Chapter 897 Not Too Gentle

It was said to be half a sheep, but there were a lot of things on the table. Han Qian was holding a bottle of beer in his hand and holding a lamb chop in his other hand. He took a bite, oil and water dripped from the corner of his mouth, and Wen Nuan quickly stuffed him with one. Tangsuan, Wen Nuan asked curiously.

"What are you doing? Gobbling it up?"

Han Qian raised his head and glanced at everyone, and found that everyone was looking at him. Han Qian swallowed the meat in his mouth with difficulty, took a sip of beer and burped, then glared at the nursery rhyme and said angrily.

"This lunatic threw me into Four Corners Park and took away my mobile phone and wallet. I walked back from Four Corners Park! Forget it, eight kilometers! Sixteen miles! Can I not be hungry? Baby Pass me the chive flowers."

The warmth did not move, nor did the nursery rhymes. Ji Jing seemed to know that Han Qian was calling her. She spread a little chive flowers on a piece of lamb chop and handed it to Han Qian. Han Qian opened his mouth directly, and Ji Jing took a deep breath and stuffed the mutton. It ended up in his mouth.

Han Qian was so angry that he lost his ability to think and shouted while eating.

"Sister Yang, please don't pay attention to me. We are all a family. I am mainly angry because of the nursery rhymes."

Nursery Rhyme narrowed her eyes and smiled.

"How can I retaliate against you if you don't beat me on the street?"

"You scolded me in English."

"You mocked me for not being able to understand English, and then you didn't understand, who did you rely on? Also! I didn't let you go to the park, and you jumped over the railing yourself and fell, and you said, 'Look, I'm jumping!'"

After hearing these words, little Tu Kun couldn't help it and burst into laughter.

"Then it got stuck on the railing and didn't pass. Uncle, you are so handsome."

Everyone finally understood that it was Han Qian and Tong Yao who were playing and getting angry. Wen Nuan smiled helplessly, picked up a clove of garlic, put it on Yang Lan's plate, and said softly.

"If you eat meat without garlic, the flavor will be half as bad."

Han Qian nodded.

"Sister Yang, eat more. Are you tired from slapping that stupid bitch during the day? Aunt Ji, eat more too!"

Yang Lan lowered his head and said nothing. Ji Jing explained the matter in a low voice, and Wen Nuan shouted that there was definitely something wrong with this Niu Xiaohua's head. How could someone think that Lin Zongheng was an innocent person?

The dinner was very full, and they were all members of the family. Yang Lan was not polite. In the end, she and the old man drank some liquor, half a catty each. Yang Lan left like a normal person.

The old man and Han Qian saw them off, and Ji Jing and Yang Lan left. Ji Jing probably meant to stay at Yang Lan's house and go shopping together tomorrow.

As for little Tu Kun, he stayed on the hot kang and slept with his aunt at night. The warmth and nursery rhymes were left in Qian'er's mother's room. Three women and one girl chatted. Li Jiawei and the old man lived together. Room.

Han Qian is not used to sleeping in the same room with men, including old men.

Sitting in the room with bunk beds, Han Qian stood in front of the mirror wearing a pair of underwear. His knees and hips were scratched. No wonder it hurt when he walked. Han Qian sighed, and then looked at the nursery figure reflected in the mirror. Han Qian said calmly.

"Safflower oil is no longer good, it's for bruises and bruises."

Nursery Rhyme said lightly.

"If the skin is not broken, it is not considered injured? You have to fight yourself, and you still rely on me if you fall, Han Qian! You are so unreasonable!"

Han Qian turned around and sighed.

"If I want to be reasonable, can I fall into this big peach blossom forest, the gentle village? You see other girls having headaches every day, and I see you also have headaches. You don't dare to think about causing harm, for fear of playing with things and losing your morale."

Tong Yao pointed to the bed and said calmly.

"I'm not a thing! Don't play with me either."

"Can you please stop picking words with me?"

Tong Yao treated Han Qian's wounds with band-aids and Yunnan Baiyao, and Han Qian lay on the bed and whispered.

"Actually, this feels pretty good."

"This is not good. You can't see your knees. Turn it over, right? Are you embarrassed? Han Qian, you haven't changed your underwear in a few days? Didn't you know how to change it without reminding you?"

"Do you think I've been free lately? I don't have much time to sleep."

Han Qian turned over, looked at the injury on his knee, and frowned.

"You're too old to be more honest? Apply it yourself and I'll find underwear for you. Do you want to wash your feet?"

"Will you wash it for me?"

"You can make an exception. After all, your foot pain today is still because of me."

Han Qian chuckled and lowered his head to look at the wound on his knee. When Tongyao walked into the room with a basin and squatted in front of Han Qian, when Tongyao's hand touched Han Qian's feet, Han Qian grabbed Tongyao's hand. Wrist, gently shook his head.

Nursery Rhyme laughed.

"You only get one chance."

Han Qian shook his head again. Looking at Han Qian's tough attitude, Tong Yao shrugged, and then Han Qian spoke.

"How about you change my underwear."

"go to hell!"

Tong Yao grabbed Han Qian's feet and pressed them into the basin. Han Qian yelled angrily. When Tong Yao left the room, she held a pair of underwear with two fingers.

Tired from walking.

Han Qian fell asleep before nine o'clock. In the middle of the night, someone came to cover him with a quilt. Han Qian vaguely knew that someone was there, but he was too lazy to open his eyes. In his dream, he dreamed of Lin Zongheng and Cui Li, but what exactly did they do? Han Qian couldn't remember clearly.

What Han Qian fears most now is the morning, because opening his eyes every day is like opening a blind box, not necessarily a surprise or a shock.

Then, to Han Qian's concern, the blind boxes were out of stock.

The quietness of the past few days has made Han Qian a little uncomfortable. He stayed at home and played chess with the old man. At the end of the day, he counted the chess pieces and was almost slapped. In the end, Han Qian covered his shoulders with aggrieved face and went to his mother to complain. I have never seen an old man so shameless. He only killed a bare commander every time.

Han Qian also discovered that the old man was proficient in everything except making money, while his son had not inherited any of his father's abilities. Apart from making money, he was only half satisfied with everything else.

After playing with the old man for three days, Han Qian didn't win even once. Finally, Wen Nuan couldn't stand it any longer and squinted at Han Qian and said with disdain.

“Good food and fun-loving!”

Han Qian said angrily.

"You know shit."

"Come on, let's play backgammon. If you lose, I'll slap you."

Han Qian leaned back and curled his lips.

"Do you dare to slap me, or do I dare to slap you?"

Wen Nuan snorted. Wen Nuan knew that Han Qian was right. You can quarrel with Han Qian, you can also use physical force, you can pinch medicine, twist or kick him, but there are only two things that you can't do. First, you can't make Han Qian kneel down. Second, you can't make Han Qian kneel down. You are not allowed to slap him.

Han Qian is very taboo about slaps. He can bear the slaps from his elders, but for a few girls, he can indulge them in riding on their necks, but he will not accept slaps.

Just when Han Qian felt like mushrooms were about to grow on his head, Yeats called.

"Mr. Han, we arrived at Beijing Airport at nine in the morning and Binhai North Station at about eleven o'clock. We don't have a car!"

"I see."

After hanging up the phone, Han Qian whispered to Nuan Nuan.

"Remember there is a noodle seller at North Station? Do you want to go to eat noodles? I'll pick up Xu Hongchang and the others by the way."

"Consider adding an egg."

"It's not like you don't have money."

"Han Qian, you have to remember one thing. I will never pay for our meal, just like you won't accept my slap in the face. Do you understand?"

Han Qian smiled.

"The final stubbornness?"

After saying these words, Nuan Nuan's expression changed, he looked at Han Qian coldly and frowned.

"Little Han Qian, did I give you a smile? What? Do you think I can't clean up the women around you? The last one? Stubborn? You insist on me crying, making trouble, and hanging myself in front of my mother? ? If you don’t want to, be honest, I haven’t asked you about the Cayenne yet! Go warm the car!”

Han Qian stood up and lowered his head.

"right··"

"If you dare to say I'm sorry, I'll hit you on the head right now."

Han Qian ran away.

He was curious.

Why don’t girls like to hear I’m sorry?

Why?