Chapter 641: Yao Yue
Yan Qingqing didn’t eat two leaves in total, Nuan Nuan held a big bowl and ate a small pot.
After eating, Nuan Nuan lay on the small bed on the balcony.
"I'm going to sleep~"
Yan Qingqing leaned close to Nuan Nuan without giving up and whispered.
"Don't sleep! I get more irritable when you sleep. I work hard late every day, but I think very little, why can you sleep!"
Wen Nuan sat up and pointed at his head.
"Human beings are different, and of course humans and foxes are also different. You have worked hard for so many years to become so big. Sisters, I was only 1.73 meters tall when I was born!"
< br>Yan Qingqing bit her upper lip and nodded. .
“Yeah! Okay, Nuan Nuan, you are really good at it!”
Wen Nuan smiled.
"That's pretty good, what should I say? And you said your breasts are bigger than mine? Tell me, tell me~ Who would get angry with an idiot!"
Lie down again warmly. .
Yan Qingqing seemed to be really anxious. She ran upstairs and got into the warm room to start thinking about work. Han Qian looked at the warmth of sleeping and went upstairs to take a look at Yan Qingqing. He really couldn’t say anything. What, but it would be good to put some pressure on Yan Qingqing.
As darkness approached, Wen Nuan opened his eyes in a daze, looked at Han Qian who was sitting on the sofa watching TV without turning on the light, and said softly.
"Where are the people? Are they all gone?"
Han Qian smiled.
"No~ Aunt Ji is upstairs chatting with Nursery about school. My empress is working in the room because you are stimulating her. You have slept all afternoon. Can you still fall asleep at night?"< br>
Wen Nuan shook his head.
"Don't sleep. I can have another day off tomorrow, Sunday. Come on! Let's play some games!"
Nuan Nuan took Han Qian to play games until after two o'clock, and Han Qian slept in a small bed on the first floor.
Yan Qingqing stayed up late working until after two o'clock, and then was forced to sleep by Wen Nuan.
On Sunday, Han Qian couldn't hold on after three hours at home. He had been listening to them arguing since he opened his eyes in the morning. He was either very irritable or simply felt a little noisy.
Just in time to receive a call from Lin Zongheng, Han Qian also found a reason to go out.
Going downstairs and getting into Xu Hongchang's car, he soon arrived at the golf course. Lin Zongheng saw Han Qian limping over from afar, raised his eyebrows and shouted.
"Have you imitated the eunuch?"
Han Qian frowned and replied.
"Fuck you, what did you say to me on the phone?"
Han Qian stepped forward without saying a word, punched Lin Zongheng, and Lin Zongheng was crooked. He grabbed his head and two invitations appeared in front of Han Qian.
“I invite you to my wife’s birthday dinner and the party at the Binhai Yamen Gate to welcome investors to Binhai.”
Two invitations.
Han Qian took the invitation and glanced at Lin Zongheng, frowning.
"You invited me? Can I not go?"
Lin Zongheng stretched out his hand to straighten Han Qian's collar and said softly.
“Why did you come out to see me without tidying up your appearance?”
Han Qian frowned and Lin Zongheng said again.
“I’m just giving you the invitation. It’s up to you whether you go or not. My legs are on your body, so I can’t tie you there, but I still have to call you here today. One thing, you see how boring it is for us to fight and fight, and others are still laughing at us. Bin County is pretty good, find an opportunity to swallow it up for Chen Qiang? "
Han Qian squinted at Lin Zongheng. .
"Really, I don't believe even a single punctuation mark of what you said."
Hua Luo took out the invitation and patted Lin Zongheng on the chest.
"I have no interest in your party, and I don't need so-called invitations to the places I want to go. You bastard! Times have changed. I am not the brat of the past, and you are not the CEO of Changxiang."
Lin Zongheng shrugged.
"What you said makes sense, but Han Qian, I have to say one more thing. If I fell from being a detective back then, will you be able to secure your position in this position?"
< br>"Oh."
Lin Zongheng's brows suddenly frowned, staring at Han Qian and frowning.
"Can you stop being such a fucking scumbag? I've been nagging you so much and you just give me one?"
Han Qian frowned.
"What else? I'll recite Mulan's poem to you, chirp again chirp? The main thing is that you can't give me any threats now, really! Lin Zongheng, if you never show up, let me not know who you are. Life or death, I will be even more afraid, but...what should I tell you? Are you hungry? Please eat a bowl of noodles."
Lin Zongheng shrugged.
“I won’t be polite to you.”
Lin Zongheng drove and Han Qian took the car. This was the first time the two of them sat in the same car. Han Qian complained that the Mercedes-Benz was crowded, while Lin Zongheng frowned while driving.
"Really, you are really suitable for sitting upside down and riding a donkey. Han Qian, you have been like a bitch all your life."
Han Qian clicked A cigarette frowned.
"What? I'm carrying a bastard shell like you? What nonsense, give me the lighter!"
"Give me a cigarette, or you can rub your fingers."
Han Qian handed Lin Zongheng a cigarette, and Lin Zongheng handed Han Qian a lighter. After lighting the cigarette, Han Qian put the lighter along the window After throwing it away, Lin Zongheng put his arm around Han Qian's neck and took the cigarette he lit to light the cigarette in his mouth.
After walking around for more than an hour, the two found a fly restaurant.
It was extremely small, with only three tables in total. When the two of them walked in, Lin Zongheng frowned and shouted.
“Here comes a bowl of noodles, how spicy!”
The boss who was cleaning the table didn't respond at all. Lin Zongheng frowned and shouted again.
“I said we’d meet later!”
After sitting down, Han Qian picked up the small book on the table and said softly.
“Stop shouting, deaf-mute, I have a child who is relatively healthy, but they sent her to another place. They said that if I followed them here, they would worry that the child would be looked down upon by people like you.”
After Han Qian finished writing the noodles he asked for, he handed it to the boss who was cleaning the table. Only then did the honest man realize that someone was coming and he quickly took out a pen and wrote down a few words.
"Wait."
Lin Zongheng looked at the words on the paper and frowned.
"It's okay if you can't speak. You're born with such a bad tone?"
Han Qian put his chin in his hands and looked at Lin Zongheng, smiling.
"If you can't hear, can you feel the modal particles in this world? Lin Zongheng, what is the most funny and heart-wrenching sentence you have ever heard?"
Lin Zongheng sat across from Han Qian and curled his lips.
"I'm sorry, I love you."
Han Qian shook his head and smiled.
"No, no, no, it was a deaf-mute who got into a car accident and edited a text message to his friend, 'They hit me with a car.'"
Lin Zongheng raised his head and smiled. Smiling and lowering his head without saying a word, Han Qian brought two bowls of noodles. Han Qian took out his mobile phone and typed a few words, and also sent an emoticon that he thought was very stupid. The boss smiled and extended his words to Han Qian. Hold out two fingers.
Han Qian took out 20 yuan and handed it to the boss. The boss gave him four yuan. Lin Zongheng looked at Han Qian.
“You are short of these four dollars?”
Han Qian shook his head.
"Not bad, but everyone has their own dignity and life that they should enjoy. Can you accept charity?"
Lin Zongheng took a bite of noodles and said vaguely.
"I can accept the millions the prince has given me."
Han Qian shrugged and said softly.
“I used to hate emoticons, but now I find emoticons very useful. It can show the emotion and attitude of what I am saying to people who can’t hear me. Bastard, I find that you have changed. You don’t seem to be the cold-blooded animal you used to be. ”
Lin Zongheng shook his head.
"No, I still don't have such a thing as feelings. It's very troublesome. I didn't listen well."
Han Qian pouted.
“Come, eat garlic.”
“I don’t eat onions, ginger, and garlic. I have sent you the invitation to the party. The rest is up to you to decide.”
Han Qian smiled.
“Another bowl?”
While the two were talking, the thick curtain of the noodle shop was opened, and two sturdy men walked in. They didn't speak or order noodles, but just stared at Lin Zongheng and Han Qian. Han Qian took a sip of noodle soup and took the noodles. He wiped his mouth with a tissue and said softly.
"Is this the reason for your appointment with me in the afternoon?"
Lin Zongheng raised his head and looked at Han Qian, and wiped his mouth very gentlemanly.
"Do you believe me when I say I don't know what's going on? There is no need for me to attack you at this time, and I will not give you a reason to attack me."
Han Qian shrugged.
"The facts are before our eyes."
Lin Zongheng stood up, took off his windbreaker and handed it to Han Qian, then lit a cigarette and blew out the smoke.
"Get it, I'll peel off the dirty skin for you."
(End of this chapter)