Chapter 98 I really don’t want to go home
Walking into the yard, looking at the wide open door, the bright living room, and the smoky mahjong table, Han Qian lowered his head and sighed.
“Miss me Han Qian, oh my god!”
A dark face appeared in front of me, with sharp canine teeth exposed, fierce eyes, and drool dripping from the corner of his mouth. At this time He was letting out a low growl.
Han Qian didn’t dare to move!
This Rottweiler must weigh about a hundred pounds, like a calf.
Han Qian didn’t even dare to shout.
He was not afraid when facing the killer, but now he is panicking, this thing can really bite him to death!
At this moment, a strong black figure suddenly rushed towards him, and the black Rottweiler was pinned down by a Doberman with a steel collar around his neck.
Two?
Are two of the Three Musketeers present?
Han Qian panicked. If another Castro appeared now, he would really have to run away.
A furry dog appeared, and ran over slowly wagging its tail, rubbed against Han Qian's legs, then turned around and went into the den.
Han Qian clearly felt perfunctory!
At this moment, Du Bin's face came close to Han Qian's arms, and the silly Rowena got up and sniffed Han Qian's legs. After sniffing for five minutes, Rowena suddenly jumped back, and then rushed into Han Qian's arms like a cannonball. This time, Han Qian was almost killed, and he licked Han Qian's face crazily.
Han Qian was pinned down by Rowena, and Du Bin stood aside like a handsome guard with his head held high.
Han Qian understands these two dogs, Doberman recognized him, and Rottweiler was a little stupid to recognize him! But what happened to the little shaggy dog that was perfunctory just now?
Han Qian stood up, pulled Rottweiler's collar and walked towards the kennel. Looking at the shaggy dog lying inside with his eyes closed, Han Qian frowned.
"You're perfunctory with me? No? You're perfunctory with me?"
After saying this, the old man's voice came from behind.
"Huanhuan holds a grudge. You've given it garlic. If it can deal with you, it's good. It's old!"
Han Qian stood up and turned his head, pointing at Huanhuan and looking at the old man.
"It perfunctory me, really!"
The old man curled his lips.
“It’s good if I don’t bite you.”
The old man waved to Doberman, and Doberman got into the kennel. As for Rottweiler, which was thrown in twice by the old man with one hand, it still clung to Han Qian. Finally, Yeats came out and scolded Rottweiler. Back to the kennel.
Han Qian followed the old man into the door, stepped forward and took a look at the cards in Nuan Nuan's hand, Han Qian frowned.
"Old girl! Our Binhai Mahjong is not uniform."
"Do you want to take care of it?"
Han Qian snorted arrogantly, and then He walked behind Cai Qinghu and said seriously.
"Madam, you don't have a Yaojiu? You can't do this? Huh? Don't eat it, grab it! Huh? Why don't you have any chips?"
After saying this, Yeats picked up the small box in his hand, smiled.
“Here~”
Han Qian frowned and smiled bitterly.
“How big should I play?”
Nuan Nuan frowned.
"Hu Yiyi is worth a billion, what? Are you in trouble?"
Han Qian curled his lips and said.
"You can play with the Lord of Hell."
Wen Nuan stretched out his finger and pointed at Yeats.
"Niutou!"
Followed by Yan Qingqing.
“Horse face!”
Cai Qinghu answered excitedly.
“I am the Lord of Hell~”
Nuan Nuan curled his lips and said contemptuously.
“You are Po Meng!”
Cai Qinghu’s tears instantly welled up in his eyes. He looked at Yan Qingqing pitifully, and Yan Qingqing frowned.
"Nuan Nuan, are you speaking in human language? It's obviously Bai Wuchang, but you are Black Wuchang!"
Cai Qinghu looked at Yeats, Yeats said softly.
"Hey, they are talking nonsense. You are the listening one next to Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva."
Cai Qinghu fell into deep thought, and then asked Han Qian Qian what listening was. Han Qian struggled for a long time but did not say anything. Come three or four. Han Qian ran away!
Walking into the backyard, looking at the lights in the back room, opening the door and looking at Yu Shici sitting at the computer desk working, Han Qian stepped forward and knocked on Yu Shici’s small Head, frowning.
"Didn't you go to the hospital today? What did you say?"
Yu Shici turned around and said seriously.
“Kiss me and I’ll tell you.”
Han Qian held the mixed-race girl’s face and kissed the little skull’s blindfold gently, even though they had been intimate many times. Yu Shici blushed and murmured softly.
“The doctor said the chance of recovery is low, but it’s not impossible! It mainly depends on my personal recovery ability, so you don’t have to worry~ I don’t know what to do when I’m free~”
"I'll play with you! Come on, let's play and who will fall asleep first?"
"Fuck you!"
As he said this, Yu Shici still turned off the computer. Han Qian moved a small bench and sat next to Yu Shici, saying softly.
“I don’t care how much money I make, and I don’t care about the company! Because you like it, I will try my best to let you get what you like, but if you break your body because of this, I will be very angry! If we have money, we will eat four dishes. If we don’t have money, I will sell my blood and you won’t be hungry. Poetry!”
“Huh?”
“You didn’t hear a word, did you? ”
Yu Shici smiled charmingly.
"No way, I heard it! Shuncheng wants to take over the land in Huangdi Village."
Han Qian said with a bitter smile.
“Just give it to him. You don’t need to do anything to enjoy and be honored now. Maintaining it now is what Binhai Yamenmen wants to see. I’ll go see your parents some time. I haven’t seen them yet. Where is my mother-in-law?"
Yu Shici frowned.
"No! It's annoying! It's nagging! But my mother is very satisfied with you, oh! To be exact, my father admires you. Foreigners admire all kinds of heroism, but they are still very annoying."
Han Qian smiled.
"Then I'll see them again when you're ready, poetry! Is there anything you want?"
"I want a child!"
"I'll make it for you It’s midnight snack and I haven’t eaten yet!”
Han Qian escaped, and now he really hates children.
Whether it’s your favorite, whether it’s Jiayi, or whether it’s a little bell.
Han Qian is rare, but he is a bit scared if there are too many!
I made a claypot rice, Han Qian and Yu Shici each had a plate, but as soon as they walked into the living room, the plate in Han Qian's hand was taken away. Yan Qingqing said angrily when she saw this.
"Wen Nuan, are you sick? Han Qian must have not eaten."
Nuan Nuan looked at Han Qian while holding the plate and asked in a low voice.
"Brother Qian, are you hungry?"
Han Qian frowned.
“Hungry! I want to eat people now.”
“Then I’ll eat half of it!”
"You eat them all! I'll make another one."
"Mr. Han brings a piece of mine, anything is fine, you're not picky about food."
"Mr. Eat wontons~"
"Xiao Han Qian, I also eat wontons."
"You can't let me eat fried noodles, right?"
Nursery rhymes are a bit troublesome, An An hung up the phone in her hand and said softly.
"My dear, I would just like to eat fried noodles too, although I really want to eat the noodles you made~"
Han Qian said with a smile.
"Let's do it, you guys wait for me, Aunt Ji, what are you eating? Meatballs? Eggplant boxes?"
Ji Jing had already walked to Han Qian's side and said softly.
"I'll accompany you to the kitchen. My parents haven't had dinner either."
Han Qian was so excited that he almost cried.
It has to be my Aunt Ji!
Such a gentle woman can’t be found in three lifetimes with a lantern.
(End of this chapter)