Chapter 190 Son, why don’t you have a temper?
At night, Han Qian was lying in the yard, while Han Jiayi squatted aside and lit mosquito coils.
The weather was relatively hot, so my daughter didn’t come out and hid in the room blowing the air conditioner.
Han Qian closed his eyes and muttered softly.
"Feng Lun's plan is known to Father Gu, but what he should know is only superficial. It seems that Father Bai Tao also knows it and wants to get the credit! But how can Feng Lun be so honest? Binhai He won’t be content without his shadow!”
While talking, Han Qian felt the breeze coming from his side. He opened his eyes and frowned at Han Jiayi, who was holding a fan, and asked.
"Who asked you to fan me? Are you not hot?"
Han Jia nodded.
"It's hot! But you're the dad, give me a fan first!"
Han Qian sat up, took the fan from Han Jia's hand and threw it aside, frowning.
"Where did you get so many bad things from you? Am I dead or disabled and do I need you to fan me? It was Yan Qingqing who gave birth to you, and Liu Shengge who raised you!"
Han Jiayi He squatted aside and whispered softly.
“Don’t they all like sensible children?”
Han Qian frowned and said again.
“What does it mean to be sensible? Do you care about others regardless of whether you are cold or hot? The so-called sensible ones are just some parents who want to show off and train their children into their own handicrafts. I can't move, come here and fan me, that's smart, what the hell am I doing if you don't fan me?"
Han Jia raised his head and looked at Han Qian and whispered.
"Teachers say you should learn to be filial to your parents, right?"
Han Qian stretched out his hand and poked Han Jiayi's forehead. Han Jiayi sat on the ground with a bit of confusion in his eyes. , Han Qian frowned.
"Why are you stubborn? Han Jiayi, you are not smart? The Han family doesn't need a sensible child like you, and I don't like sensible children. What did the teacher say? You You don’t have the ability to think? I treat you as one. The tools are thrown away by your godfather, why are you still showing filial piety to me? Why can’t I understand that I’m a child like you? Come on, tell me whether it’s right or wrong for Kong Rong to let you go.”
< br>“That’s right!”
Han Qian got angry and stood up and grabbed Han Jiayi.
"You just stand here for me, what are you right about? Why should you leave the good things to others and eat the bad ones yourself?"
Han Jia was not angry at all. He looked at Han Qian seriously.
“Because that’s what you are!”
“Huh?”
One sentence left Han Qian speechless.
Soon after, the father and son squatted outside the compound, each holding a piece of watermelon in his hand, and Han Qian ate the watermelon and murmured in a low voice.
"Don't imitate me. Your father and I are just like this, and I will never change it in my lifetime, so I hope my son will be more selfish. Your father and I will suffer from a personality like this."
< br>Han Jia gnawed on the watermelon and said vaguely
"No! What if you die one day? If I am selfish, who will protect my mothers, aunts and me? My younger brothers and sisters!”
"Your father can't die."
"I don't believe it."
Han Qian turned his head and stretched out his hand to snatch the watermelon from his son. Han Jia didn't resist at all and didn't care at all. Han Qian Furious.
"Can you have a little temper? You had a bad temper when you were a child, why are you like dough now?"
Han Jia sighed like a grown-up.
"It's not necessary. I can't hit you or do anything if I get angry with you."
Han Qian was a little anxious.
"Son, what do you mean by dad, are you a little stronger?"
"If you are not strong, you don't have any shit. There are two dads. What's the point of being strong? They are afraid of me. They are my two fathers, and they are not afraid of me."
Han Qian found that he could not educate Han Jiayi, and this child's ideas were too right.
After taking Han Jia back to the room, Han Qian looked at his daughter holding a mobile phone and blowing on the air conditioner. Han Qian stepped forward and took away Han Chong'er's mobile phone, and seriously asked if he had noticed anything wrong with his brother's head.
Han Chong'er nodded vigorously at this.
"There is a big problem, he has no temper."
Han Qian nodded seriously.
"Yes, why does he have a bad temper? Nursery rhyme, my son has a bad temper?"
Nursery Rhyme, who was half lying on the bed, raised her eyebrows. "Don't you have a temper too? Besides, Jiayi is surrounded by his own family, so what kind of temper does he have? You can't see him when he's having a temper. You haven't mentioned your son once in several months, and you start to find faults when we meet him. Han Qian, get out of here. Come over, mommy will give you a hug."
Han Qian looked at the obedient Han Jiayi and frowned.
“Aren’t you hot?”
Han Jiayi sighed.
"Why are you so annoying?"
Han Qian was stunned for a moment, then looked at his daughter.
“Daughter, are you annoying me?”
Han Chonger frowned and nodded.
"Sometimes it's quite embarrassing! Dad, you can go out and play for a while if you have nothing to do. Stop hanging around in front of me. It won't be cool anymore."
Han Qian was injured.
I went back to my room and lay on the bed. I obviously meant well and wanted to make my son a little selfish. Why was he still hated by the two children?
Lao Gu left early the next morning, and so did the nursery rhymes and poems.
Han Qian looked at the two children standing in front of him and smiled.
"What? Yesterday you thought I was annoying, are you going to be unable to survive without me today?"
Han Jia was too lazy to speak while holding the lollipop in his mouth, while Han Chong'er narrowed his eyes and smiled.
"Dad~ If I hadn't been worried that you had no money, Jiayi and I would have flown back to Binhai. How about packing up and leaving? The air tickets have been booked, shall we go?"
Walking out of the guest house at the yamen gate, the daughter held her left hand, and the son held his right hand. The two babies were afraid that their father would be lost. When they took the taxi, they sat on the left and the right. Han Qian She hugged her daughter and smiled from ear to ear.
Why aren’t you surprised!
A dear daughter and dear son!
When passing through the security check, Han Chong'er ran over first, then turned her head and looked at her father seriously.
"Dad, you didn't bring a knife or gun when you came out today, did you?"
The security check was just a joke as a little girl, but Han Qian actually took out a short knife from his waist and handed it to After passing the security check, he smiled at his daughter.
"If I hadn't brought you two out, I really wouldn't have brought this thing with me, and I didn't bring the gun! Your mother's gun is still at home."
The security check was a little confused. , at this time Han Chong'er whispered.
"If I had known, I would have called my mother to pick me up and touch the gun."
The three of them were almost taken away for investigation on the spot.
On the plane, Han Chong'er booked first class. Her son sat in the chair early and fastened his seat belt. His daughter stood beside her father, fastening her seat belt seriously and giving instructions.
"No smoking, no drinking! Don't disturb others while they are resting, and no scolding the stewardess, and no making phone calls. Give me your mobile phone!"
Han Qian obediently handed over the mobile phone. To his daughter, Han Chong'er turned off the phone and gave it back to Han Qian, then said angrily.
"Don't turn off the phone! Go to sleep!"
Han Qian closed his eyes obediently. It's so interesting. Does anyone have a daughter?
Han Qian actually fell asleep after swaying all the way. When we arrived in Beijing, it was already afternoon. Han Qian was yawning and was pulled out of the airport by two children. Yeats was already driving at the door. After waiting, Han Qian asked whose car it was, and Yeats smiled.
"Liu Shengge's, he's not at home, there are so many cars lying around, and I happen to have the keys."
When the two children got in the car, Han Jia shouted Mom, Yeats said with a smile.
"Call me sister! Don't call me mom!"
Then Han Chong'er turned his head and looked at Han Qian.
"Brother!"
After suffering a brain collapse, Han Chong'er covered her head and stopped talking, Yeats said softly while driving the car.
"Tongyong and Yu Shici took Feng Lun back to Binhai Prison. Dad Gu said that he didn't want to move anymore recently and didn't want you to have a conflict with Baitao in the capital. He told me to send you back to Binhai as soon as he got off the plane. .”
Han Qian yawned and said vaguely.
"I might as well fly directly to Binhai."
Han Chong'er replied seriously.
"Dad! There is no direct flight to Binhai, we must take a special plane!"
(End of this chapter)