628. Chapter 620 Why does such a good woman love me?


Chapter 620 Why does such a good woman love me

After arguing all morning, Han Qian said one thing.

"Change it back first, and then solve it! I'll prepare the plan, Auntie is in charge of the food!"

Han Qian rubbed oil on the soles of his feet. By the time Wei Tiancheng chased him out of the villa, he had already I got on the motorcycle and fell on the ground. I held the motorcycle with both hands and ran forward. Then I got on the motorcycle and left the villa area with the sign "S".

It’s really impossible not to run.

Now the attitudes of both sides towards Liu Guangming are at two extremes.

While riding a motorcycle through Central Street, many strange faces appeared on the street.

It’s the kind that can be seen at a glance.

Blonde hair, blue eyes and white skin.

Hip-hop black guy with dreadlocks.

Han Qian lamented that the facial contours of white men in Europe and the United States are really more pleasing to the eye than the young boys and girls in China today.

The same is true for cosmetics and skin care products.

But he was dressed like a man. He was eating some peaches at home, the candies were super sweet, and Han Qian was whizzing past the crowd on his motorcycle.

A handsome blond guy and his blond girlfriend gave a thumbs up to Han Qian's back at the same time.

“cool!”

The two young men on the side, wearing big crotch pants, skull masks, and long hair fixed with fermentation, looked at the guy riding a motorcycle with envy.

"His Guoyi!"

Two girls with fashionable looks and standard looks faced Han Qian, who was riding a motorcycle, and put their hands into fists at the same time.

“Oppa wow~!”

No way!

Han Qian is so handsome.

It's snowing, and this guy is riding a motorcycle wearing a shirt, and he's as cold as a third grandson.

For the cultural promotion of the Chinese Lantern Festival, many tourists from all over the world gathered in Binhai. Too many people in the world were curious about the mysterious Chinese culture. Han Qian rode a motorcycle all the way to Glory, and got the car keys. Throw it to the security captain and run upstairs.

Go upstairs and open the door of Yan Qingqing's office.

“Damn it, hurry up, prepare a coffin, I’m going to freeze to death.”

Yan Qingqing looked at Han Qian who was wearing a shirt with tears streaming down his face. He stood up and walked into the dressing room, took out a small blanket and handed it to Han Qian, and then received a glass of hot water.

"My great general, you are no longer a child of seventeen or eighteen years old. Can you stop being so arrogant? How many seconds does it take to get dressed?"

Han Qian held the water glass in both hands and trembled.

"I, I, I, I, I didn't feel so cold when I was at Aunt Qian's house. I almost made the heads of those who wrote ink on me explode."

Yan Qingqing walked behind Han Qian, covered Han Qian's ears that were red from the cold with both hands, and said softly.

"Because of what?"

Han Qian didn't speak, and Yan Qingqing asked again.

“What are they looking for in your ink?”

Han Qian asked.

“What to eat for lunch.”

"Who is at Aunt Qian's house?"

"I want to eat dumplings!"

Yan Qingqing let go of her hand and said angrily.

"Han Qian, why should I talk to you?"

Han Qian turned his head and looked at Yan Qingqing and said seriously.

"You covered my ears so tightly with your little hands that I couldn't hear you? What did you say?"

Yan Qingqing laughed dryly, sat next to Han Qian and said with a smile.

"I forgot that I covered your ears. I said, what are you arguing about?"

While talking, Yan Qingqing lay on her side with Han Qian's legs on her head. On the sofa, Han Qian was holding a tea cup with one hand, and the other hand slid naturally along Yan Qingqing's collar. Yan Qingqing slapped the back of Han Qian's hand twice and scolded.

“What are you doing? What are you doing? It’s easy, isn’t it?”

Han Qian took back his hand and smiled dryly, imitating Yan Qingqing.

"It's really easy. It's completely a natural reaction of the body. What else can we argue about, because of Liu Guangming's matter."

Yan Qingqing held the hand in front of her and put it on her face Go up and whisper softly.

"You are the leader, you could just issue the order directly. Why do you have to listen to so many people's opinions."

Han Qian sighed.

"Huh, it would be easier if things were so easy to handle. Although they and I have interests involved, I still like to get along as equals. If I break the hearts of loyal people for someone who everyone thinks is a traitor, this is not Are you trying to shoot me in the foot? I didn't wash my hands."

Yan Qingqing rubbed Han Qian's hand and whispered.

"It's okay, I'm not as pretentious as Wen Nuan. Now it's just a few people agreeing and a few rejecting. Who will take the lead?"

"Nursery Rhymes Wei Tiancheng, Yeats and Tu Xiao, my Oh my god, Tong Yao and Ye Zhi were really arguing. If Sister Yang hadn’t stopped them, they would have started fighting at Aunt Qian’s house.”

“What did Aunt Qian say?”

"It would be great if she could talk. She just watched from the second floor without saying a word. Don't you understand Aunt Qian's character? I have to make the decision on everything. Now she is forcing me to beat everyone up. Honestly, but I thought about it, give me some dumplings and I’ll go to Aunt Ji’s place.”

Yan Qingqing sat up.

"I'm a stove, right? I run away when it's warm, right? What kind of stuffing can I eat?"

"If you don't want to eat shrimp, anything will do. Pickled cabbage is best, no industrial stuff. Dumplings, be jealous, I'm leaving. I have to talk to my Aunt Ji about something serious."

Han Qian left as soon as he left. Yan Qingqing chased him out with a blanket about twenty seconds later. "It's cold, ancestors!"

"It's okay, I'm upset so I won't get angry."

Han Qian entered the elevator, Yan Qingqing sighed, then looked at little Yang Jia and frowned.

"I invited you here to watch a stupid drama with 20,000 yuan a month? Damn it, go buy dumplings, don't...I forgot, buy them according to your brother Qian'er's taste."

Little Yang Jia stood up hurriedly and whispered.

"Mr. Yan, this crazy drama is really profitable. I just had an idea and suddenly wanted to make a plan!"

Yan Qingqing raised her eyebrows.

"You? Planning? Am I stupid?"

Little Yang Jia sighed.

"It's a pity that Brother Qian'er just said three or five words to me. If you say more, you can definitely make it happen."

"What did he say?"

Little Yang Jia imitated Han Qian and hurried past, pointed at his computer and said.

“This thing can be invested.”

Then Xiao Yangjia looked at Yan Qingqing and said seriously.

“Then he ran away.”

Yan Qingqing took a deep breath and then shouted.

"Little Yang Jia!"

"Here!"

"Go buy dumplings!"

"Yes!"

Xiao Yangjia whispered softly as she left.

“I don’t know how to make money by investing in TV series?”

After Xiao Yangjia left, Yan Qingqing called the planning department and asked them to make a plan around the TV series. Analyzing how this stupid drama makes money, Yan Qingqing doesn't believe that Han Qian can think of it, but others can't think of it!

Han Qian quietly pushed open the door of Ji Jing's office. Looking at Ji Jing lying on the table playing with toffee, Han Qian whispered softly.

“Stop playing~ Do you have to work?”

Ji Jing sat up and glanced at Han Qian, then lay down on the table and whispered.

"I'm lazy~ I don't want to work, are you worried that I won't be happy?"

Han Qian stepped forward, opened the toffee and stuffed it into his mouth, smiling.

"It's so sweet."

Then he pulled up a chair and sat across from Ji Jing, resting his chin on the table. The two faced each other, and Han Qian murmured in a low voice.

"I'm not happy, Aunt Ji. They all want Liu Guangming to die."

Ji Jing pouted at Han Qian and whispered.

"Lan Lan sent me a text message in the morning saying that she would not go to work today. I knew that you must have argued about this matter in the past. My eldest nephew, have you ever thought about something?"

Han Qian blinked at Ji Jing, and Ji Jing sighed.

"In fact, no one wants Liu Guangming to die, including Wei Tiancheng and Gao Guangxi, who are the most quarrelsome. They have a very good relationship with Liu Guangming. Wei Tiancheng can introduce Liu Guangming to you, how can you? Have you forgotten? No one around you wants him to die. He will be sad if he dies, including me. After all, this person is gone if he says he is gone, and too many people have left in the past year. I hope Only one person died, Liu Guangming.”

Han Qian's face was full of grievances.

“It’s not me!”

Ji Jing stretched out her hand and pinched Han Qian’s face, saying softly.

"You don't want to admit it, you don't even dare to think about it. I know you have a way to bring Liu Guangming back, but you can't let everyone smile when he comes back. Someone needs to sing this black face, even What you said with this black face may be true, but true! But when you decided to kill Liu Guangming, Wei Tiancheng was silent and sadder than anyone else."

Han Qian sighed.

"I have a headache and feel very uncomfortable. It's just like what you said. They all talk about killing Liu Guangming, but I really thought about it, but I can't do it."

Ji Jing narrowed her eyes softly. vocal channel.

"It's not that difficult. In fact, there are not that many worries. There is no need to think about this kind of thing. Follow your plan to bring Liu Guangming back. Whether he lives or dies depends on him. How capable a person is, you just need to say the last word and make a decision, my nephew, believe me now! When Liu Guangming is away, Wei Tiancheng says to kill him. When Liu Guangming comes back, Wei Tiancheng will come up with another way to replace the killing. You are the boss! No one wants the boss to be sad, and no one wants their old friend to die. If you don't come here today, I still want to find you."

Han Qian sighed and Ji Jing said softly.

"I still want to find you. I will ask you, eldest nephew, if we don't kill Liu Guangming. I also want to tell you~ I won't spend Valentine's Day with you, I want to be with Lan. Lan, Beloved also wants to go and play with Beibei.”

Han Qian sat up and whispered.

“I have time.”

Ji Jing shook her head.

"Yeah, I know you have time, but Wen Nuan didn't bother us even on Christmas, and it's Valentine's Day~ You haven't even been with Wen Nuan once~ I will solve the problem of nursery rhymes!"

Han Qian looked at Ji Jing, she is so good, so good, so good, why are there such good women in this world.

Then Han Qian raised his head with pride on his face, and Ji Jing covered her mouth and smiled.

"Are you thinking that a reasonable woman like me likes you, so I am proud."

Han Qian has a big mouth.

“It’s amazing~ Aunt Ji, you’re amazing~”

Ji Jing said with a smile.

"Hehe~hehehe~"

(End of this chapter)

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