"Why?"

Han was also stunned.

"Because I'm no longer young."

Zhou Yunshen's tone is melancholy.

Han also wants to know why he said that.

"Young people always want to be liked."

Han Yi:

This is still with him.

Han also wrung his waist flesh, hate hate way: "Zhou Yunshen, you make again, I really ignore you."

"Then you can't get along with Yang Ming alone."

Zhou Yunshen said, turning his head to see Han also said: "after all can not."

With a mature and elegant face, Han said such a child's words, Han also simply couldn't laugh or cry.

At the end of the day, of course, it's time to coax the age of three!

In the blink of an eye, the summer vacation, Han Yi's play is on schedule, because the theme is just popular nowadays, and his personage is also very distressing. As soon as the play is released, Han Yi's microblog fans have increased by more than 100000, and they are still growing every day. In just four or five days, microblog fans have broken the million mark and gone up all the way.

Although the number of fans has not reached their satisfaction level, it also proves that Han is a plastic talent. As long as they continue to cultivate Han Yi, he will be the next popular student.

Sun Wang is very regretful. Every day he comes to Han Yi to offer his hospitality. Even if the hill drives him, he doesn't go. Han also remembered that Zhou Yunshen said that he would look for an agent for him. Now that he is too busy, why hasn't he sent the agent?

Call with Zhou Yunshen to say this, Zhou Yunshen is very calm Oh a way: "ten minutes later, others will arrive."

Han is also full of expectations. He wants to see how powerful the people Zhou Yunshen has chosen for him.

Ten minutes later, the door of Han Yi's lounge was knocked. The man who came in was slim and long legged, holding the box of the cake shop in his hand. His thin lips and a smile seemed to form a line. The star light in his eyes covered Han Yi's surprised face.

Zhou Yunshen He's going to be his agent???

After drinking afternoon tea and eating small cakes and snacks, Han has not recovered from the shock of Zhou Yunshen, or he has not adapted to the life of Zhou Yunshen as a broker.

The man has already looked at the document, see the key point and Han also mentioned two, by the way, tell him what to pay attention to.

After reading a document, Han Yi pressed him to get the next day's heavy rain. The heavy rain on the beach suddenly came with a strong wind and couldn't go out. Zhou Yunshen and Han Yigan were studying sitting and eating at home. Han Jingyun was brought up by Han and influenced by Han, and he also liked to cook. So there was a scene of father and son guarding the oven or Cooking Seafood together The picture of porridge.

After a busy morning's lunch time, there were seven or eight things running on the ground and swimming in the sea. The three of them ate a round belly.

After lunch, they were more or less tired. They were chatting and playing on the sofa. When did they sleep. When Zhou Yunshen wakes up, he picks up a small bean bag on the long wool carpet and carries him upstairs to sleep.

Han Yi, if he moved him, he had to wake up immediately, Zhou Yunshen had to continue to lie beside him and sleep.

In the afternoon, when the rain stopped, there was a little sun. The father and son ate afternoon tea and took a walk along the seaside. The sunset covered the sky. It was magnificent and bright. Looking at it without speaking, they could feel that it was very beautiful.

With the holiday coming to an end, Zhou Yunshen decided to take Han to the last night market, but Han Jingyun didn't go because he had a little diarrhea. Han was not sure he was at home, but xiaodoubao was so considerate that he pushed his father and Zhou Yunshen out to play Gobang with the people who came to take care of him.

The two men go out to hang out very simple and crude, see what want to buy, also do not need to think Han Jingyun can eat.

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