"Mr. Zhang, it's me, Cheng Jiadong!"

"It's the Cheng Jiadong who was in the first people's hospital a few days ago..."

in the telephone receiver, the voice of Cheng Jiadong has a kind of unspeakable flattery but not flattery meaning.

"Oh... It's you. What's the matter? What can I do for you?"

Zhang Xiaofan stretched out a stretch, casually put on a piece of clothes on his body, dragged his slippers lazily toward the bathroom.

Hearing this, Cheng Jiadong laughs with a little embarrassment at this time, and some chatting, saying:

"well, Mr. Zhang is like this. You see, 7:30 is just the time for breakfast."

"Hey, hey, hey... How about that, Mr. Zhang, I'll invite you to the nearby teahouse for breakfast."

"Then, by the way, let's talk about the follow-up treatment of my stuff..."

"Oh? That's why you came to me early in the morning

Zhang Xiaofan shook his head in tears and laughter, then went on, and said.

"Well, you arrange a place, and I'll be there for about half an hour..."

"good... Good... Good... Then I'll wait for Mr. Zhang's arrival..."

seeing Zhang Xiaofan's nod and promise, Cheng Jiadong's voice in the receiver is obviously with a slight tremor. Obviously, he is also a little excited now, so don't do it.

In this way, in about half an hour or so, Zhang Xiaofan directly came to Wangyue teahouse according to the positioning of Cheng Jiadong's wechat.

The moon tea house is located in Jiangnan District of Wuzhou City, one of the most prosperous business districts.

The whole is a six story building, looks antique, decoration is full of Chinese style everywhere.

At first glance, those who have money but no place to spend go to the leisure and entertainment place to spend their time here...

Zhang Xiaofan carried a black plastic bag full of ground in his hand and swaggered in.

However, at this time, a maid in a uniform came forward.

The woman looked up at Zhang Xiaofan, but she couldn't move her eyes!

Zhang Xiaofan's appearance is not vulgar, and his flesh has been washed and pitched by the Queen Mother's 3000 year old flat peach.

What's more, the whole body's cultivation of Zhenyuan is a hundred feet and one step further to reach the foundation state of half a step.

This also makes Zhang Xiaofan with a kind of Fairy Spirit and outstanding temperament. What a graceful young master in the world...

"good... Good temperament!"

Liu Mengmeng holds a tray in her hand, and her two watery almond eyes stare at Zhang Xiaofan for a moment.

At the same time, cherry mouth slightly open, for a time is to forget what they were supposed to do.

"Lady, do I have any flowers on my face?"

Zhang Xiaofan is a little bit puzzled and looks at Liu Mengmeng curiously.

What kind of operation is this? Why does this little beauty look at herself with such eyes?

Read to this point, Zhang Xiaofan also subconsciously reached out and touched his face.

See if there's something stuck on it, or if you forgot to shave this morning.

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