She chatted for a few more times before leaving. Fang Han sat on the sofa and waited for a while. He shook his head helplessly, walked over and pulled the door open, and pulled Li Tang into his arms.

Li Tang struggled, hit his chest twice, his red lips were immediately blocked, and he slowly stopped struggling, poured softly into his arms, catering to his passionate kiss.

After a while, she looked up and snorted, "Why are you doing this hard!"

She touched her red lips, and it was swollen and irritating.

Fang Han snorted: "You guys did a good job!"

Li Tang smiled with a pursed lips, very proud.

Fang Han said: "How are you?"

"Isn't this good?" Li Tang smiled and said, "No one has harassed me anymore, right?"

"No one harasses me anymore!" Fang Han snorted.

Li Tang glanced at him sideways: "You still want someone to harass him? It seems that he has the thoughts!"

Fang Han said: "I understand it. Feelings are too unreliable. Don't be too serious, otherwise you will only suffer!"

Li Tang snuggled into his arms gently and said with a smile: "It's not okay if I was wrong!"

Fang Han said: "Zhao Yushi can really mess with you!"

"It's her idea!" Li Tang smiled with a pursed lips: "I think it's good, so I adopted it."

Fang Han shook his head: "Where is Uncle Zhao?"

"I have explained it to Uncle Zhao, and he also finds it interesting." Li Tang smiled.

Fang Han raised his eyebrows, saying that he is a person with a terminal illness. His mentality is open-minded. He can let his daughter make such a fool of himself, and isn't he afraid that he won't get married in the future?

Li Tang asked with a smile: "How are you and Sister Shen going?"

Fang Han nodded: "It's pretty good."

Li Tang glanced at him: "I'm still lying to me! Is there no progress?"

"You know a lot!" Fang Han smiled: "It seems that he has put his ears and ears in, Shen Na?"

Li Tang widened his eyes in surprise: "How do you know?"

Fang Han shook his head: "If you don't see each other for three days, you should look at him with admiration. Can you fight for Shen Na!"

Li Tang said proudly: "I thought you were the only ones who had eyes and ears!"

Fang Han said angrily: "Sha is still competent, right?"

"I'm a little silly, but very capable." Li Tang nodded and said, "He's a talent!"

Fang Han said: "I want to give her time to practice."

"I understand." Li Tang said indifferently: "Do you want to ride a horse?"

"I'm here to ride a horse." Fang Han nodded: "But I'm going to ride a beautiful horse first!"

He bent down and picked up Li Tang and threw it on the bed, pressing it down. Li Tang screamed in shock, then let out a low moan and gasp, and the moans like weeping and complaining gradually sounded.

Fang Han tossed her a lot until she begged repeatedly and begged softly. He finally breathed a sigh of relief. This time, two women joined forces to plot against each other.

Li Tang is not the one who used to be obedient. He has his own idea and seems to like to make him angry.

———

Li Tang had no strength to move and slept in the hut. Fang Han locked the door and left, and let out a long roar. A long hiss came from the distance. The black star arrived.

Fang Han praised. The horse's feeling is better than that of humans. He can feel his approach. This sensitive feeling has degenerated. He can master it again through cultivation, but unfortunately, he requires profound hard work. Most people cannot endure this pain.

He rode his horse on his body and galloped on the grassland, while pursuing his internal force to cut off the hair and marrow for the black star, and its muscles became stronger and stronger.

After a while of indulgence, he was full of heroism. It seemed that his children's relationship was irrelevant. He had important things to do. The practice of paladin art is the foundation.

While galloping, he kept thinking in his mind that since holy power is a merit, his medical skills are a powerful tool, but this is far from enough.

How many people can be saved by your own ability to save people? The best way is to invent a drug that can benefit the public.

Unfortunately, the threshold for pharmaceuticals is too high. Don’t say that even if the pharmaceutical factories across the country are combined, they cannot invent any new drugs with their scientific research strength.

No matter how powerful he is, he is still a person. No matter how high his martial arts are, it is useless. He will not arrogantly think that he is worth tens of thousands of scientists.

The other world in the dream did not help him. The holy power of that world made medicine lag behind and was far inferior to the real world.

In the dream, medicine in the world is backward, but in one aspect it is quite developed, it is medicinal wine. It is popular for nobles to drink medicinal wine to strengthen the body and prolong life.

The nobles had land, so they planted some specialties themselves, and then made them into unique medicinal wines, sold them or drank them by themselves, killing two birds with one stone.

The two worlds are different, and the plants and animals are different. In his dream world, he has been looking for plants similar or the same as the real world to see if they can be made into medicinal wine.

The progress is slow at the moment. The world is too big and almost boundless. It takes a long time to find it and see how luck is.

In the evening, after riding his horse, he walked back with a refreshed look. He was intercepted by Zhao Yushi halfway. She looked sleepy and waved her hand lazily: "Fang Han, my dad is here, please come over and have a chat."

Fang Han said: "What's the matter with Uncle Zhao?"

"I want to ask you for a painting." Zhao Yushi said: "I said you haven't made a painting for a long time, right?"

Fang Han shook his head: "How can I have the heart to draw now?"

"Hey, that's true. Is it because Li Tang has been tormented?" Zhao Yushi smiled: "Women are like this, especially beauties like Li Tang."

Fang Han said: "Why did Uncle Zhao paint?"

"It seems like I want to give it to someone." Zhao Yushi said: "I don't know either."

Fang Han nodded and followed her into the small villa. He happened to meet Qi Hairong with a calm face and walked out angrily.

"Auntie?" Zhao Yushi called out.

Qi Hairong waved her hand and left straight.

Zhao Yushi looked at Qi Hairong's disappearing back in confusion, shook her head in confusion: "Who made my aunt angry?"

Fang Han frowned, it seemed that he had a quarrel with Zhao Tianfang!

Zhao Yushi then walked in and came to the living room on the second floor. Zhao Tianfang was standing at the window and looking out, with his back facing them. He was tall and he was indeed a handsome man.

"Dad!" Zhao Yushi said angrily: "Have you made my aunt angry?"

"Yes." Zhao Tianfang shook his head: "After arguing a few times, Fang Han laughed."

Fang Han smiled and went straight in: "Ting Yushi said that Uncle Zhao wanted a painting?"

"Not bad." Zhao Tianfang waved his hand to take his seat.

Fang Han sat down opposite him, and Zhao Yushi sat between the two of them to make tea, with hands and feet quick. In a blink of an eye, two small cups of tea were brewed and delivered to them.

"What are the requirements for Uncle Zhao?" Fang Han picked up the small cup and sniffed it lightly, raised his head and drank it all.

Zhao Yushi said angrily: "I'm not afraid of burning you to death!"

Fang Han smiled, not looking at her, but only stared at Zhao Tianfang.

Zhao Tianfang scratched his head, looked up at the sky, and thought for a while: "The momentum is enough. I want to give it to a big man."

Fang Han pondered: "Big man...momentum..."

Zhao Tianfang slapped his face: "It's okay to tell you, I want to give it to Secretary Jiang!"

"Secretary Jiang of the Provincial Party Committee?" Fang Han's thoughts were like lightning, and his surname was Jiang. He instantly thought of the current No. 1 Provincial Party Committee.

"Yes." Zhao Tianfang said: "Secretary Jiang's birthday is the most suitable way to send a painting by a contemporary painter."

Fang Han nodded slowly.

When you arrive at the provincial party secretary, the gifts focus on your heart and uniqueness. Giving gifts is a search for death. The painting value of contemporary painters is limited and tasteful, which is most suitable.

"How about it, help me?" Zhao Tianfang stared at him and smiled, picked up the teacup and took a sip, and said with a smile: "My good daughter's tea art has improved again!"

Zhao Yushi raised her head proudly: "Of course!"

She turned her head and glared at Fang Han: "Fang Han, why are you hesitating? Just agree!"

Fang Han glanced at her and smiled.

Zhao Yushi hummed, "It's rare that my father begs you for a while, you're still holding a squid!"

"Texts!" Zhao Tianfang glared at her.

Zhao Yushi curled her lips: "Don't be polite to him,...Okay, how much does it cost?"

Fang Han smiled: "That villa!"

"Stingy, I promise you!" Zhao Yushi said angrily.

Fang Han smiled and nodded: "Then there is no problem!"

Zhao Tianfang's eyes circulated on the faces of the two, and he said in a deep voice: "Yu Shi, don't allow the other party to be rude!"

"Dad——!" Zhao Yushi said angrily.

Zhao Tianfang snorted: "Fang Han is my savior and your benefactor. Do you have this attitude towards your benefactor? Apologize to Fang Han!"

"Dad——!" Zhao Yushi said angrily: "I don't apologize!"
To be continued...