Chapter 399 The child monster who lost money
Han Qian really came to see Tongyao. He calculated the time and Yu Shici went to pick up Tongyao from get off work and just got home before Han Qian came.
It was still early, and the three of them were sitting on the bed playing Landlords. Han Qian suggested that they play with stickers. Tong Yao held the poker in both hands and shook his head, then leaned close to Han Qian's neck and sniffed.
"The smell of Bobo MILF~ Enemy, have you brought any money?"
Han Qian pushed Tongyao's head away and smiled.
"Are you a dog? You and Ji Jing went to see Yang Caihuan at noon. Let me take a look at the money!"
After being tricked for a long time, Han Qian took out a lot of money from his body. He didn't even know what the money was. When did Ji Jing stuff it for him, she counted it and looked at Nursery Rhyme.
“I have more than 6,000 cash now.”
Tongyue’s eyes lit up after saying this. She turned around and took out several bags and started looking through them. After struggling for a while, she found More than four thousand in cash, he said with a mischievous smile.
"We are friends who play with money. One hundred cents, not one or two cents, just three cents! Come on, come on, Yu Shici, do you have money? I can borrow you, and the interest is one cent a day. Hundreds.”
Yu Shici pouted and took out a wad of cash.
Start playing cards.
Half an hour later, Han Qian got out of bed and smiled.
"I'm going to buy groceries."
Watching Han Qian leave with a thick wad of cash, Tong Yao's heart almost broke.
half an hour.
Three thousand and one.
Not a single point left, everyone lost.
Tong Yao sat on the bed sluggishly, lowering his head and said blankly.
“Lost, lost, all lost, my living expenses for this month are gone!”
Tong Yao lowered her head and looked at the empty wallet in her hand. Han Qian, a shameless straight man, finally won even a 50-cent steel penny.
Yu Shici arranged the cash in his hand and muttered softly.
“I don’t use cash when I go out now, I prepare it all for him! So do you, Han Qian fights landlords in the company every day, how can you think you can win!”
Tongyao suddenly raised his hand, pressed Yu Shici's shoulders with both hands, and spoke with anger and unwillingness in his eyes.
"You know Han Qian will definitely win, right? So you did it on purpose, right? How much money have you won over me, little bitch. How much money have you won over me!"
Yu Shici, who had been working for the whole day, was a little dizzy from being shaken. He lay weakly on the bed without saying a word. Tongyao began to look through his bag, and after rummaging around, he found one dollar of steel coins and six dimes.
The mentality of nursery rhymes has collapsed, and Yu’s poems are powerless.
“Don’t you have more than one million in your bank card?”
Tongyao turned to look at Yu Shici and said seriously.
"What about the money? Your monthly salary is one million, right? Yan Qingqing has several one million, Aunt Ji and your salary are about the same, I am the only poor one, and the school is either closed or closed for a day Feng! What should I do if Han Qian dies?”
Yu Shici didn't want to talk much, so he rambled on to himself while rummaging through boxes of nursery rhymes.
"You bastard, you really beat me! You can die if you give in to me! Han Qian, bastard, I will give you eight sons, I will exhaust you and me to death!"
< br>Yu Shici turned over and turned his back to Tongyao. He took a pillow and put it on his head. Not wanting to listen to her nagging, Tongyao sat on the ground and whined with his eyes blank.
“I don’t even want to drive a car. If I hadn’t come to Binhai, I wouldn’t have met Han Qian. If I hadn’t met Han Qian, I wouldn’t have been unemployed. If I hadn’t been unemployed, I wouldn’t have owed money. I wouldn’t have owed money. I won’t have a relationship with Han Qian, and I won’t lose money if I don’t!”
Tong Yao suddenly stood up, hit her head on the drawer, and crawled onto the bed with a grin on her face.
"Sister Shici~Give me some pocket money~"
Yu Shici turned his back to the nursery rhyme again and muttered softly.
"You just called me a little bitch! You need to be hungry. I'm so tired. I'll take a nap."
Tongyao looked at Yu Shici's pale face and sighed feebly. After taking a breath, he ran to the door of the living room and knelt down, clasping his hands together and chanting sutras.
"Great Merciful and Compassionate Guanyin Bodhisattva, you must make Han Qian kind and ask him to return the money to me!"
Han Qian came back when the nursery rhyme was blaring. The moment he opened the door, the nursery rhyme whispered.
"Friend, you are back, I will take off your shoes!"
Han Qian was so frightened that he jumped out of the door with a cry, and the spinach in his hand flew out, with a look of horror on his face looking at nursery rhymes.
"What are you doing? Child monster, why are you changing my shoes? Why are you drooling when you look at my feet? Did you let Nuan Nuan bite you?"
Tong Yao stood up and smiled naively. .
"Enemies...hehe...good enemies...hehehe, come in quickly."
Han Qian shook his head vigorously.
"I won't go in, tell me what you want to do first!"
Tong Yao walked out of the door and hugged Han Qian's arm, raising his head.
“My friend, do you think I’m cute?”
Han Qian shook his head vigorously.
"I see you are a little scared! What are you going to do?"
"Will you give me back the money you won?"
Han Qian smiled, Tong Yao also laughed, and then Han Qian took a deep breath.
“No return!”
The smile on Tong Yao's face disappeared, and then she ran into the room in a hurry. Soon after, Yu Shici's lazy voice came out.
"Don't hurt him, his physical injuries haven't healed yet!"
Tong Yao sat weakly on the bed, then ran out of the room and directly pressed Han Qian on the bed. Han Qian stood on the sofa, his eyes burning, and Han Qian wailed when he saw this.
“Not good, there are a lot of wounds on my body.”
“Bah! I don’t want your body, I want money! Give me your money, my friend!”
Han Qian put his hands on Tong Yao's shoulders and said seriously.
"If you win, will you give it back to me?" Nursery Rhyme shook her head seriously.
“Why should I give it back to you if I win!”
“Then I won’t give it to you either!”
"Enemies, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah!"
Once money is involved, Tong Yao's mind is not very bright. In the past, she was too embarrassed to ask Han Qian for money, so she had to borrow it. Today, she can't. .
She wants to rob!
Seeing that Nursery Rhyme was about to eat people, Han Qian hurriedly took out a wad of cash, cash to the left, Nursery Rhyme's eyes to the left, cash to the right, eyes to the right, Han Qian suddenly felt a little funny, swaying left and right After three rounds, Tongyao's eyes fell on Han Qian's Adam's apple, and Han Qian was busy stuffing the money into Tongyao's collar.
Not long after, Yu Shici walked out of the bedroom, stretched out and exposed his slender waist.
Yu Shici's waist is really thin, warm waist is slightly thinner, but her hips are also narrow, which looks pretty good, but Yu Shici's hips are a little wider, and she is wearing a pair of low-waisted casual pants. Why? Look how sexy it is.
The sleepy Yu Shici yawned.
“Have you eaten?”
Tong Yao, who was sitting cross-legged on the sofa and counting money, turned around and said with a smile.
“Eat whatever you want, little bitch.”
Yu Shici rolled his eyes and sighed.
"You're so dirty, can't you count the money without spitting on it? After a while, Han Qian will beat you, and you will be honest! I don't want to eat meat, just do it as you see fit, I feel a little uncomfortable!"< br>
While talking, Han Qian had already stood up and walked to Yu Shici's side, touched the girl's forehead, and then put his hand into his clothes and touched Yu Shici's back.
It’s hot!
Han Qian frowned.
"Where else are you uncomfortable?"
"Sleepy, mulberry hurts, my arms hurt, and my whole body feels weak."
Han Qian picked up Yu Shici and walked toward the entrance door, saying softly.
"Nursery Rhyme, drive!"
"Oh. OK, OK, OK."
When they arrived at the hospital, Yu Shici became serious and was already in a semi-conscious state. Han Qian waited at the entrance of the laboratory department for a long time. The answer he got was viral pneumonia. It was not known whether it was contagious or not.
After hearing this, Han Qian sighed feebly, waved to the doctor in the laboratory, and returned to the isolation ward. He stood outside the glass window and looked at Yu Shici who was getting an injection. Han Qian crossed his arms and frowned. People passing by looked at these men with gloomy faces and walked around.
As soon as Han Qian took out his cigarette, Jiang Xian walked out of the ward, glared at Han Qian and frowned.
"What are you doing? Going crazy again? The problem is not serious, lack of rest, decreased immunity, and many nutritional indicators of the body are low, but you need to be hospitalized for a period of time, pneumonia is still serious, poetry is too tiring I'm going to talk to Nuan Nuan."
Han Qian sighed and shook his head.
"Forget it, it's useless to talk to her. She doesn't have the heart. I'll enjoy my place as a substitute for poetry tomorrow."
Pa!
A magazine fell into Han Qian's arms, Jiang Xian raised her eyebrows.
"Do you think you still have time to worry about enjoying things? The Crown Prince of the Black Empire? There are endless rumors outside. Do you know what is the most outrageous thing?"
Han Qian frowned.
"What?"
"Say you are doing MLM."
Jiang Xian left, Han Qian sat on a chair in the corridor and looked at Yu's poems inside. She seemed to have never rested. , I am busy at any time, even when I am blind.
Soon after, the Mairuos couple came. Han Qian stood up and saluted. Mother Yu looked at Han Qian with resentment in her eyes and walked into the ward with a cold snort.
Mairu Si patted Han Qian's shoulder.
"Ignore her."
Han Qian sighed.
“It’s my fault.”
Myrus said seriously.
“Why don’t you call me DAD.”
Han Qian touched his nose and whispered.
“I’m not very used to this title.”
“Just call me Lao Lao and do as the Romans do! Don’t be too stressed. Being sick is something everyone will experience in life. If I don’t know you well, I will be angry, but you can’t even guarantee that your body is intact, so I’m not angry! Will you go to the company to help with poetry tomorrow? I also held the position of senior executive when I was in the United States.”
Han. Qian pointed to the fire escape. After the two walked in, Myrus handed Han Qian a cigar. Han Qian lit one and whispered.
"The poem said, you are an American."
Myrus nodded.
"This does not affect the fact that I am French, but my nationality is American. You seem to be in some trouble recently. What kind of black empire is this?"
Han Qian frowned and thought for a while. Yes, he said with a wry smile.
"I can't say for sure, but I'm pretty sure I'm pretty sure! In short, I'm not a good person in the eyes of outsiders."
Myrus nodded.
"You are not a good person in my eyes either!"
Han Qian's face was filled with helplessness, when Sun Zhengmin called.
“Go! Go in and squat.”
“Don’t go, Shici is sick. I’ll go in when I’m better!”
Then he hung up the phone, Mailu Si looked sideways at Han Qian and frowned.
"Isn't this the Black Empire?"
(End of this chapter)