Chapter 579: Whip or Fengyoujing
Wan Fang and Gu Qingyun met each other’s parents.
Not to mention Zhou Hui is not satisfied with Wan Fang, but Lao Gu is really satisfied.
He could feel it clearly.
In just one week, Gu Qingyun has changed. At least when Gu Qingyun and Wan Fang get along, he can feel that Gu Qingyun is not on the passive side. He has his own opinions. .
Lao Gu was satisfied.
Han Qian, who had been busy all day with him, was also dragged into drinking by Lao Gu.
Qian Ling waved with her back to the door. Han Qian left. A gust of cold wind came. Han Qian shivered. He did not dare to sleep on the roadside. If he slept here for one night, the whole city would be affected tomorrow. Everyone has to go to his house for dinner, and they have to pay two hundred yuan.
I stopped a taxi and gave an address casually.
When Yeats looked at Mr. Han sitting at the door of Yezhai Pavilion, he got out of the car and trotted forward, helped Han Qian up and said with a frown.
"Why are you here? I... smell so much of alcohol. Why are you drinking so much if you can't drink?"
Han Qian leaned his whole body against Yeats and whispered with his eyes closed. road.
"Gu... Gu Qingyun is getting married. The wedding date is... set... on January 22nd. Gu... Gu's father seems to be very happy... so..."
< br>"Okay, okay, my husband! I understand, go take a shower first, why are you vomiting all over yourself! You are not afraid of freezing to death outside."
Han Qian stopped talking. Yeats helped Han Qian up to the second floor. If she hadn't been unable to sleep and glanced at the position of the tablet, she wouldn't have known that Han Qian had gone to Ye Zhai Pavilion to go to the bathroom. When the bath water was being filled, Han Qian suddenly rushed into the bathroom, hugged the toilet and started vomiting. Yeats patted Han Qian on the back, his eyes filled with distress.
Everyone thinks that Han Qian should put them first, and Han Qian's character is also a problem.
After being busy for a while, Han Qian lay in the bathtub, closing his eyes and enjoying Yeats bathing him. After a while, Han Qian suddenly spoke.
“Just put on the whole stockings.”
Yeats frowned and looked at Han Qian with his mouth open.
“I’m just wrapping myself up in stockings, what can you do?”
Han Qian stopped talking. Yeats thought he fell asleep. After about three minutes, Han Qian opened his eyes.
“Where are your stockings?”
Yeats closed his eyes and took a deep breath.
"Mr. Han, it's minus 20 degrees outside tonight, and I'm wearing stockings to pick you up? Am I crazy?"
"Then... I'll go find my empress!"
Han Qian struggled to go out, but Yeats said nothing, and finally Yeats said helplessly.
"Put it on, put it on, put it on now! You go to bed and wait while you go, can I wear two pairs, one black and one white?"
"Yuyuyuyu... Internet!"
Yeats really didn't know what to say. When he helped Han Qian to the bedroom, Han Qian broke away from Yeats' support.
"I...I can...walk by myself...you...change!"
"Okay, okay, change, change, change!"
When Yeats went to the office dressing room and changed into black stockings and came back, Han Qian had already fallen asleep and didn't know what to do. Yeats sat on He smiled helplessly on the chair, then took out his mobile phone and took a photo of his beautiful legs and sent it to Moments and added a text.
[Mr. Han, you said you were so guilty that you were unconscious, why are you still tossing me back and forth about wearing this! 】
Then Yeats took off his coat, opened the quilt, got into bed, and kissed Han Qian hard on the face.
The fragrant Mr. Han is cuter.
While Yeats was sleeping, her circle of friends exploded!
This is the first time Yeats has announced his relationship status on his circle of friends or social software.
Yeats’s circle of friends is in trouble.
This time.
Sexy black stockings legs photos.
Paired with such ambiguous words.
Yeats’s WeChat Moments exploded, with 99+ comments instantly. Relatives and friends sent messages one after another. Ye’s mother, who was up late at night, looked at her daughter’s Moments and the comments from relatives. Mom sighed.
It’s okay now. I was originally curious about what my daughter was doing.
Okay now, we have something to talk about during the Chinese New Year.
Isn’t this tossing Xiao Qian back and forth?
Among all Han Qian's mothers-in-law, there is no one who does not feel sorry for him. The elders like them clearly see what this child has gone through and the pressure he endures every day, even though they know that there are many girls around this son-in-law.
Dad Ye came over, looked at Ma Ye and frowned.
"What's going on? My relatives are calling me, asking if my daughter is in love."
Mama Ye took out her cell phone and handed it to Dad Ye with a smile.
“My daughter naughtily posted on Moments. She probably forgot to block us relatives. Our relatives were already curious about our daughter’s work and relationship status. My daughter has been living in Binhai for the past few years, and now she suddenly announced Yes, there will definitely be people who are curious. Lao Ye, tell me, is Han Qian good or bad to our daughter?”
Father Ye glanced at the phone, then looked down at his legs and said seriously. "My daughter's legs are dripping, follow me!"
Ye Ma said with a smile.
"Go! She's starting to be pretty again, isn't she? Let me ask you a question. You said there are so many girls around Xiao Qian. What do you say to our daughter? I like Xiao Qian. What do you think of this child? How pleasing to the eye, but..."
Dad Ye poured a cup of hot tea and said with a smile.
"But what?"
Ye Ma sighed.
“I always feel that Han Qian is not as doting on our daughter as he is on the other girls?”
Dad Ye spat out a piece of tea leaf and curled his lips.
“You know nothing.”
Early in the morning.
It's snowing.
Han Qian was sitting on the bed, shirtless, looking out the window at the snow-covered zoo in the distance. The dragon and snake tattoo on his right arm seemed to come alive when Han Qian stretched, especially the one holding the Snake head with dragon head.
Feeling the temperature in the room and looking at the snowy scene outside, Han Qian pulled a bath towel on the chair around his body, poured a glass of water and walked to the window to light a cigarette.
Smoke in the left hand, water in the right hand, looking at the snowy scene outside and opening his mouth.
"Xue blows drunk and his face is not as cold as cold, and he trusts thousands of mountains and ten thousand mountains."
Han Qian originally wanted to say that Yaozhi was not Xue's, but when he heard the sound of the door opening behind him, he felt that he should be a bit more qualified.
Pretend to be cool.
"The sky is thirty miles away from the Qiongqiong, and the catkins are flying to look at you! Bang!"
The poem is correct and has a profound meaning.
But what's going on with this crisp whipping sound?
Han Qian turned his head. When he saw Yeats, who was wearing a black leather jacket and with pink devil horns on his head, Han Qian suddenly recalled the fear of being dominated by Fengyoujing a few years ago.
I wanted to smoke to relieve my tension, but ended up putting the water glass in my mouth. When I wanted to drink water, I threw the cigarette butt into the water glass.
Yeats narrowed his eyes and smiled.
"Why is Mr. Han so nervous? With scars all over his body and big flowery arms, is this man from the Northeast so nervous?"
Han Qian took a step back and said tremblingly.
“Morning...ah~~”
Yeats walked towards Han Qian wearing a pair of knee-high reflective black leather boots.
Every time the heel hit the floor, the sound was like a hammer hitting Han Qian's heart. Han Qian took a step back and leaned against the window, his eyes twitching.
"Miss Ye, I have no grievances with you in the past!"
Yeats nodded.
"Well, there is no grudge! I just feel jealous when I look at the scars on Mr. Han's body, and none of them are for Miss Ye!"
After saying this, Han Qian grabbed the teacup and got offal. On the windowsill, he picked up a sharp piece of the teacup and stabbed his right arm!
"If you dare to harm yourself, I will chop off your arm!"
The sharp porcelain piece stuck to his skin, and then Han Qian slowly put the piece down and took a deep breath.
"Miss Ye, I think we can reconcile!"
"Whip, Fengyoujing chooses one yourself!"
"Whip!"
"Eye mask , Xiaoqiu chooses one himself.”
“Eye patch!”
Yeats nodded.
"Okay! Then Fengyoujing and small balls! Mr. Han, I want to make you remember. If I don't wear stockings, you will find Yan Qingqing, right? Ha~"
Yeats Walking forward and closing the curtains, Han Qian rushed to the door with a quick stride, but no matter how hard he tried to open the door, it would not open. Yeats, who was wearing a leather jacket, pinched his waist with one hand, and the long whip in his other hand fell to the ground.
“Crack!”
A white whip mark appeared on the floor.
Han Qian turned around.
Yeats glanced at the big bed. Han Qian got on the bed obediently and pulled the quilt to cover himself, with a look of grievance on his face.
"You have to pity others~"
(End of this chapter)