Chapter 191 My son seems to have a bad temper
Yeats drove for four hours alone for the originally three-hour journey. Because there were two children in the car, Yeats drove very slowly and steadily.
Getting off the highway, while Yeats was still talking to Han Qian, several young people riding motorcycles whizzed past the car. Han Qian hugged two children who were already asleep and said softly .
"Slower, they have been working with Lao Gu for many days, and they haven't had a good rest."
After saying that, Han Qian took out his mobile phone and sent a message to Toyosuke.
Yeats's car was driving very slowly. Several young people who did not care about life and death did not see Han Qian in the back seat. They only saw Yeats driving. They rode motorcycles around the car and kept harassing him. Yeats didn't take it to heart at all. Get on and continue driving slowly.
Bang!
A young man slapped the glass of the back seat. Han Chong'er was startled. When she opened her eyes, her eyes were full of confusion. At this time, a voice came from outside.
"Fuck you for driving such a good thing! I'm so fucking envious, what the fuck, why are you so rich?"
Han Qian frowned slightly and said softly.
"Don't pay attention to them!"
At this time, Han Jia got up and crawled towards the co-pilot, opened the handle and took out a black pistol, turned on the safety, loaded the gun, lowered the window and pulled the trigger.
Bang!
A gunshot rang out and the motorcycle outside went silent. Yeats braked and grabbed the pistol from Han Jia's hand and threw it to Han Qian. Han Qian smiled and unloaded the magazine, then unloaded the magazine and threw it aside. Yeats started the car again, frowning all the time.
Soon after, Mercedes-Benz and Toyosuke's Jetta arrived, and the two went to deal with the shooting. Yeats drove all the way back to his mother-in-law's house.
The two children were so happy when they saw their grandma that they ran all the way into her arms, while Han Qian was dragged by Yeats to the yard by his collar.
"Mr. Han! A fired a gun, and he did it very skillfully! He knew there was a gun in Liu Shengge's car. He knew how to open the safety and how to pull the trigger. It was definitely not the first time he fired a gun. Gun! Would you like to just smile as a father?"
Han Qian frowned and nodded.
"I am indeed not very good at this matter. Wait a minute, I will get a certificate of merit for my son!"
Han Qian is about to run away, Yeats catches Han Qian Qian's hair gritted his teeth and said.
"Mr. Han! Didn't you understand the situation of the matter? How old is A Yi now? He still lacks the ability to judge the truth of things by himself. What if A Yi shot and injured someone today? He was killed What should I do? You should go to Liu Shengge and explain this matter!"
Han Qian made a mistake and muttered in a low voice.
"I won't go! If my son kills someone, I will go to jail. This is indeed wrong. Miss Ye, I understand."
Yeats breathed a sigh of relief.
“Just understand.”
"You have to press the silencer next time!"
Yeats was furious and punched and kicked Han Qian. At this time, Yan Qingqing came back and looked at the beaten Han Qian and the violent one in the yard. Yeats stepped forward and pulled Yeats away, frowning.
"You beat him? Aren't you tired?"
Yeats's face turned green with anger, and he told what happened, especially to Han Qian's irresponsibility The answer expressed condemnation.
Yan Qingqing frowned after hearing this.
"It has nothing to do with him. The child has nothing to do with him. He has nothing to do with it except that he is his biological father. Is Jia Yi in the house?"
Yeats nodded, and Yan Qingqing took the package He handed the bag to Yeats, took off his watch and ring, turned around and walked out of the door. When he came back again, there was a wicker in his hand. Seeing this, Han Qian quickly stood up and stopped Yan Qingqing.
"My dear, please calm down, it's my fault too!"
Yan Qingqing squinted at Han Qian.
"You think I won't beat you up later? Get out of here! Yeats, please pull him aside. Han Qian, let me tell you, you either don't care about the child, or you just keep taking care of it, get out of here." ! ”
Yan Qingqing walked into the room holding the wicker. Han Jia panicked when he saw his biological mother walking in. He opened the screen window and ran away. Yan Qingqing was too slow to catch the little brat. At this time, Qian'er's mother frowned and asked road.
"What's wrong, Qingqing? Why did you beat the child just after you came back?"
Yan Qingqing closed her eyes and took a deep breath, and roared in the gentlest tone possible.
"He shot in the street!" Huh?
Qian'er's mother was also stunned, and then looked at the old man, who frowned and spoke seriously.
"Jiayi can shoot a gun at such a young age? Hiss, this is indeed not a trivial matter."
Then he slapped his leg and said.
"Yes! If such a young man has such courage, my grandson can do it!"
The old man received more than twenty slaps in one minute, and the corners of Qian'er's mother's mouth trembled with anger. As soon as Han Jia ran into the yard and got into the doghouse, the wicker in Yan Qingqing's hand turned into a stick.
"Come out."
Han Jia shook his head.
"I won't go out! They banged on the car window to scare my sister and cursed her! If I can't beat them, I'll shoot!"
Han Qian stood not far away and raised his eyebrows at his son. Thumbs up, and then the father and son laughed.
Yan Qingqing got angry, turned around and went to the kitchen to get a kitchen knife. The next second, Han Jiayi was dragged out of the kennel by two dogs with his clothes in their mouths. Du Bin also took it with him when he went back. After entering the door, Yan Qingqing threw away the kitchen knife and stepped forward, picked up the slippers and pointed them at Han Jiayi's butt, saying hello to him.
After a few blows, Han Qian felt distressed and ran forward to hug Yan Qingqing.
"Okay, okay, my son is young. I, the father, didn't take care of him. You can hit me!"
Then Qian'er's mother's stick fell on Han Qian's butt. On the way, Han Qian screamed and ran away.
When Liu Shengge arrived, Han Jiayi was already lying on the floor with his butt naked. Liu Shengge glanced at his red and swollen butt, frowned and looked at Yan Qingqing.
“Why are you so harsh on your children?”
Yan Qingqing frowned.
"Shouldn't we stop shooting in the street?"
Liu Shengge said oh and looked at Jiayi calmly.
“Next time you shoot somewhere where there is no one, don’t get caught.”
Yan Qingqing stood up and rushed towards Liu Shengge. Liu Shengge held down Yan Qingqing’s head with one hand and frowned. road.
"Just shoot, it's not too troublesome! In the future, Jia Yi will inherit a lot of things, and have many people to protect, and he also has to be like Han Qian's mother-in-law? He shot and no one was killed, something went wrong. , we old fathers can just solve the problem, but Jiayi, you deserve to be beaten, how can you let your mother know?"
Yan Qingqing frowned and said angrily.
"Liu Shengge, get out of here!"
Liu Shengge curled her lips and left. Did you think it was such a big deal to make a fuss over the phone? Wasn't it just a shot?
Go to the yamen gate and say hello, can't you just say that Feng Lun did it?
Liu Shengge left, and Han Chong'er ran over when he was going out.
"Dad Liu, if you are not busy, you can send me to mom's place."
Liu Shengge picked up Han Chong'er and frowned.
"Your mother probably doesn't want to see you very much."
"You can throw me into a mud puddle for a while, and then go see my mother again!"
At nine o'clock in the evening, Ji Jing opened the door. When she saw Han Chong'er standing at the door, Ji Jing was slightly startled.
Bang!
The door was closed.
Han Chong'er was also stunned, and then banged the door hard.
"Ms. Ji Jing, you'd better open the door for me, or I'll sue you for abandonment! Open the door, open the door! I know you are at home, don't hide in there and be silent, I know you are at home, Ji Jingya~Ji Jingya~Ji Jingya~Open the door~Open the door~”
(End of this chapter)