Chapter 847 Same People, Different Roads

After the New Year's Eve dinner in the evening, Han Qian was driven back to his home after eleven o'clock. When he asked Wen Nuan if he wanted to go back, Wen Wen had already got into bed and was getting ready to sleep. Han Qian stood at the door and frowned at Wen Wen. No way.

"You're going back to mom tomorrow, and I'll come to pick you up?"

Nuan Nuan closed his eyes and whispered.

"My mother is in the east room. Why are you going to my house tomorrow? Didn't we eat dumplings together just now? Don't bother me. I have to collect firewood tomorrow morning."

Going out to collect firewood on the morning of the first day of the new year means collecting wealth. This is what the older generation said, but Wen Nuan believes this very much. In desperation, Han Qian sighed, then looked at several girls and found that they were all very strange, and there was no one there. I want to leave with Han Qian.

Standing outside the courtyard gate, looking at the luxury cars parked at the gate, Han Qian sighed and took out his mobile phone to call Xu Hongchang. Not long after, Xu Hongchang drove over. Han Qian motioned to Lao Xu to get to the passenger seat and he would drive. .

The car started and Han Qian said calmly while looking at the fireworks exploding in the sky.

"Which car is safer? Is Yeats's car scrapped? It's only been half a year since I bought it. How is the safety of the Land Rover Range Rover?"

Xu Hongchang tentatively replied.

"Is it too big? Secretary Ye's body is suitable for a Wrangler, or a Raptor."

The eldest mistress Yan Qingqing?

Han Qian smiled bitterly and shook his head.

"Forget it, let them use the same thing? Isn't that just looking for trouble? Just buy it as you see fit. It will take about two or three months for her to be able to drive."

"I understand. I'll start contacting you tomorrow. Master, you should buy a house. Grandpa and the old lady are old, so they can't do everything by themselves, right? There's another thing."

"explain."

"I contacted several of your childhood friends and arranged jobs and houses for them without permission."

"hehe."

Han Qian chuckled. At this time, Xu Hongchang handed him a cigarette. Han Qian lit the cigarette, took a deep breath, and said with a smile.

"Making the decision without permission? Stop taking all the responsibility on yourself. Yan Qingqing asked you to do it, right? You don't have to cover for them next time."

Xu Hongchang scratched his head and whispered.

"Nothing can be hidden from the young master."

At this time, Han Qian's cell phone rang suddenly. Han Qian didn't answer it. He handed the phone to Lao Xu and told Xu Hongchang to dial the number on it.

No one answered.

Han Qian was not surprised at all. Less than ten minutes later, the number came back. Han Qian and Xu Hongchang pressed the speakerphone and shouted loudly.

"Have a great New Year! Come, have a drink and celebrate the New Year together."

"In your brand new Mercedes? Remember to lock the trunk next time."

squeak.

Han Qian stepped on the brake. Xu Hongchang opened the handle and took out a dark pistol. He loaded it skillfully and handed it to Han Qian. Han Qian took the pistol, put it behind his waist and opened the car door. At this time, Feng Lun's voice sounded. Sent from mobile phone.

"Don't be nervous. I'm not here to look for you this time. Keep driving. Your two good friends are in the hands of Cui Li. He is a man who doesn't understand the charm! I'll give you twenty minutes. It's past twelve o'clock You need to prepare two coffins."

The call was hung up. Han Qian got out of the car and found that there was no car around. When he walked behind the car, he found that the trunk was indeed lit. Xu Hongchang also got out of the car and knelt down in front of Han Qian with a pop.

"Master, I definitely did not betray you."

Han Qian held a cigarette in his mouth and said calmly.

"Go look at the dashboard, check the brakes, don't drive this car anymore, get a car over now, and don't talk to me now."

Xu Hongchang crawled back to the car, started the car and found that the indicator light on the dashboard did not light up. Then he took out his cell phone and asked his son to get a completely safe car and send it over.

At this time, Han Qian was smoking heavily.

Where is Cui Li!

Two friends.

Don't understand the style.

Snapped! Han Qian slapped his forehead, and then called Tu Xiao.

"Boss Tu, I'm in District 8, send me a car in five minutes, hurry!"

After that, he hung up the phone and called Liu Guangming. Liu Guangming answered the phone drunkenly, Han Qian said urgently.

"Are you with Wu Sijuan today?"

"No ah··"

"Stop drinking the damn thing and call Si Kuan now."

"Okay, I'll fight now."

Listening to Han Qian's tone, Liu Guangming sobered up instantly. After Han Qian hung up the phone, he shouted to Xu Hongchang.

"After you get the new car, go to my door and guard it. Don't tell anyone who asks you where I went."

"Master, I will go with you."

"roll."

Within a few minutes, a young man ran over in his pajamas and handed the car keys to Han Qian. Han Qian found the car and drove straight to the most luxurious community in the city center. Han Qian couldn't understand that Wu Sijuan and Wanfang's community was the most secure in the city. Okay, how did these two guys get in?

These two lunatics suddenly returned to Binhai? Don't they know that Lao Gu just left yesterday? Now the whole country is arresting them both, are you crazy?

I'm afraid they're crazy.

Han Qian arrived at the gate of the community and was stopped by the guard when he got out of the car. Han Qian took out his driver's license and pistol and waved it in front of the guard's eyes.

"Report for inspection!"

Under the dim light, the guard did not see the ID in Han Qian's hand clearly, and just regarded him as someone from the Yamen Gate. He asked softly if what happened, and Han Qian replied calmly.

"Someone disappeared recently. I'm going to question the witness. He's from Building 26."

The guard did not dare to delay and quickly let the car go and promised to keep an eye on the car. Han Qian jogged all the way to Building 26. There was no lock and he could only climb the stairs. Fortunately, Wu Siquan's floor was not high. When Han Qian came to the door He took a deep breath, hid the pistol in his clothes, and knocked lightly on the door.

no respond.

Han Qian knocked on the door twice again, and then Wan Fang's voice came from inside.

"Which one?"

With a tremor in his voice, Han Qian took a deep breath and replied softly.

"Brother Qian'er."

The door slowly opened, and Han Qian saw Wan Fang, who was pale. Han Qian stepped forward and took Wan Fang's arm, saying anxiously.

"You first··"

"It's you, don't move first."

The pistol was pressed against Han Qian's temple. Han Qian let go of Wan Fang, took out the pistol and hit the strange guy in the face with the butt of the pistol. Han Qian didn't recognize the man holding the pistol. He was sure that he was not the people involved in the Mid-Autumn Festival Massacre. The man wiped He wiped the bloodshot spit and spat, and just as he opened his mouth to speak, the black gun barrel was inserted into his mouth, and Han Qian said ferociously.

"Who the hell do you think you are? I dare to shoot, but you fucking dare?"

The man raised his hands and put down the pistol, and Han Qian whispered to Wan Fang.

"You go to Su Liang's house first."

Wan Fang didn't move. Han Qian took a deep breath, took out his pistol and threw it on the ground, raised his hands, and then the man punched Han Qian's lower abdomen. Han Qian covered his stomach and raised his head and glanced at this man, you said calmly. .

"You're going to die."

At this time, Feng Lun was standing not far behind Han Qian, wearing an apron and holding a spoon in his hand. He winked at the man and then smiled.

"Qian'er, don't be so angry. It's Chinese New Year. Wouldn't it be nice to sit down, drink some wine, and chat? You'd better not call the police this time, because your two good friends will die."

Han Qian stood up slowly, stretched out his hand to hold Wan Fang in his arms, and said softly.

"Sister Wanwan, go back to your room and rest. I'll be fine here."

Only then did Han Qian see two clear slap marks on Wan Fang's face. Then Han Qian looked at Feng Lun and said calmly.

"Where's Wu Siguan?"

Feng Lun chuckled.

"Not very honest. I drank some sleeping pills. I guess I won't die."

Wan Fang looked back at Han Qian step by step, walked into the room and closed the door. Watching Wan Fang's figure disappear, Han Qian turned around and grabbed the man's hair, and hit the man's throat with his left forearm. The man instantly Feeling difficulty breathing, Han Qian punched him in the abdomen, then grabbed his hair and smashed it on the shoe cabinet.

When Han Qian was about to take action, Cui Li stepped forward and hugged Han Qian's waist and pulled him away. Han Qian said angrily.

"I'm telling you, if you touch the people around me from now on, I will make you regret living."

Then he threw Cui Li away and said angrily.

"Look at your mother! You're thirsty."

Cui Li tilted his head and frowned, looking at Han Qian and wondering.

"Are you confused about the situation?"

Han Qian frowned.

"Don't you understand me?"

Cui Li raised his hands to pour water. Han Qian walked to the dining table and picked up a piece of egg with chopsticks and put it in his mouth. At this time, the man who was beaten by Han Qian picked up a pistol and walked towards Han Qian. Feng Lun shook his head at him. He said calmly.

"I told you not to touch the two girls. Fortunately, you just slapped them. If you had done other things, I really couldn't protect you."

The man growled.

"Why should he?"

Feng Lun smiled bitterly, shook his head, and said calmly.

"He doesn't want his life, but no one wants him to die. Fortunately, he came here by himself today. If his father came here, the three of us would have to be thrown here."

After saying that, he took out a bottle of red wine from the wine cabinet. Feng Lun got a glass and handed it to Han Qian, smiling.

"I'm curious, why are you not at home during the Chinese New Year? I originally wanted to catch Nuan Nuan's parents, but we were a step too late. They seemed to have received a call from your mother and passed us by. What I wanted to catch next was That Ji Jing who has mysophobia, what a pity! It was you who came out, so I had no choice but to attack the two little girls. Guess I will come today. "

Han Qian picked up the wine glass and thought about how his mother tried to persuade Ji Jing to stay tonight, and kicked him out again?

Mom guessed it?

if··

If it is true, mom, you are really willing to let go of your son, and you really believe in your son.

Han Qian ignored Feng Lun and drank wine and ate food. Feng Lun sat opposite Han Qian, took out a photo, put it on the table and pushed it to Han Qian.

"Have you seen this person?"

Han Qian glanced sideways at the man in the photo, and then frowned. He had never seen this face before, but he had seen these eyes and the pair of brows that looked like signs. He slowly raised his head and looked at Feng Lun, said in a low voice.

"He stabbed my dad."

"His name is Zhang Shengli, one of the helpers Feng Zhida brought to me. Two of them were caught attacking you in District 8. The other one, Ding Peng, was also sent to prison by your father. Apart from me and Cui Li, he He is the only one who has absconded. I forgot to tell you that he is from Niu Guodong."

Han Qian snorted, then said softly.

"Feng Lun, you have so many secrets, why don't you go and get Niu Guodong and Lin Mengde yourself? You got me involved, and I don't quite understand your purpose."

Feng Lun chuckled.

"Me? Who am I doing? Han Qian, do you think they will care even if I reveal these secrets? Maybe my so-called evidence will be destroyed if it is sent to someone. In the end, I will get nothing. , I don’t have any hatred against Niu Guodong or Lin Mengde, my only hatred is for Feng Zhida, but when I knew that Feng Zhida was just a chess piece, I suddenly lost interest in him."

"Sure enough, you can't eat too much. Feng Lun, you are really pure and a bad person. Do you know how many people have been killed because of your whim? Niu Guodong, Hou Cong, Gou Dapao, Feng Zhida, in the lobby of that hotel The manager, Feng Zhida’s father, and the two killers killed by Cui Li, don’t feel guilty?”

"Guilt? Someone in the world plays the role of a righteous man, so someone needs to play the role of a villain, and I happen to be very suitable for this role. How can I live my whole life, scratching for food in a mediocre yellow land? No, no, no, my Life shouldn’t be like that.”

"What he looks like now? Like a rat crossing the street?"

As soon as he finished speaking, Han Qian's cell phone rang. It was Guan Junbiao. Han Qian answered the phone and said they would meet tomorrow, then hung up. Feng Lun chuckled and continued the topic he had just left unfinished.

"Han Qian, in fact, we are very similar. We are from the same place! You took risks for your mother's illness, and I took risks for my father's injustice. We are walking the same path. You should be like me and let everyone fear you. Tear down everyone’s fig leaf.”

Han Qian, who was just about to pick up the vegetables, was stunned. He tilted his head and looked at Feng Lun.

Han Qian was silent for a long time, and then said softly.

"envy!"

After these two words came out, Feng Lun's eyes flashed with panic. This was the first time Han Qian found Feng Lun panicked since he met him.

Panic passed in a flash, and Feng Lun chuckled.

"Jealous? Who are you jealous of?"

Han Qian said calmly.

"Jealous of me! There is a big question mark in your mind. There is a good age difference and similar origins. We are both poor boys who came out of the countryside and have similar experiences. Why are the results so different, right?"

When he uttered the last two words, Han Qian's face was full of smiles and his expression was very relaxed. On the other hand, Feng Lun's face became very ugly and he growled.

"I told you, I'm not jealous of you!"

"Don't lie."

"Han Qian, don't you understand? I'm not fucking jealous of you, and I, Feng Lun, am not jealous of you!"

"You are jealous, jealous of why people with the same experience take different paths. I have money, power, a woman, someone who cares about me, and people who feel sorry for me. You have nothing."

"That's because I don't want to go down your path."

"No, no, no, it's because you can't understand why this is happening, so you're interested in me. You want me to follow the same path as you, but slowly you find that you can't do it, so you're jealous."

Feng Lun's face had begun to become distorted, and Cui Li quietly hid in the bathroom. At this time, the man spoke.

"Why are you talking nonsense with him? Feng Lun, you are more girly than I thought..."

Chirp!

It was late at night, and people all over the city began to set off fireworks and firecrackers to welcome the gods. The whole city was filled with thunderous roars, and no one cared about this 'chirp'.

Han Qian frowned slightly, looked at the man who was shot in the chest and said calmly.

"I told you you would."

Then Feng Lun pointed a gun with a silencer at the center of Han Qian's eyebrows and said in a low voice.

"I'm not jealous."

Han Qian chuckled.

"You're jealous!"

Tweet, Tweet, Tweet.

Feng Lun fired several shots.

Blood all over the ground.