Chapter 427: Big Nephew, Give Me a Hug

As soon as 12 o'clock arrived, Han Qian's phone vibrated non-stop, and text messages flooded in. Compared to Han Qian, the girls seemed a little cold, with only a few messages. Nuan Nuan broke through the siege and leaned against Han Qian to read. text messages on his cell phone.

Because Han Qian never saved a phone number, only he knew who sent these text messages, and he couldn't guess some of them.

Wu Qingsi sent a picture via MMS. She had not returned home for the New Year. She was wearing a Qing Dynasty costume and holding a piece of calligraphy in her hand with several large characters written on it.

"Master, I wish you a happy new year."

The naughty words matched the look of the female star, and Han Qian laughed out loud and replied with two words.

【Fun. 】

The words are concise and concise, and the warmth is whispered.

"You just returned to her house so coldly? You can tell that she was ready to give you New Year greetings during the day."

Han Qian turned his head and glanced at Wen Nuan, then thought about it and replied.

[The calligraphy is good. 】

After the text message was sent, Wen Nuan raised his head and slapped Yan Qingqing on the forehead, sighing.

"Don't watch it, don't watch it. If I were Wu Qingsi, I would have the intention to kill you now."

Yan Qingqing was stunned by the sudden slap. After a moment, she glared at Wen Nuan and gritted her teeth.

"You are helpless, why are you slapping me on the head?"

"Nonsense, does it hurt to slap me?"

Yan Qingqing bared her teeth like a Shiba Inu and looked at Wen Nuan. Seeing that the two were about to fight, Ji Jing stood up and said softly.

"You guys are very angry when you sleep on the earthen bed. I'll cut some fruit to calm you down."

Aunt Ji ran away first. After Wen Nuan and Yan Qingqing prepared for the decisive battle, Han Qian's left and right were occupied by Cai Qinghu and Yu Shici. Han Qian ignored the two girls and continued to read the text messages. The next one was sent by Su Liang.

[Happy New Year, brother? Beware of backyard fires. 】

Han Qian replied expressionlessly.

[The sky is filled with raging flames. 】

Yang Lan, Qian Wan, Tu Kun, Li Jiawei, Li Er and others all sent text messages, all planning to wish Han Qian a Happy New Year. What pleased Han Qian was that none of these people sent them in groups, except for the first text message. Think.

At 12:05, a text message from Guan Dagou was sent.

[Brother Han, Happy New Year. 】

[Brother Guan has fun together. 】

As soon as the text message was sent, Guan Dagou's phone called. After getting through, he shouted.

"Brother Han, has the Empress of the East and West Palace met Lafayette?"

East and West Palace~

Han Qian raised his head and glanced at Wen Nuan and Yan Qingqing, and couldn't help but sigh. At this time, Cai Qinghu sneered at the mobile phone.

"Guan Dagou, am I the East Palace or the West Palace?"

"You are Ximen Qing, Brother Han, take your leave!"

This guy hung up the phone. The simple conversation lasted for less than a minute. The phone received a lot of text messages. Gao Fuli, Wei Tiancheng, Liu Guangming and others sent the text messages. Several people asked Han Qian when he would go back. .

Han Qian didn't reply, and he didn't have time to reply. His phone never stopped vibrating, and Wu Sikuan's text message was also sent.

Just answer the phone and reply to text messages.

It was almost one o'clock when they finished their work, and the girls were too lazy to look at it. In warm words, Han Qian had a disease in his head and he should see an old Chinese doctor.

Han Qian secretly sent a text message to Tongyao, but the result was that the message failed to be sent. Han Qian was so angry that he dropped his phone.

There are several text messages from unknown numbers on the phone with the same content.

【Happy New Year. 】

Han Qian didn't think much about it. As soon as he put down his phone, another text message came from his phone.

[Little bastard, why don’t you send me a text message during the Chinese New Year? 】

This number is very unfamiliar. Han Qian firmly believes that this is the first time he has seen this number, and there are only a few people who call him little bastard. Han Qian sat up and came to Nuan Nuan and whispered.

"Do you think this number belongs to my uncle?"

Wen Nuan glanced at it and shook his head, broke open the peanuts from the stove, threw them into his mouth, and said vaguely.

"Uncle never takes the initiative to send messages to juniors, and neither will he."

Han Qian frowned and said in confusion.

"Who is that?"

Before she finished speaking, the phone was taken away. Yan Qingqing glanced at it and threw it to Cai Qinghu. After looking at it, Cai Qinghu took out her phone and said softly.

"It belongs to Niu Guodong. My husband, you have a high position. A senior city official took the initiative to send you a message. Please reply?"

"Just wait and see. It's already one o'clock. Aren't you going to bed? Let me tell you, people set off firecrackers at four o'clock in the countryside. You won't be able to continue sleeping by then. You'd better go to bed early, Nuan Nuan. , tomorrow you will have to wear a Fuwa cotton-padded jacket and sit on the kang."

"Oh, I forgot. I'm going to sleep first."

After saying that, Wen Nuan got into bed. Seeing that she didn't want to go back to sleep at all, Yan Qingqing broke off the peanuts and pouted.

"It's just a late night stay. You all go to bed. I'll stay up late with Han Qian. Anyway, I slept all day during the day and I'm not sleepy now. Han Qian opens his mouth and I'll feed you some peanuts."

Han Qian had a look of resistance. At this time, Ji Jing took out a piece of toffee like a magic trick. Han Qian bent down and took the toffee away. Ji Jing smiled and picked up Han Qian's mobile phone and said softly.

"The people who send you text messages during the New Year are all people who care about you. If you don't reply to the text messages, they will be unhappy. Let me answer them for you."

Han Qian nodded seriously and whispered.

"Didn't you receive a few text messages?"

"I turned off my phone. I don't need my phone now."

Han Qian frowned and blinked, not knowing how to pick it up. Aunt Ji's meaning was obvious. Han Qian was by her side, so she didn't need to contact anyone. Aunt Ji was as tender as water. Ji Jing lowered her head to help. Han Qian replied to the text message very seriously.

The girls had no intention of going to bed, so Han Qian didn't sleep either. The parents were chatting briefly, and Yan Qingqing suddenly spoke.

"Han Qian, what I told my mother this time is that I will come to my boyfriend's house to celebrate the New Year. What are you going to do to prepare for meeting my parents at any time?"

"See you, uncle, Yan Qingqing, don't be so shameless."

Everyone thought Wen Nuan had fallen asleep. At this moment, the girl sat up and glared at Yan Qingqing with messy hair. The latter ignored Wen Wen and hugged Han Qian's neck, took a photo, and then sent it to her mother.

Then he threw the phone to Wen Nuan. After seeing the words on it, Wen Wen became furious and rushed towards Yan Qingqing. The two girls started fighting again.

Yu Shici picked up her phone and looked at it and couldn't help laughing.

[Getting ready to hold my grandson. 】

Why!

Life is hard.

Han Qian didn't have the energy to argue with them.

Four o'clock in the morning.

The first sound of firecrackers broke the silence. Han Qian walked out of the concierge wearing a cotton-padded jacket, took out fireworks and firecrackers and placed them outside the courtyard gate. Han Qian lit the fireworks, turned around and ran to the door. The only girl who accompanied Han Qian out to set off the fireworks was Ji Jing.

The others were arguing about whether they were sleepy or not. By now, it was dark and the sky was dark. Ji Jing opened her arms, her eyes were watery, and she shouted softly.

"Big nephew, give me a hug."