Chapter 205 Smart Monster
Leaning on the bedside with the computer on his lap, Han Qian thought of everything he could think of, but he couldn't find what Feng Lun sent. Where did the grandson want to send it to him? Han Qian thought of everything he could think of. I thought about it all, but unfortunately I still couldn't find it.
Han Qian closed his eyes and thought of himself as Feng Lun to think about the safest way. Email, Qianqian, text messages, etc. were not safe. Li Jinhai could monitor Han Qian's phone calls, so he would have a way to intercept Han Qian's email and Short message.
It is impossible for him to go through the Internet channels.
But if someone is abroad, how can they bring information to Han Qian?
When Han Qian was puzzled, Yan Qingqing tiptoed open the door, smiled sweetly at Han Qian, then locked the door and walked towards Han Qian with squinted eyes. Han Qian, who was thinking about something, didn't notice this woman. He came closer, and when he raised his head, a fox face was only five centimeters away from his lips. Han Qian looked at Yan Qingqing blankly and said softly.
"Are there any flowers on my face?"
Yan Qingqing gave Han Qian a wink and said charmingly.
"Do you think it looks like a flower?"
"Yeah! It's so beautiful."
"Then kiss me."
Faced with such a rude request, Han Qian fell silent, lowered his head and continued to look at the computer on his lap. Han Qian even knew what Yan Qingqing meant to him. Han Qian thought it was Yan Qingqing's temporary interest. It's just a sense of freshness, it's about competing with Wen Nuan. After a long time, she will get tired of it and she will naturally stop pestering Han Qian.
So what Han Qian wanted to do was stop here and not get any closer.
If he was asked to say those hurtful words, and Han Qian said it, he would rather get hurt and be misunderstood. If Han Qian was crueler, Nuan Nuan would not live in this house.
What is the reason for so many peach blossoms?
Aren't you still soft-hearted?
Seeing that Han Qian was not fooled, Yan Qingqing sighed in frustration.
"My dear, I have been practicing for many years. How come it doesn't work at all in front of a little scholar like you?"
Han Qian raised his head and looked at Yan Qingqing, smiling.
"Tell me, Qingqing, if you were Feng Lun, how would you tell me Luo Shande's crime?"
"Call!"
Without even thinking about it, Han Qian knew that he couldn't ask her, so he leaned against the bed and sighed.
"Go on, get out. I'll fight with you as soon as it gets warm. Don't you get tired of fighting?"
Yan Qingqing leaned forward, narrowed her eyes and smiled.
"She called Wei Tiancheng and asked him to properly discipline his daughter, Han Qian! Did you get injured in that area after you were injured? Let me see if you are injured."
After saying this, the girl dived into the cup. Han Qian was so frightened that he pressed the cup and hid behind it. When Yan Qingqing had already grabbed Han Qian's waistband, the door was pushed open. Nuannuan held a pan in his left hand. With black stains from the bottom of the pot on her face, she reached out and grabbed Yan Qingqing's back and dragged her directly out of the door.
Yan Qingqing's head was still screaming inside the quilt.
"Wen Juying, please let me go, my breasts, breasts! Don't grab my breast straps."
Gradually, Yan Qingqing stopped struggling. She held her arms in her arms and looked at Wen Nuan coldly, frowning.
"I locked the door, how did you get in?"
Wen Nuan deliberately stood on tiptoe, looked at Yan Qingqing with disdain from top to bottom, and said arrogantly.
"I am the mistress of this house, I must have the key."
"So you planted the strawberries on Han Qian's neck last time? He also lives in this room, and he also locked the door."
Wen Nuan's face changed instantly. He hesitated without saying a word, ignored Yan Qingqing and turned around to leave. Yan Qingqing caught her this time, and he would not let her go so easily. Then There were quarrels in the living room.
After about ten minutes, Ji Jing came to the door and asked Han Qian if he needed to close the door. Han Qian shook his head and laughed softly.
"Aunt Ji, if you said Feng Lun wanted to send me a letter, what method would he use?"
Ji Jing gently shook her head at Han Qian.
"I'm stupid, you'd better ask Qingqing about this matter."
"Her? Forget it."
Amid the quarrel between the women, dinner was ready. No wonder it took more than an hour to prepare. With so many dishes, Han Qian once thought it was the Chinese New Year. Then Han Qian discovered that he had encountered some trouble. He was injured on his right arm and was holding it in his left hand. It was very difficult to eat with a spoon, especially the stewed chicken in that pot.
After several failed attempts, after Han Qian gave up, Ji Jing picked up a chicken leg and put it in Han Qian's bowl. Ji Jing never concealed her kindness to Han Qian, and she didn't care about what others said. Qian smiled and said that Aunt Ji felt sorry for him, which aroused the hatred of Wen Nuan and Yan Qingqing. When Tong Yao was about to speak, Han Qian said quickly.
"Strange... nursery rhyme, I have a question to ask you and see if you have any comments."
"Strange?"
Tong Yao frowned, and Han Qian quickly said again.
"If someone wants to tell me something, but he can't call, send text messages, or send emails, and he's not around yet, how should he tell me?"
Tong Yao put a piece of brittle bone into her mouth, frowned and looked at Han Qian and asked.
"You mean Feng Lun? If the Internet doesn't work, just write a letter."
Originally, he just wanted to stop Tong Yao from quarreling with Ji Jing, but when the monster gave such an answer, Han Qian was confused and frowned.
"Write a letter? To me? Will the police keep an eye on me?"
Tongyao looked at Han Qian like a fool, frowned and said with disdain.
"I finally know why you came back alive. Feng Lun really didn't want to kill you, so why did he give you the letter? You admitted in the hotel with great fanfare that Wen Nuan and Yan Qingqing are your women, and they are from two big companies. Boss, the letter can be sent to the company, and then they will forward it to you, are you stupid?"
Han Qian asked again.
"But Feng Lun is abroad."
"Is he a scorpion? A loner? Qin Hui still has two or three friends."
"Friend? Now the reward for arresting Feng Lun has exceeded one million."
"Do you think Feng Lun won't give them money to shut their mouths? Han Qian, did you enter the university through the back door? You used to cook, but now you are injured. These three and a half idiots can't do it. Who cooked this meal? ?Not enlightened?"
Han Qian had no intention of refuting the scolding. It was really possible for Tong Yao to say so. Yan Qingqing asked shamelessly in a low voice if the other half was her. However, Tong Yao ignored him and instead gave Ji Jing some food and whispered. Thank you for your hard work.
This monster made everyone at the table lose their temper. After the meal, Han Qian stood on the balcony smoking.
The two guys who were in charge of finishing the brushing were Yu Shici and Yan Qingqing, who were lazy before the meal, but there was still a girl left at the dinner table, who was fucking the crab hard. Ji Jing was sitting on the sofa holding her stomach and watching TV.
They completely regard this place as their home.
Tong Yao walked out of the bathroom, looked at Han Qian's back and spoke softly.
"Don't be in a hurry to go to sleep at night. There are some tendons and pig's trotters stewed in the pot. The blood in your body has flowed into the sea to feed the fish. The doctor told you to replenish it, um...pig's trotters beauty treatment."
Nuan Nuan put down the crab in her hand, Ji Jing stood up and said to go downstairs for a run and exercise.
Nursery Rhyme's cooking skills completely captivated them.
It doesn't matter whether Han Qian eats or not, they want to eat.
Han Qian stood in front of the balcony and looked down at the phone in his hand.
The same number rang twice.
Han Qian closed his eyes and sighed.
"It's cloudy."
There are only two today