When Zhou Yingying, who was at the door, saw Zhang Fan coming out of the Chinese restaurant neatly, she breathed a sigh of relief, and her originally slightly frown eyebrows also stretched out.

"What are you looking at?" Seeing that Zhang Fan was staring at his face, Zhou Yingying was stern and tense again, and immediately switched to the role of an iceberg.

Zhang Fan teased: "Yingying, I heard what you scolded Zhang Jun in the end. He really deserves to be my Zhang Fan's woman!"

Zhou Yingying gave Zhang Fan a blank look, "What did Zhang Jun talk to you about? I have been worried about you fighting outside!"

"How is that possible!" Zhang Fan curled his lips and pretended to be arguing, "Is this kind of thing worth my action? Your husband, I just exuded a little bit of a kingly aura, and the Zhang surnamed almost knelt down for me in the restaurant!"

Zhang Fan's words were quite calm and casual, completely different from his past cautiousness. Perhaps he didn't even notice it himself. Since Liu Bo handed him money a few days ago, he has changed and has become much more confident.

There is a saying that a 20-year-old man’s sense of security comes from the full range of his mobile phone, while a 30-year-old man’s sense of security depends on the thickness of his wallet. This sounds a bit ridiculous, but it actually makes some sense.

Zhou Yingying asked curiously: "What did he tell you?"

Zhang Fan held Zhou Yingying's shoulders and walked on the way home. Seeing that the latter was as if he didn't ask, he would not give up until he understood, so he tilted his head and thought for a while, and said, "Do you really want to know?"

"certainly!"

"Zhang Jun wanted to ask me to sell you. I said I could negotiate this matter, and then he offered to pay a price of one billion." Zhang Fan slapped his chest, raised his head and said righteously: "But do you think Yingying, who is Zhang Fan? Am I the kind of silver that bows for five dou of rice? Our love can definitely withstand any material test, so I rejected him without hesitation!"

"Fart!" Zhou Yingying raised her eyebrows and grabbed Zhang Fan's ears, twisting her little hands hard: "You have been blown to death by the cows! Can Zhang Jun have 1 billion?!tm, do you know how heavy a billion? You have to use the kind that is installed in a truck!"

"Hey hey! Be gentle, be gentle!" Zhang Fan begged, but his heart was sweet.

After seven years of relationship and more than a year of separation, this relationship was originally on the verge of breaking, but now it seems that there are signs of easing.

After returning home that night, it was almost eleven o'clock in the evening. Just as Zhang Fan finished mopping the floor and was about to go to bed, his cell phone suddenly rang. He quickly took out his cell phone and took it out and answered the phone.

The phone call was from Zhang Fan’s old classmate in high school. The man was named Zhou Ming. When he was in high school, he and Zhang Fan were deskmates, and they had a good relationship.

"Hey, Zhang Fan, you are not asleep yet, are you?"

"Nonsense, this point is here, even if you fall asleep, you will wake up." Zhang Fan rolled his eyes and asked, "If you have something to do, just say it."

"Tonight at the Dynasty Hotel at 7 o'clock, our old classmates will have a party. Will you come?"

"Class reunion?" Zhang Fan was stunned, "You know I don't like lively, so I'd better forget about this kind of gathering."

"Come on, most of the old classmates in the class have come. After so many years of graduation, everyone is separated from each other. It is rare to have time to get together to get together. Don't make special things, can you do it?"

"It's not that I'm special and not sociable." Zhang Fan looked at Zhou Yingying, who was sitting on the sofa watching TV, and whispered: "It's because the classmate reunion has changed a little now. You know, I am a person who is indifferent to fame and fortune and is not used to that kind of occasion."

"It's okay." Zhou Ming smiled and persuaded: "What's indifferent to fame and fortune? It's just that you can do well and do poorly. In fact, there is no need. Everyone is classmates, there is no need to be so utilitarian... Fan, I know that you have not been lucky in the past few years and have not been very good at doing well. You can just come. Then we are together and no one will gossip."

Zhang Fan was reluctant to go because he was born with the kind of person who was not good at flattering, nor was he a soccer player. He just wanted to live his little life quietly. So, when Zhou Ming told him about the class reunion, he felt a little resistant, but he couldn't resist the persuasion of his old classmates, so in the end he had to agree.

After hanging up the phone, Zhou Yingying raised her head and looked at Zhang Fan, "Is there a party?"

"Yes, the high school classmate reunion, I have graduated for many years and haven't been together much."

"Then go."

In terms of social interaction, Zhou Yingying and Zhang Fan have the opposite attitude. She is more keen on social interaction, she believes in circle culture and connection culture, and is a contestant for strong people in the workplace.

This can be seen from the fact that Zhou Yingying joined Daheng Real Estate for more than a year and reached the position of the sales department manager.

If it is a vase or a shy little girl, it is impossible to adapt to this job, and it is even more impossible to get promoted so quickly.

After getting Zhou Yingying's approval, Zhang Fan nodded, "Okay, I'll send Zhou Ming a message later and tell him I'll attend tomorrow night."

"Well, I'll go with you tomorrow night."

Zhang Fan was stunned when he heard this, "What are you doing with him? Don't you have to go to work tomorrow?"

When Zhang Fan heard that Zhou Yingying was going, he felt a little guilty, because when Zhang Fan was in high school, he had a girlfriend. Both of them had first love. They had been dating for more than two years and were classmates. When she heard Zhou Ming's tone, she would definitely attend this class reunion.

So if Zhou Yingying followed him, Zhang Fan was not sure if something unpleasant would happen at the party.

But it is obvious that Zhang Fan is not stubborn Zhou Yingying and does not dare to disobey her intentions, so he can only agree.

Dynasty Hotel is a three-star hotel in Hecheng, with a good decoration specification. At 7 o'clock the next night, when Zhang Fan and Zhou Yingying arrived in a taxi, many cars had already been parked in the open-air parking lot downstairs of the hotel.

There are all domestic, Japanese, and German ones, most of which are scooters worth more than 100,000 or 200,000 yuan, and of course there are also luxury cars. The most conspicuous position on the side door of the hotel is a high-end Cayenne, with pure black and shiny color, and the three numbers behind the license plate are 666. It is quite eye-catching when it is placed there.

This time period is not yet at the peak of the hotel's passenger flow, so Zhang Fan can see that most of these cars are from old classmates.

"Fanzi, you are here!"

As soon as Zhang Fan and Zhou Yingying got out of the taxi, they saw a young man about 1.7 meters tall, slightly fat, red face, and a black suit rushed out of the hotel from a distance.

His name is Zhou Ming, and he is Zhang Fan's best classmate in high school and the only few whom he occasionally contacted after graduation.

This Zhou Ming was very interesting. When he just went downstairs, he ran very fast, with a figure of more than 170 pounds running, and was panting and sweating profusely. But when he went to the hotel lobby, he saw Zhang Fan and Zhou Yingying getting out of the taxi, Zhou Ming immediately slowed down and his originally enthusiastic smile became a little formulaic.

"Here, hehe!" Zhang Fan smiled slightly, took the bag from Zhou Yingying, nodded and greeted Zhou Ming, then hugged his wife's shoulders and walked slowly towards the main entrance of the hotel.
Chapter completed!