Bonian was on the phone and turned around to look at the two people at the dining table who didn't know what to say. Although Han Haodong told him that he had no unreasonable thoughts about Qiao Liang, he knew Han Haodong's character and would always go Recruit people.

Sure enough, in the next second, he saw his family Han Haodong forcefully pressing Qiao Liang to take a photo.Qiao Liang turned the spoon in his hand, the porridge spilled out and landed on his shirt, and he stood up with a cry of surprise.

Zheng Bonian was afraid that these two people would go together again as if they were in the hospital at that time, and it would be bad if someone pushed the other down.He wanted to hang up the transatlantic phone call with his art director, but he didn't go there after seeing Xu Yaoyang who hurried out of the kitchen hearing Qiao Liang's voice, but went on to deal with the matter on the phone.

Xu Yaoyang glanced at Han Haodong who was still sitting there with a smile on his mouth, then took out a tissue and lowered his head to wipe the porridge on Qiao Liang's shirt: "Stop wearing this, go upstairs and change."

Qiao Liang was reluctant: "Then you have to change, or it will be different."

Han Haodong swayed his upturned legs leisurely and looked at the two people who went upstairs one after the other, wearing the same style of shirts.He curled his lips and looked at the photo he had just taken on his phone.

Qiao Liang's struggle completely defeated the scientific anti-shake function of the phone, which was called a hideous face.

Han Haodong was sitting there laughing, and Zheng Bonian came over to pat him behind him: "It's causing trouble again, huh?"

Han Haodong disdains: "I just want to show my friendliness and want to take a photo with him, but he won't do it."

Zheng Bonian felt that Han Haodong looked like a child at this time, he bent down and bumped Han Haodong's head with a chuckle: "Okay, stop making trouble, call them down, and then call your father and aunt Yu, we will go out."

If you don't go to Chinatown to celebrate the new year abroad, you won't have much flavor of the new year.

Zheng Bonian still called the assistant to drive them. The extended car is comfortable and spacious.

When Qiao Liang came, he was suffering from airsickness, cold and jet lag. Han Mingxiu was afraid that he would get carsick, so he let him sit in the co-pilot.

In this way, the old couple sat in the middle row, and the remaining three sat in the back row.

Zheng Bonian was afraid that Han Haodong would be cold when he sat next to the window, so he stuffed him between him and Xu Yaoyang.

So Han Haodong leaned in his seat all the way and listened to the two people on the left and the right talking.What surprised him was that Xu Yaoyang's iceberg could get along well with his family's photoshoot.It's probably about business and official career, but I don't shy away from it.

Han Haodong may be used to it, he still wears a hat, and put on his coat and hat when he got off the car.

Due to the difficulty of parking near Chinatown in Manhattan, New York, a group of people got down without reaching the place.Zheng Bonian told the assistant a few words in English before letting the assistant drive away.

Coming here is full of New Year's flavor, and the eyes are full of red on special days.There is a bustling flow of people, both Chinese and foreign tourists.Surrounded by various Chinese restaurants and specialty shops, it makes people feel as if they have returned to the country on the other side of the ocean.

When Han Haodong was abroad, he would come here with his father and his aunt almost every New Year's Eve, as if it had become a tradition.But every time I come, I find something new.

Qiao Liang and Xu Yaoyang, who were walking side by side, were talking about something. After a while, Qiao Liang turned around to look at Han Haodong with a smile, and pointed to a poster not far away, pretending to be surprised: "This person looks familiar."

Han Haodong looked in the direction Qiao Liang was pointing at, and saw his huge poster. He rarely joked, "It looks familiar, but I don't know it."

Zheng Bonian next to him laughed: "It looks familiar to me."

Han Haodong nudged Zheng Bonian lightly with his elbow: "Which one looks familiar?"

Zheng Bonian posted it over in a noisy environment, leaned against Han Haodong's side in a low voice with a smirk and said, "Everything looks familiar, very similar to the person who sleeps next to me every night."

Even though Han Haodong was separated by a layer of coat and hat, he could still hear clearly, and he could even feel the warm breath carried by Zheng Bonian's words. He felt itchy in his heart but pretended to be calm, without saying a word.

It is rare to be so casual, and he is happy.Happened to meet a candy stall, Han Haodong pulled Zheng Bonian to stop.

His father and his aunt Yu claimed that they would not eat candy if they had bad teeth, so Han Haodong turned his head and asked the couple which one they wanted.

Qiao Liang came over curiously, blinking his big eyes and asked the old man who was busy drawing sugar figurines in front of the booth, "Can I draw a turtle?"

Han Haodong couldn't help laughing: "You are really weird. Others draw dragons, phoenixes, Monkey King, etc., but you draw turtles."

The old man smiled and his face was covered with wrinkles, which were the traces of the years. He smiled and nodded: "Yes."

Qiao Liang looked back at Xu Yaoyang behind him: "Look, it's fine."

Xu Yaoyang nodded slightly, and then went to take out his wallet.

Han Haodong reacted quickly, and went to get it in his pocket first, but found that he, who was not used to carrying a wallet, didn't take it at all. No matter what he did, he never bought it himself. He had Shi Feng.

Zheng Bonian saw Han Haodong's little move, smiled and handed over his wallet.

Xu Yaoyang handed the money to the old man and looked at Han Haodong: "Don't take it, I'll come, which one do you choose?"

Han Haodong stopped opening Zheng Bowen's wallet, chose two sugar figurines and waited for the turtle that Qiao Liang was drawing.

He put away the wallet in his hand, and before he closed it, he saw a white note leaking from the middle of the wad of money. It was inserted in a nondescript and disorderly manner. He had an obsessive-compulsive disorder, so he stretched out his hand to try to replay it.

After inadvertently seeing the words on it, I picked it up again and looked at it carefully.

Zheng Bonian was startled, and wanted to take it back: "Don't look at it, it's useless, give it to me."

After looking carefully, Han Haodong raised his head, glanced at the crowded surroundings and frowned: "We'll talk about it when we go back."

Zheng Bonian took the wallet handed back by Han Haodong, and then continued shopping with a few people. He knew that Han Haodong must have understood the receipt.That was the bank note that Jack showed to Lu Song after he had transferred money to Lu Song's account. He was always at ease when Jack was doing business, and he didn't even look at it at the time, but just stuffed it in his wallet in a hurry.

To be honest, he didn't intend to let Han Haodong know about giving Lu Song a hush money.

But now that Han Haodong knew about it, he didn't intend to deny it. He thought it would be fine to tell Han Haodong when he asked.

After shopping in Chinatown for a while, the two old people went back home after they got tired.

After returning home, she was busy preparing the New Year's Eve dinner. Yu Manrao was reluctant to let the children help. It was useless to anyone, but everyone was able to lend a hand.

Only Han Haodong and Qiao Liang were very idle. One was on the phone with Lin Pengfei in the living room, and the other was videoing with Xu Yingyue in the middle hall.

Han Haodong was really bored in the end, so he ran to the kitchen to see what Zheng Bonian was doing.

Han Mingxiu was killing fish by the pool, afraid that his blood-sick son would feel uncomfortable, but when he turned around, he saw that Zheng Bonian had covered his son's eyes in time, so he turned around and dealt with it quickly.

Han Haodong didn't understand what was going on, so Zheng Bonian covered his eyes and brought him out. He opened Zheng Bonian's hand: "What are you doing?"

"The fish is being killed in the kitchen. The pool is full of fish blood. I'm afraid you will be scared when you see it."

Han Haodong nodded: "By the way, I forgot to ask. Why didn't you tell me about the money you gave Lu Song?"

Zheng Bo Nian spread his hands: "It's a small matter, I don't want you to worry about it."

Han Haodong raised his eyebrows, and stood there with arms folded: "He really dares to ask, you can give him whatever he wants, and you are not afraid of him blackmailing you a second time."

Zheng Bonian smiled: "No."

"Why not."

"Because the second time will be invalid."

"Why is it invalid?"

Zheng Bonian put his arms around Han Haodong, and looked seriously at the pair of bright eyes in front of him: "Because the dead are the most important, Deng Feier has passed away. Also, the scandal that is sure to die is a fact, no one will listen to his nonsense anymore. "

Han Haodong was slightly taken aback, it was a big game of chess for the one who took the photo, and everyone was so rigidly unable to move.He joked: "You are so scheming and courteous, fortunately we are not opponents."

"Why is it an opponent?" Zheng Bonian stared at Han Haodong: "We will always be the same."

Han Haodong glanced at Zheng Bo Nian and walked to the living room with satisfaction: "I will transfer the money to you then."

"Need not."

"No, that's my business, you don't need to spend money."

"Your business is mine."

"If I say no, it won't work."

Zheng Bonian strode up to catch up, and pressed Han Haodong's shoulder from behind: "Don't give it to me, just treat it as my betrothal gift."

Han Haodong snorted and said, "I can consider it as your dowry."

Zheng Bonian compromised: "A dowry is just a dowry. It is just a dream to satisfy your dream of being on top."

Han Haodong turned around and took a look before continuing to walk, with a smile on the corner of his mouth: "You think too much, I just want to say, when you give me the dowry, those are not enough."

Zheng Bonian stayed where he was and looked at the handsome man's back. This kid is too busy to be affectionate. He is really arrogant. Can I marry you with my entire wealth?