Chapter 368 Miss Wu

Both Cheng Jin and Niu Guodong came, not to wish Lin Mengde a birthday, but to see Han Qian. However, Han Qian was very depressed at this moment, and kept echoing Cheng Jin's words without saying anything. , not much different.

Some people at the party have already left. Now Liu Guangming, Wei Tiancheng, Tu Xiao, Gao Jixiong, and Luo Shande are standing next to Han Qian. Han Qian is sitting and they are standing. Although Han Qian is injured, the feeling is still the same. weird.

"Han Qian, are you sure the Grappling Cannon can get useful information?"

Cheng Jin asked this question again. Just when Han Qian was about to answer, he saw the girl walking into the hall with her head held high. Seeing this, Han Qian quickly stood up, pulled out the infusion needle on the back of his hand and stumbled towards the front door.

Han Qian ran all the way to the girl and said anxiously.

"Cry when you feel wronged. If you don't cry enough, slap me twice. If you feel guilty, let's bury this matter in our hearts and never talk about it for the rest of our lives. Even if you don't do anything today, I will still fulfill my promise. I know This is very embarrassing for you.”

There was no expectation or joy in his voice, and there were only two words in his eyes.

Feeling distressed.

Wu Sijuan's heart was touched. She had been trying to convince herself that she had been outside for so long. If Han Qian's words were about the success or failure of the matter, she would accept it, but she would not give the memory card to Han Qian and would ask it again. Require.

She thought about many kinds of scenes, but she didn't expect it to be like this. Han Qian's eyes were full of worry, and he had no interest in the success or failure of the matter. He pulled out the infusion needle and stumbled over. The first thing he said was, you can cry when you feel wronged. come out.

Wu Sikuan didn't cry. She raised her head and smiled brightly. She stretched out her hand and there was a small savings card in her hand.

"The mission was successfully completed!"

Han Qian didn't even look at the memory card. He leaned forward and asked doubtfully.

"Is everything okay? Tell me if you have something to say."

"It's okay!"

"Is everything okay?"

"It's okay!"

"Is everything really okay?"

"Han Qian, you Tang Monk?"

When Wu Sikuan shouted angrily, Han Qian was relieved, turned around and whispered softly.

"It's okay, it's okay. Why are you shouting? I'm going to get the injection. I'll make an appointment with him tomorrow morning... We'll talk about it tomorrow morning. I may have to go to the hospital. You go to the city hospital to find me tomorrow morning? Forget it, I'll let you go later. I'll escort you back, and I'll escort you over tomorrow morning."

Wu Sikuan looked at Han Qian's back and said doubtfully.

"Card! Don't you see it?"

Han Qian turned his back to Wu Sikuan and shook his head.

"I don't want to see it, I can't see it, and I don't want to see it."

"I performed very well."

"I'll find a Rolls-Royce and break it into a gold statuette for you."

"Aren't you afraid that I will lie to you? I am a woman who appreciates money."

"You lied. When I chose to trust you, I never thought you would lie to me."

From sending Li Dahai upstairs to entering the hall, Wu Sijuan never cried, but now she couldn't control her emotions, her vision was blurred, and her tears kept falling. When she raised her head again, Tu Xiao appeared in front of her around.

"Girl! Not bad! I'll give it to you!"

Tu Xiao was sitting in the passenger seat, while Wu Siquan was driving. There was a black modern escort in the front and rear of the BMW 320. Tu Xiao was addicted to smoking. When he took out the cigarette, he thought about it and put it back. Wu Siquan saw this and said softly.

"Boss Tu is worried that I will be disgusted with the smell of cigarettes? It's not like you in Jianghu Legend. I don't mind smokers. I just quit an hour ago."

Tu Xiao still put away his cigarette, put his hands behind his head and leaned against the passenger's side with a smile.

"It's not fear, it's the respect we should have. Han Qian never left after he suffered a gunshot wound, even when he was having surgery in a hotel. We all asked, and he said he couldn't run away because of the gunshot wound, but We all know that he is waiting for you. We do things for a plan. Maybe I will smoke unscrupulously in the car before dark, but it can’t be done now. You have reached a position on an equal footing with us. This has nothing to do with power and reputation. It’s irrelevant.”

"Thanks."

Wu Sikuan said thank you softly, sincerely thanking her. What she was thankful for was that Han Qian endured the severe pain in order to improve her position. If Han Qian left, then everyone would think Wu Sikuan was just a tool, but he did not leave, which means that Wu Sikuan is an ally and a friend.

Tu Xiao opened the car window, looked at the night scene outside the window, and whispered.

"Shall I give Luo Shande a beating?"

Wu Siguan chuckled.

"No, he doesn't have the guts to be strong on me. As for his sweet words, they are of little use to people like me. Money~~ He is not necessarily richer than me. I can spend my money as he pleases, but he can't. It's just a matter of keeping money." It's just a pile of waste paper, Han Qian is going to let him go further?"

"Hmm... That's what I mean. I can't guess Han Qian's next plan. I'll throw two people next to you these days to live next door to you to protect your safety. Remember to pay them the room fee. I don't mind if you go out. If so, use it as a bodyguard. You are not short of money now. Remember to pay your salary. I am very poor now."

"Ha ha ha ha."

Wu Siguan laughed in an unladylike way, turned to look at Tu Xiao and smiled.

"Don't worry, Boss Tu. Do you want me to lend you some? We can leave as long as the profit is three points."

Tu Xiao turned to look at Wu Sikuan and said angrily.

"Little girl, you are darker than me!"

After finishing his words, Tu Xiao sighed.

"Girl, I'm walking a darker path than most people. Some things don't need to be taken too seriously. What's in your hands is true."

Wu Sikuan narrowed his eyes and said.

"Hmm... Han Qian asked you to comfort me? Are you still worried that I won't be able to think about it?"

"Girl, don't be so smart. It makes me look a bit stupid, old man."

"Boss Tu didn't raise a little girl?"

"without."

"Is it beautiful?"

"Just make do, stop talking, I suddenly feel that you are not a cute girl."

"Hahahahahaha."

Wu Sikuan smiled happily. She didn't care who the man was. What she cared about was that in the future she could drive a luxury car and live in a mansion. She would no longer eat instant noodles for a week because of a piece of clothing worth hundreds of yuan, nor would she care about the fact that she saw Other women wear beautiful clothes and expensive jewelry to envy.

What others have, she also has.

And she has one more thing that other girls don't have, that is, she has climbed to a height that she never dared to imagine in her entire life, completely relying on herself.

Making fun of the local emperor from District 8?

In recent years, perhaps only Wu Sikuan has done it, and Tu Xiao is not angry yet.

Of course, there was Han Qian's support in this, but if Wu Sikuan didn't have any ability, how could Han Qian support her?

Everything others give is fake, only what you hold is real

Wu Siguan agreed with Tu Xiao's words.

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In a karaoke bar in District 8, Gou Dapao was drinking with a girl in his arms. He didn't wrap her toes because he was afraid. When he was about to execute the girl on the spot, the door of the karaoke bar was kicked open. A man in a red suit Walking in with a watermelon knife on his shoulder, the man tilted his head and licked the corners of his mouth with a grin.

"What? You want to harm my brother Qinghu? Gou Dapao, that knife on your face is a good one, my masterpiece?"

"Shut up the big dog, I will fuck your mother."

The wine bottle flew over, and Guan Junbiao raised his knife to chop it like a cannon.

"Meet my brother? How many heads do you have, Goudapao?"