Chapter 151 Han Qian Is Sick

After taking medicine and drinking some hot water, Han Qian felt his head hurt more and more, and his mental state was extremely depressed. He got up from the sofa several times without success. In desperation, Han Qian called Qian Ling. , said weakly.

"Auntie, I feel a little unwell. It seems like I have a bad cold. I'll see if I feel better in the afternoon. I'll be there then."

On the other end of the phone, Qian Ling asked Qian Ling softly whether Yan was serious and whether she wanted Wanwan to come over and take him to the hospital. Yan Qingqing took the phone away before she finished speaking. She explained to Qian Ling in detail and told Qian Ling yesterday Han Qian felt a little uncomfortable, and then slept on the sofa all night again. Now he could hardly keep his eyes open, and told Qian Ling to go there together on Monday.

The call was hung up, Han Qian covered his head and reached for the phone, saying helplessly.

"I'll call Sister Yang first and ask for leave. Even if I die tomorrow, I have to go to Director Qian's place. My relatives and Tu Xiao have all gone there. It's not a big deal if I don't go to Director Qian's place. That will happen soon. It's the August Festival, don't let Director Qian have a bad impression of us."

Yan Qingqing frowned, put her phone on the coffee table, and said with a frown.

"I still need to ask for leave from Yang Lan here. Let's rest. When we get better, we will go to Director Qian."

After he finished speaking, he sat next to Han Qian and touched the warmth on Han Qian's forehead, frowned and looked at Yan Qingqing, saying coldly.

"What does Han Qian's visit to Qian Ling have to do with you? Why are you joining in the fun? Do you want to use our brother Qian to consolidate your position again! He is valued by Director Qian, do you want to take the opportunity to please him?"

Wen Nuan was like a mother hen protecting her chicks, and her attitude was almost about to fight Yan Qingqing.

From the quarrel between the two in the morning, it could be heard that Wen Nuan did not hit Yan Qingqing last night.

When Nuan Nuan called out Brother Qian, the three women looked at Nuan Nuan at the same time, and Tong Yao looked disgusted and disgusted.

Brother Qian?

Han Qian?

Tong Yao couldn't help but retched, and Ji Jing, who was sitting opposite, suddenly stood up and bowed at 90 degrees to Tong Yao and said apologetically.

"I didn't know that Teacher Tong was pregnant. I apologize to Teacher Tong for my rudeness this morning."

Tong Yao raised her head and looked at Ji Jing with a confused expression. Then she remembered the retching she had just done. She was not worried and angry, but narrowed her eyes and smiled.

"Yes, it is better for women to have children earlier. It is dangerous to have children after the age of thirty. Minister Ji is not young anymore, is he? It's time to hurry up."

age!

Now it has become Ji Jing's biggest taboo. She raised her head and looked at the nursery rhyme coldly and said coldly.

"Teacher Tong is very young?"

"Twenty-four! Yeah yeah yeah."

This monster successfully defeated Ji Jing's defense. He gritted his teeth and glared at Tong Yao, then looked at Han Qian and said softly.

"Nephew, are you hungry? Let me make you some porridge."

Han Qian nodded, turned to his side and rested his head on Warm's lap. He closed his eyes and didn't want to speak. The moment Han Qian lay down, Warm was still a little shy, but then he thought of Yan Qingqing beside him, and he suddenly became extremely gentle and lowered his head. He looked at Han Qian.

But Yan Qingqing just curled her lips and said disdainfully.

"Just make a pillow here. You don't know how to cook. Jingjing! I'll help."

The words touched Nuan Nuan's weak point. Han Qian, who was in a daze, didn't listen to their bickering and said weakly with his eyes closed.

"Qingqing, please stop making trouble in the kitchen. Teacher Tong, please help me."

"Why should I help... Han Qian! I will pay you back what I owe you."

Tong Yao stood up angrily and walked towards the kitchen. Yan Qingqing looked at Tong Yao's graceful back and wondered.

"Han Qian, what does she owe you?"

"Hey, yo, it turns out that Mr. Yan doesn't know how to cook. I just thought that Mr. Yan can cook well. Tsk, tsk, tsk, laugh at fifty steps."

"Well... you are right, but my child will definitely not be hungry."

"What does this have to do with children... Yan Hu, you have big breasts, are you proud?"

"Don't be proud. My child can have enough to eat. Unlike you, a magnifying glass is required when the child is born, otherwise you can't find the canteen."

Wen Nuan grabbed the paper on the table and hit Yan Qingqing. However, her motor nerves were too low, so Yan Qingqing didn't move and didn't hit her. Yan Qingqing didn't bother to talk to Wen Wen, and walked around the coffee table and squatted in front of Han Qian. , stretched out his hand and pressed it on Han Qian's forehead, then frowned and said in a deep voice.

"Let's take a look. If it's still not healed after dark, go to the hospital. Ji Jing, nursery rhyme, you two, don't be in a hurry to go back. Wen Nuan and I won't be able to touch him by then."

Wen Nuan's hand fell on Han Qian's neck. It was very hot, and Wen Nuan became a little anxious and whispered.

"Han Qian has a very good body and rarely catches a cold or fever, but once he gets sick, it won't be mild. Hey~ Qingqing, my sister tells you, be nice to your brother-in-law."

"Hmm...huh? Can you please show some respect to Nuan Nuan? Han Qian and you have divorced, and your relationship is now just a creditor."

"Yeah, but I am going to Han Qian's hometown during the Chinese New Year. I will still call Han Qian's mother mom, and my mother will still make me stewed chicken. Are you envious? Are you jealous? I will take photos and send them to you then."

Yan Qingqing's hand caressing Han Qian's face turned into pinching. Unfortunately, Han Qian fell asleep again and he couldn't feel it.

Yan Qingqing felt very uncomfortable when she heard that Nuan Nuan could go home for the New Year. Maybe she was just competitive with Nuan Nuan at first, but now she found that she was really interested in this sick man.

When a woman is interested in a man, it can be said that she feels happy.

Yan Qingqing likes Han Qian.

The two women in the kitchen were busy preparing breakfast, almost all of which was cooked by Tongyao alone. Aunt Ji knew how to cook, but it was far inferior to a woman like Tongyao who was not far from a professional chef.

Sticky millet porridge, these millets were brought over by Qian'er's mother and the old man last time. Tongyao fried a few side dishes and steamed two small bowls of chicken cakes, one for Han Qian and one for himself.

I didn't even think about preparing it for other women.

At the table, Han Qian took two bites and then returned to the second floor. Without saying anything, he climbed up the stairs step by step. He refused everyone's help. When he returned to the room, Han Qian felt that the sky was about to collapse. He lay down on the tatami, closed his eyes and fell asleep.

Han Qian only felt that he was lying in the fire. When he opened his eyes, he was covered in sweat, as if he had just taken a bath. Han Qian struggled to sit up, feeling much more awake, and turned his head to look outside. Sky.

It's cloudy and it seems like it's going to rain again.

Han Qian's mood improved instantly. He opened the window to let in the wind, and his brain started up slowly like a computer, thinking about what happened yesterday.

Tu Xiao should have known that he was with Wen Nuan yesterday. He had a purpose in calling Yan Qingqing there. Tu Xiao wanted to show his favor to Yan Qingqing? Tu Xiao and Wen Nuan were inseparable from each other, and Tu Xiao's thoughts were more on Yan Qingqing.

This guy must have listened to Guan Dagou's gossip.

Tu Xiao gave up enjoying himself and focused on Glory. He said it was a family dinner. He called Yan Qingqing to show that he was on Yan Qingqing's side. As for the trouble, it was Han Qian's trouble.

Cursing the old guy Tu Xiao for being too insidious, Han Qian closed the window and went downstairs, and just then the raindrops began to fall.

The four women in the living room were busy with their own affairs. Tong Yao was preparing lessons on the warm computer, Yan Qingqing seemed to be busy working with her mobile phone, and Ji Jing found a mat somewhere and was doing yoga.

Miss Nuan Nuan is lying dead.

Lying straight up on the sofa and looking at the roof.

Han Qian forced a smile at several women.

"What do you want to eat? I'll cook it for you."

Nuan Nuan raised his head, glanced at Han Qian, and said softly.

"Braised pork."

Yan Qingqing said without even looking at Han Qian.

"Do what you're good at."

Nursery rhymes are even less polite.

"You can eat whatever is expensive."

Finally, there was Ji Jing, who smiled at Han Qian.

"I'll go home and eat."

Looking at the four women, Han Qian smiled.

"It's raining outside, and it looks like it won't be over for a while. Let's just stay here for one night. I'll go to the supermarket downstairs to buy groceries. Which of you will go with me?"

The four women sat up straight at the same time, looking at each other with wary eyes. Wen Nuan and Yan Qingqing gave up at the same time. Ji Jing thought about it and said naively that she was tired from doing yoga and didn't want to move. Tong Yao found an opportunity to ridicule.

“As you get older, you should exercise less.”

"Teacher Tong is young, Han Qian! You can take Teacher Tong with you."

Han Qian looked troubled.

This monster...

I have a headache.

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