Chapter 655 Buddha Said I’m Cute
It was a bit late for Han Qian, but it was just right for others. Nuannuan wore Han Qian’s military coat and went out.
Still the old rule, eat warm, Han Qian watched.
It’s not that Han Qian is not allowed to eat. It’s because Han Qian had problems with his teeth a long time ago. It may also be due to too many fights. Now he can’t eat anything hot, cold or sour. Eat, sweet ones...
I don’t eat sweet ones at all.
Nuannuan took Han Qian's hand and walked out of the community, and Han Qian whispered.
"What are you doing?"
"Go to the beach and drown you."
Han Qian stopped and looked at Wen Nuan.
“You look very sweet, even if you don’t speak, you are very sweet.”
Nuan Nuan frowned.
“Can anyone speak more harshly than Yan Qingqing?”
Han Qian was in a dilemma.
Having stopped the taxi, Han Qian looked at the warmth carrying a bag of popsicles and said softly after getting in the car.
"Go to the Yamen Gate first. Feng Lun said he would beat me to death."
Nuan Nuan bit her popsicle and looked at Han Qian, then pouted.
"Mom."
Han Qian pushed Wen Nuan's head away, Wen Nuan was not angry and said softly.
"Don't you and Feng Lun have a good relationship? Why did he want to kill you?"
Han Qian was about to speak, but then he thought it was not easy to talk about this in a taxi. , got off the car at the entrance of the Yamenmen. When Han Qian gave the money, the taxi guy said he didn’t want anything. Finally, Wen Nuan took out a popsicle and gave it to the guy.
Arrival fee.
It was already eight o'clock in the evening. Han Qian stood in the yard at the yamen gate and raised his head to look at the bright light in Cheng Jin's office, biting a popsicle in Nuan Nuan and murmuring.
“The building in front of our Binhai Yamen is too dilapidated. We can’t let them enjoy working in it. I’ll free up two floors for them.”
Han Qian squinted at Wen Nuan. , Nuan Nuan frowned.
“What’s wrong?”
Han Qian asked, pointing to the glass door of the main entrance of the Yamenmen.
“Did you smash it?”
Wen Nuan nodded.
"Yeah! I came to ask them if they had any news about your disappearance. They said no, so I smashed the glass door with my mobile phone. I haven't replaced the mobile phone yet. Look! The paint is peeling off here. "
Nuan Nuan took out his cell phone and tapped Han Qian's forehead lightly. Han Qian shrugged.
"I'll go search the temple's merit box later and buy one for you!"
The two of them went upstairs to Cheng Jin's office. Looking at Cheng Jin who stayed up late to light the lamp and was still working, Han Qian said with a smile. .
"Why are you working so hard? How old are you, why are you still struggling like this?"
Cheng Jin raised his head and glanced at Han Qian, took off his glasses and put them on the desk. At this time Nuan Nuan stepped forward and handed the last popsicle to Cheng Jin.
“Give.”
If Nuan Wen can take the initiative to give the snacks in his hand to someone who doesn't like eating them, it means that Wen Nuan really has a good impression of this person.
It’s a pity that Cheng Jin has a toothache and can’t eat anything cold.
Cheng Jin looked at Han Qian and sighed.
“There are too many messy things. The township owes a developer some money. The amount is not much, more than 8 million. But the person who was in charge died suddenly due to illness, so the debt was delayed. It took a long time, and now the court has ruled that the interest alone is more than six million. Now the township The money is not enough, the principal is fine, and the interest is paid less, but the other party does not agree. Now the two parties are very unhappy, hanging and committing suicide. If you don't talk about these annoying things, why are you two so late at night? "He ran over."
Wen Nuan pointed at Han Qian and looked at Cheng Jin.
"He took a bunch of girls home to play while I was away."
Han Qian stood up and shouted.
"Don't talk nonsense. I didn't bring the girl home to play. It was all an accident. Old man, I came over to tell you something. I think you should have already talked about the video between Feng Lun and me. Got it."
Cheng Jin shook his head.
"I don't know about this. I asked D20 to stop monitoring your mobile phone. They have no right to monitor other people's lives. Tell me! What did Feng Lun say to you in the video? Where? ”
Han Qian smiled.
“I really don’t know where this person is.”
Cheng Jin sneered at Han Qian.
"Just pretend, I won't ask if you don't tell me, just tell me! What's going on here?"
Han Qian stepped forward, opened his mouth and took a bite from the warm hand Popsicle, said vaguely.
"Can you get that D20 team away? Let Feng Lun be killed by Li Shaoqi. If Feng Lun can't kill Li Shaoqi, he will kill me. What do you think we should do? How about you also give me the entire D80?"
Cheng Jin shrugged and pouted.
"Don't even think about this matter. Have you forgotten how old Li Shaoqi's relative you fucked is? How dare you fuck that person's head and let Luo Qing pick up his daughter? I have no right. It’s impossible to use the D80 you mentioned to command that small team, but we can find two people in the city bureau to protect you.”
Han Qian raised his eyebrows and leaned on his desk to flip through Cheng Jin’s work notes. After a few pages, he replied casually.
"People from the city bureau? Do you want them to protect me, or do you want me to protect them? Huh? Why is it your job to find a widow?"
Cheng Jin took the note and frowned.
"Look carefully! This is a matter of today's Women's Federation meeting. Get lost, get lost, I have no control over the affairs of the team next to Li Shaoqi."
Han Qian said oh, and then said road.
“Lin Zongheng gave me two invitations, one from the yamen gate and one from his wife. They were at the same time and in different places. Is there anyone going to Lin Zongheng’s side?”
Cheng Jin smiled.
"In a city, I am responsible for urban development, investment promotion, and urban construction. These are not within the scope of Bai Shuji's work."
Han Qian stood up straight and frowned.
"In this way, if Baitao doesn't come to this party, you have to go. If Feng Lun comes, you will be in trouble if you kill Li Shaoqi. If Feng Lun runs away, you will still be in trouble. What if Feng Lun doesn't come, Li Shaoqi You still have to disgust me in Binhai, no matter what, your life is not easy!"
Cheng Jin shrugged and Han Qian said again.
"If Baitao doesn't go, you will be the biggest leader. If Feng Lun is killed by Li Shaoqi, you will definitely be punished, right?"
Cheng Jin nodded.
“Yes.”
Han Qian sighed.
"That is to say, I can't let Li Shaoqi die in front of you, right? And then Feng Lun forced me to create a chance for him, right? My head hurts, and I'm not in a good mood. Wen Nuan, let's go to the temple. Grab the money from the merit box and buy a mobile phone. Goodbye, old man. "
It's better not to come to this Yamenkou. A visit to the Yamenkou makes me feel very irritable.
Now it is neither east nor west.
Killing Li Shaoqi is not possible, and neither is not killing him.
Han Qian dragged Wen Nuan's feet to the wall of the temple. Then Han Qian took two steps back, grabbed Wen Wen's arm and climbed up the wall. Then Wen Wen took out a mask from his pocket. Passed it to Han Qian, who took the mask and asked.
"What should you do?"
Wen Nuan looked at Han Qian and said seriously.
"Buddha thinks I'm cute and doesn't care about me, but you're ugly, so stay out of the way."
Han Qian was furious.
"What are you talking about? Am I ugly? Everyone in Glory knows that there are two flowers in the General Department."
Wen Nuan curled his lips.
“Two dog-tailed flowers? Anyway, you should be in the way.”
Han Qian frowned.
"No, I won't block it! Nuan Nuan, please block it, I'm afraid the Buddha will slap you both!"
The old monk who had heard the noise and stood in the distance had a smile on his face. He smiled and looked at the two children sitting on the wall playing guessing games under the two lights. Warm and naughty.
Han Qian was furious.
After more than a dozen times of warmth, he finally won, patting Han Qian on the head with a satisfied look on his face.
“Wear a mask, get more, I’ll buy a Nokia and smash Yan Qingqing’s head in.”
Han Qian put on a mask and just jumped off the wall, when a big yellow dog looked like The big yellow mouse rushed over, and Han Qian crawled back to the wall with a "Oh my God" sound, patted his chest and said in fear.
"How did this thing grow so big? I remember it was so small when I retired, and Jiayi often kicked him in his pocket."
At this time the old monk came over, He put his hands in his sleeves and smiled at Han Qian and Wen Nuan.
"There is a small door at night. The two donors...oh no! The two thieves can just go through the door."
Han Qian looked at Wen Nuan and said softly.
"What should we do if we are discovered?"
Wen Nuan looked at Han Qian, then at the old monk, then lowered his head and pointed at the yellow dog.
“I’ll deal with the dog, you deal with the old monk, and I’ll play with my new phone while eating dog meat at night.”
The old monk sent the dog back. Han Qian may have just said it, but this girl's mouth was not ordinary greedy.
Walking into the main hall of the temple, Han Qian clasped his hands and bowed to the Buddha statue in front of him, and then walked towards the merit box, talking as he walked.
"Old monk, isn't your temple abstinent? Why does the big yellow dog have a son?"
The old monk smiled slightly.
“As long as you have the sea in your heart, the Maldives is everywhere.”
Han Qian shrugged and put his hand into the merit box. The smile on his face disappeared in the next second. Han Qian touched left and right and turned to look at the old monk.
“Where’s the money?”
The old monk smiled.
“Every day, part of the money from the merit box will be given to the children in the temple for them to mail to their parents or family members who need help. The other part will be used as temple expenses, and the rest we will buy some supplies. Give it to those in need in the city."
Han Qian took out a dime coin and looked at the old monk and said.
"There is a great crisis in the world, the temples are closed, and the Taoist priests are coming down the mountain. I understand the reason."
The old monk said with a slight smile.
"As long as you are happy! Han Qian, the temple has adopted some homeless children recently."
Han Qian raised his eyebrows.
“What? You started with the baby too?”
The old monk closed his eyes and cried sadly.
“Children cost a lot of money.”
“Isn’t it just an electric hair clipper? I’ll buy you some. If I can’t, I’ll give you some of my wife’s eyebrow razor.”< br>
Han Qian threw a coin to Wen Nuan, and the old monk shook his head gently.
“Cai Qinghu’s fundraising will have an impact on her work.”
Han Qian walked towards the old monk and whispered.
“You did it on purpose, right?”
The old monk sighed and opened his eyes with a look of grievance on his face.
"Ten children, no parents, no relatives, so going to school is a big expense."
Han Qian took a step back, frowned and shouted.
"What's going on? I didn't get any money when I came tonight, so I have to borrow some money to get in? I'm poor too! Didn't Liu Shengge invest in this temple? He likes children."
The old monk once again sigh.
"Donor Liu said that he is a disabled person and is not suitable to get involved in temple affairs."
"He lacks nothing, he has everything he should have! Shao Shao "
The old monk slapped Han Qian on the back of the head, then put his hands together and said softly.
"Donor Han, pay attention to your wording."
Han Qian raised his eyebrows.
"Do you believe that I sold this statue as copper? I have no money, so don't hold me back."
The old monk nodded.
“I know that Donor Han doesn’t have much money, and I also know that Donor Han has a bright head.”
Just as Han Qian was about to speak, the old monk suddenly stepped forward and leaned into Han Qian's ear.
"Little bastard, I have no money! It's true, kid. You think of a way for my temple to make some money!"
Han Qian took a step back and shouted with his eyes wide open.
"Old monk, don't have a sudden convulsion. Where can I go?"
The old monk said softly.
"It is said that Principal Tong couldn't get pregnant, so he lived in the temple for half a year to pray to the Buddha devoutly."
Han Qian stepped forward, blinked, and asked in a low voice.
“So powerful?”
The old monk nodded and said softly.
"If Donor Han can win, I am willing to tell Donor Han about how Principal Tong gives birth!"
Han Qian frowned.
"Don't joke with me about this, I will really get angry."
The old monk shook his head.
“Monks don’t lie.”
“OK! I promise you anything, but I have no money!”
The old monk's eyes suddenly became cunning, he glanced at Wen Nuan, then he walked towards the door with his arms around Han Qian's neck and whispered.
"The poor monk just counted with his fingers. The physical examination report that Donor Han looked at might have been typed by Teng Copying Agency across from the hospital. The poor monk still has something else."
A physical examination report was handed to him. Han Qian.
Han Qian looked at the words above, then looked at the old monk, who said softly.
“If you have weak bones, hard work can make up for your weakness. Be more careful and pay attention to your well-being.”
Han Qian covered his face with one hand and said helplessly.
"This paper makes you rub it like a diaper, tell me! How long have you been preparing this trap."
"I think of you when I'm short of money."< br>
Lying in the wing of the temple, Han Qian tossed and turned angrily.
I really should go to bed early tonight and not go out!
I'm so angry when I go out.
Before going to bed, Feng Lun sent a text message.
【Shall I give you some interest first? 】
The irritable Han Qian replied.
【Get the hell out of here! 】
Feng Lun glanced at the text message, raised his head and looked at the bright lights in the office on the 14th floor of Honor. Then he dialed Han Qian's phone and found that his grandson's phone was turned off.
Feng Lun pouted.
"Then don't blame me."
(End of this chapter)