When I returned to the shared apartment, Yan Xiaoli was still sleeping and snoring loudly.
Pan Han opened the door and looked at her, chuckling, "Who says fairies are all beautiful? Look at the way she sleeps, she's a tomboy."
After saying that, he cunningly took a few photos of Yan Xiaoli sleeping, and then admired them several times, greatly satisfying his evil taste.
This kind of thing has never been done in the end times. Over there, everyone is fighting for their lives. Only by returning to their own world can they live.
Pan Han closed the door gently and went to the kitchen alone, ready to cook dinner himself.
First put the cold dishes on two plates, and then put the cooked food in a large bowl.
Then make a pot of millet porridge, wash the cucumber, and make scrambled eggs with tomatoes.
While waiting for the porridge to cook, I played two ranked games.
Finally, the simple four dishes and one porridge were ready. I looked at the clock and it was already past seven o'clock in the evening.
He opened the door, woke Yan Xiaoli up, and got up to have dinner together.
Originally Yan Xiaoli was still drowsy and didn't want to get up, but when Pan Han gave her the sleeping photo he had just taken.
Yan Xiaoli immediately got furious, jumped up from the bed, and chased Pan Han to ask him to delete it.
The two of them laughed and played around, chasing each other for a long time before Pan Han deleted the photos in front of her.
After all this commotion, both of them had a good appetite.
Yan Xiaoli touched her stomach and was extremely hungry. She picked up the bowl and chopsticks and started showing off.
"It's broken!" Pan Han slapped his thigh while gnawing on the chicken feet.
"Ah, what's wrong?" Yan Xiaoli looked at him in surprise while chewing a cucumber.
"I forgot to buy some wine! We have to drink something with this meal."
It's cold, hot, and there are beautiful women. It feels like something is missing if you don't drink some wine.
"Do you still feel the effects of drinking now?" Yan Xiaoli knew his alcohol tolerance.
"It's just right that you're drunk."
"Fuck! You're still coming? Not tonight. I don't have any strength left."
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The next morning, Pan Han got up early and kissed Yan Xiaoli who was sleeping soundly.
She slept like a dead dog. Of course, it was not Pan Han's fault. Yan Xiaoli was in her ovulation period these days, and she couldn't hold it anymore after just one look at Pan Han.
He was going to drive back to his hometown to move the goods accumulated there to the end of the world.
Driving the Cayenne, Pan Han sped all the way, setting off at 5:00 in the morning and arriving home at 8:30.
It happened that they were having breakfast at home, so Pan Han didn't hesitate to bring some cigarettes and alcohol to his father and sat down to eat.
My parents were a little worried and kept asking Pan Han all kinds of questions, wondering why there was no news after he had been gone for more than 20 days.
Pan Han said a few random words and told the two elders that he might disappear often in the future.
"Son, you're not going to Southeast Myanmar, are you?" Mom watched the news and knew that some places were not peaceful recently, and they often tricked people from Longguo into going there.
"No, even Sun Wukong could never come back from that place." After hearing this, Pan Han laughed and praised his mother for being very concerned about hot topics.
"Son, we don't know what you are doing outside. You have changed a lot recently, but we have a deal. You are not allowed to harm others, and you must make money in an honest way." The old man stroked the 20-year-old Maotai, feeling a little uneasy.
Pan Han brought back two boxes of this luxury product that costs tens of thousands of dollars per bottle. As a father, he must have given him some more instructions.
"Don't worry, Dad. Don't you know what kind of person your son is? He is not capable of murder or arson." Pan Han said seriously while chewing on homemade pickles.
He spoke seriously, with conviction and a sincere look in his eyes.
The family couldn't help but believe it.
But he also laughed secretly in his heart. If his family knew what he did in the apocalypse, they would sell the house on the spot and hide in the mountains.
"That's fine. I raised my own son, so I know what's going on!" After the father said that, he couldn't take his eyes off the Maotai.
"Mom and Dad, I'm going to go to my uncle's place after I finish eating. Something has to happen at the factory." Pan Han hurriedly took two mouthfuls of rice porridge, patted his stomach, got up and left.
"Oh, kid, just have a meal when you come. You'll die if you stay any longer!" Mom complained with a resentful look on her face.
As a mother, I care more about my son's company. As for how much money he can make or how big his career is, all of these have to take a back seat.
After hearing this, Pan Han felt a little choked up and almost cried.
He didn't even dare tell his parents that there was some crappy knight order ready to take action.
After moving the supplies, I will definitely investigate in person to find out who the people sent by the Dragon Knights are.
Pan Han thought to himself that he must catch a few tongues and kill them all by finding clues.
After eating, Pan Han drove to the seaside warehouse without stopping.
When he arrived, the huge warehouse was already filled with all kinds of food.
He locked the door, moved it directly into the space, then traveled to the doomsday warehouse, took it out and put it away.
After saying something to Qin Zhong and Cheng Xiao, he quickly traveled back.
Then he went straight to his uncle's food processing factory to inspect it.
After all the operations, it was already past one in the afternoon.
After returning to my county town, I thought it was already past lunchtime at home, so I found a roadside restaurant and ordered two rice bowls.
"It still tastes the same! So good!" Pan Han almost cried while eating the stir-fried kidney rice.
This is the PTSD of the end of the world. After returning to your own world, everything looks beautiful and everything you eat tastes delicious.
"Uncle Cheng, where are your people? I'll go over and take a look." Pan Han remembered that Uncle Cheng's team was here, so he sent him a WeChat message to ask.
"Where are you?"
"Dayang Restaurant." Pan Han sent a location, took a photo and sent it to Uncle Cheng.
"Look at the table behind you."
When Pan Han saw this WeChat message, he turned around and glanced at the back, where two people were sitting.
One of them was wearing a military coat and torn jeans, and the other was wearing a ripped leather jacket.
They look no different from migrant workers.
Pan Han nodded to the two of them, and the other party also nodded, and the two sides were connected.
"Uncle Cheng, is your team here to beg for food? How much kickbacks have you taken? You've made them so poor that they can't even afford to buy clothes." Pan Han turned around and quickly asked Uncle Cheng why everyone in the team was wearing tattered clothes.
"Kid, what do you know? The less conspicuous, the safer." Uncle Cheng looked at WeChat and shook his head.
"Oh! I see. Where are the Dragon Knights? Where are they?"
"He hasn't appeared recently, so we can only wait."
"Fuck, how long do we have to wait?"
"You're in the open, and they're in the dark. What can you do?"
"Okay, I got it. Just tell your people to keep a close eye on it." Pan Han decided to take the initiative. He urgently needed to catch a few tongues.
If the Dragon Knights were nearby and saw me, they would definitely take action.
If they are not nearby, then if you make some noise, the other party will definitely send someone over.
After making up his mind, Pan Han began to observe his surroundings.
As luck would have it, Huangmao Chuan Ge happened to appear at the car dealership opposite.
"Hehe, it's you." Pan Han quickly finished his meal, paid the bill, and walked out of the restaurant with an extremely lewd expression.
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