Chapter 665 Want to Apologize?

"Hey, Han Qian, you took the initiative to pick me up, which really makes me feel a little uneasy. How about I go back to Shengjing?"

Han Qian looked at Sun Zhengmin who had opened the car door but didn't come up, and raised his eyebrows.

"The wheels will be removed from the cart in a moment."

Sun Zhengmin turned around and left. Han Qian hurriedly opened the door and got out of the car to pull Sun Zhengmin in. He coaxed him into the car with Sun Zhengmin sitting in the passenger seat.

"cigarette!"

Han Qian handed over the cigarette, and Son Zhengmin threw away the handed cigarette.

"It needs to be thin."

Han Qian stopped the car and held his waistband with both hands, gritting his teeth.

"Do you believe I can give you the whole cigar to try?"

Sun Zhengmin took another cigarette from Han Qian, lit it and frowned.

"It depends on how this matter is handled. If Tu Kun goes to apologize and admit his mistake, I will stand behind. Song Wanli can't make much trouble even if he wants to. After all, the incident happened in Fengtian."

Han Qian held the steering wheel with both hands and said softly.

"Let's talk about the apology later. I don't know the whole story yet. I don't know exactly what happened."

Sun Zhengmin shook his head.

"No matter what you do, apologizing will help resolve the matter as quickly as possible. There are too many people in Fengtian who want to target you."

Han Qian also shook his head.

"It's not important. I just don't have the time to deal with these bullies. You've dug so many holes for me over the years, inside and outside. Why don't you give me some compensation?"

"Isn't the one-billion-dollar project given to you? There is a completely different attitude between asking people to do it at the yamenmen and asking people to do it at the yamenmen."

After taking Sun Zhengmin back home, when he walked in, he found that Cheng Jin was already sitting at the dining table and starting to drink. The things on the table were very simple, including chicken legs and wings from KFC, French fries and egg tarts, and a plate of dark peanuts. There's also some leftover cabbage and tofu soup from yesterday.

Han Qian had just changed his shoes. Wearing an apron and a hat and holding a spatula in his hand, Han Qian stood at the door of the kitchen and smiled at Han Qian.

"Wait a minute, the last dish will be ready soon."

Han Qian turned his head and looked at Sun Zhengmin.

"Uncle Sun, you are in luck."

After sitting down, little Tu Kun ran over to bring tea and water. Sun Zhengmin stretched out his hand and pinched the big girl's face and smiled.

"Tell me, what happened? Why did you open Song Lin's head?"

Little Tu Kun sat back on the chair, hugging the back of the chair, and replied angrily.

"He asked me to drink with him. If this was a young master from Fengtian, I would go along with him. After all, my grandpa is a government official. I can't make trouble. But this foreigner comes to bully people at home and talks about us girls from the Northeast. Why, I couldn’t control it, so I gave him a bottle.”

Sun Zhengmin looked at the dark peanuts and smiled.

"Don't say that there are many things. What does it mean for Grandpa Sun to be an official?"

After saying this, Han Qian picked up the wine glass and frowned.

"What? Did Tu Kun say something wrong or what? She called me uncle, but can't she call you grandpa grandpa? I called you old immortal, old cabbage gangster, you can listen if you want."

At this time, Nuan Nuan walked out of the kitchen. Sun Zhengmin glared at Han Qian and stood up to pick it up, and said.

"You kid has such tender hands, give them to me!"

Nuan Nuan handed the casserole to Sun Zhengmin and said with a smile.

"I don't know how to cook. I just stewed some good-looking ingredients at home for you to try."

Sun Zhengmin smiled.

"I would be happy if you stewed the soles of your shoes today."

Wen Nuan cooks, let alone what she has done. Just like Sun Zhengmin said, it is the highest etiquette for her to cook by herself. After all, she really doesn't know how to do it.

After the messy stew was served on the table, Sun Zhengmin asked Cheng Jin how Song Lin was injured. Cheng Jin ate the dark peanuts and smiled.

"Let me chat with you two. Song Lin's head was opened a little more than three centimeters. After he hurried to the hospital, the doctor checked around and found no gunshot wounds or stab wounds. The surgeon went back to rest. The result was that He said he had a fight with Tu Kun in District 8, so he threw two band-aids and told him to just go home and put them on himself. In the end, he took his father out and got stitches. "

Sun Zhengmin raised his eyebrows.

"Your Binhai No.1 Hospital should be reorganized."

Cheng Jin pouted.

"What does the stitches in the second hospital have to do with our first hospital? The second hospital is a private hospital. I have no control over it. You go to the medical insurance. I asked about some things. Song Lin cursed Dongbei in the hospital. I don't understand. His father Working in Changqing, why is he so hostile to us? "

Sun Zhengmin shrugged.

"I'm not sure. How long has Song Wanli been here to work here? It's only been two years. He originally worked in a warm, comfortable and prosperous place, but now he has come to Changqing. Song Lin may think that he has endured hardship. This is not very clear. , Song Wanli will probably land in Binhai tomorrow morning, prepare a fruit basket, Tu Kun, you and I can just go and apologize."

After saying this, Han Qian picked up a black peanut and stuffed it into Sun Zhengmin's mouth.

"Wait a moment. I seem to be about to catch Feng Lun recently. Should I ask Feng Lun to go over and apologize?"

Sun Zhengmin spit out the black beans and frowned.

"Let's not talk about Song Wanli. I'm here to support you. Xiao Hanqian, I'm too lazy to argue with you about the things that stumbling upon me behind my back. Let's talk about you and Feng Lun. Come to talk to me, there doesn't seem to be any hatred between you and Feng Lun, right? Why did you suddenly order Tianhei's forces to arrest Feng Lun? Lun appears in front of you alive?"

Han Qian smiled, and little Tu Kun muttered.

"Feng Lun beat my aunt, she's covered in bandages, and there are two bullet holes on the background wall of my aunt's office."

Sun Zhengmin was stunned.

"What? Which aunt?"

Han Qian glared at Sun Zhengmin, who also felt that it was inappropriate to ask this question, and whispered.

"Beat? You mean you haven't taken her away yet? I guess only Rongyao, the hot-tempered little pepper around you, has this temper?"

Han Qian sighed and nodded.

"You are right, it was my empress. The two of them had a fight in the Honor office. Feng Lun wanted to capture my empress and ask me to help kill Li Shaoqi, but failed. According to my empress's description, Feng Lun's ribs were not broken and he had internal injuries. I don't care whether he lives or dies, but how can I let him go after he beat my empress? Now Cui Li and Xu Hongchang are going around the world to capture Feng Lun. I won't hand him over to you if they catch him. Also! Prepare a fruit basket later. I will go over to apologize, but my niece shouldn't go. She is a little girl. If we apologize to outsiders at our doorstep, I will lose face as an uncle."

Sun Zhengmin said again.

"Things may not be as simple as you think. If Song Wanli is not satisfied this time, Chen Jinye will take the opportunity to come and make trouble, which will be troublesome."

"Then kill Chen Jinye too."

Han Qian's attitude is very clear. He can go to apologize, but Tu Kun is determined not to go. Finally, Sun Zhengmin poured half a catty of white wine into Han Qian and promised that Tu Kun would also go, but Cheng Jin and Han Qian apologized together. Han Qian was still very dissatisfied, but Cheng Jin agreed.

They drank until more than four o'clock. Several people drank a few more bottles of beer. Sun Zhengmin's secretary called and Song Wanli got off the plane. Han Qian stood up and walked to the refrigerator to take out two apples.

"No more."

Sun Zhengmin frowned.

"Get out of here."

Pulling Tu Kun out of the door, the driver drove, Tu Kun sat in the co-pilot, and three big men squeezed in the back. After driving about twenty meters, Han Qian shouted.

"Who are you, get out of the car? It's too crowded. I'll drive!"

Cheng Jin reached out and grabbed Han Qian's hair.

"You're driving drunk? I'll deduct 12 points from you!"

Han Qian shook off Sun Zhengmin's arm.

"I don't even have a driver's license, where can you deduct points?"

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