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The light outside the window dimmed unconsciously.

Ye Mozhu's shout came from downstairs: "Xiaojian, come down and cook."

Zhang Xiaojian raised his head at this time, and realized that he had been immersed in social media unconsciously.

This is completely different from him who used Moments and Weibo as news software before, and Zhenxiang's law is fulfilled again...

"Come~~!" Zhang Xiaojian shouted, then put down his crossed legs, and rushed down to the second floor, his movements were agile and his footsteps were very cheerful.

On the Internet and on Weibo, netizens are still enthusiastically giving positive feedback.

Mr. Zhang, a man like a god, once again swiped Weibo, but he was cooking happily now.

The second aunt wanted to help, but seeing his proficiency, she finally chose to give up.

Especially after the four dishes and one soup were on the table, the second aunt took a bite and frowned. It was not bad, but too delicious...

Could it be that Xiaojian, the kid who got Mozhu's true biography?

At this moment, Zhang Xiaojian drank a sip of white water and smiled at the second aunt and said, "How about the craft?"

The second aunt nodded and replied: "It's okay, almost better than me."

Zhang Xiaojian, who is someone who knows that he is cooking far away from Er Yi Shi Tiao Street, also showed a deep approval expression: "It is almost, mainly because of lack of training. I will practice more in the future and try to catch up with you as soon as possible."

The second aunt knew that Zhang Xiaojian didn't want her to work too hard, but she still felt that her cooking was despised again...but soon the former defeated the latter.

She looked at Zhang Xiaojian and gave him a white look, but her heart was still warm.

The child has really grown up.

I know more and more filial piety.

Suddenly, the old lady wanted to be a girl. There was no shadow every day, so when could she start a family like her brother?

...

...

"Xueqing, Xueqing, you see Mr. Zhang spoke on the Internet, you must invest in your dreams!"

"My brother is sick, don't worry about him."

"Xueqing, Xueqing, I left a message, and I don't know if it will be flopped by Mr. Zhang."

"The flop?...Are you a concubine?"

"Xueqing, Xueqing... Mr. Zhang seems to be offline, and hasn't responded to anyone for more than half an hour."

"Ah, makeup teacher... please trim my eyebrows a little bit thinner..."

In the dressing room of a certain backstage in the imperial capital, Yixuan was chatting like a bird with Ning Xueqing about Zhang Xiaojian.

This is the norm. The makeup artists of Martian girls all know that Yi Xuan is Mr. Zhang’s fan girl, so they are not surprised, but today it seems that Yi Xuan is particularly active because of Zhang Dong’s presence on the Internet.

"Xueqing, Xueqing, the last time you saw your brother, did your brother ask about me?"

"Didn't I tell you all, I haven't asked... I have said it many times."

Yixuan narrowed her mouth: "I thought you lied to me."

Ning Xueqing raised three fingers to the lamp: "I swear, it's true. Besides, my brother and my sister-in-law are so sweet, don't worry about it."

Yixuan: "I didn't worry about it, I know they will get married on Qixi Festival."

Ning Xueqing tilted her head and said honestly: "This is not necessarily true. After all, my little sister-in-law is pregnant. I said that it should be postponed. Everything is child-oriented.

Yixuan's eyes lit up: "Really?"

Ning Xueqing tilted her head, rolled her eyes and pointed her throat: "Are you not worried?"

...

As soon as the second aunt arrived in Ningyuan, the Yejia Xiaoguan in Jiangcheng announced the suspension of business the next day.

It's just that Lao Ye and Ye Mu won't be able to arrive at night. Zhang Xiaojian and Ye Mozhu went to Jianxing Charity Fund and Shenke.

The Jianxing Charity Fund established a project for Alzheimer's disease, and Liu Mei led the formation of a team, including medical consultants and generals who have performed well in the past six months.

The project will be divided into three steps to proceed in an orderly manner. First, master the most advanced technology known to treat Alzheimer’s disease and invest a lot in scientific research at the same time. Second, provide the hospital with scientific research results and advanced technology for the patient group. Share the financial assistance that eligible patients can get. Third, organize charitable activities to help patients and families.

After the team is formed, the second aunt will be assisted by professionals in this matter.

Zhang Xiaojian feels that professionalism is not enough for charity. The warmth from the heart is the cornerstone of doing this well.

The purpose of going to Shenke is also very simple. The boring bridge he thought yesterday needs Shenke to build.

The granddaughter's Lao Gao was sitting in Shenke. After Zhang Xiaojian said his thoughts, Lao Gao thought about it for ten minutes. He thought there was something wrong with it, so he agreed.

Of course, in addition to these two things, Luo Tengfei also came to Ningyuan today. Under Zhang Xiaojian's instructions, with the help of professionals, he registered a fund company named Do You Have a Dream Fund... The sand sculpture is the ultimate.

This fund will also take on more sand sculpture tasks in the future. Zhang Xiaojian, the company’s spoken language, has already thought about it—make the world happy.

Well, it's so educated.

The sun was just right when she walked out of Shenke.

It is rare for Zhang Xiaojian to give up the SUV today and start a sports car, planning to take Ye Mozhu for a drive.

It's just... again considering safety reasons, the supercar didn't run out at all in Zhang Xiaojian's hands, so I didn't dare to tap the accelerator with a single tap. Neutral gear could slide out a street...

This special driving method attracted a lot of people's attention. Once we looked at who was in the car,... a strange thing happened. Wherever Zhang Xiaojian's car was driving, traffic jams would start.

Photographs, videos, and screaming female fans...

What's this, what are you still strolling around, how do you feel like coming out to have a fan meeting?

Zhang Xiaojian had no choice but to show his skills as a car god. He slightly increased the speed, opened his position and shook off his tail.

But just patronizing and escaping, he drove into a side street that he didn't know much about.

Slowing down again, Zhang Xiaojian was about to open the navigation to the guide to go home, and he saw the sign "Civil Affairs Bureau" on a building on the street.

So subconsciously stepped on the brake.

With Ye Mozhu's understanding of Zhang Xiaojian, she understood what he wanted to do in an instant, so she took the lead: "Your ID and my ID are in my bag."

"Does this have to be taken?"

Ye Mozhu pointed to the photo studio with a small sign next to the Civil Affairs Bureau.

Zhang Xiaojian: "Do you need an account book?"

"The procedure is simplified, I checked."

Zhang Xiaojian raised his eyebrows: "Did you plan to get the certificate from me?"

"It's as if you are kind to me."

As a result, Zhang Xiaojian and Ye Mozhu sitting in the sports car looked at each other and laughed, shamelessly reflected in the smile of the young couple...

Five minutes later, in the small photo studio, Zhang Xiaojian and Ye Mozhu didn't dislike each other and put on a white shirt that was worn by many people and laughed.

"Crack~!"

A red background photo freezes in the camera.

The photographer who raised his head part-time, the little owner of our shop raised his head and said: "Can you two keep the corners of your mouth closed? I'm so happy about Tuhuazi!"