Chapter 1037 Where are the ghosts and gods?
“Korean Circle!”
“It’s Han Qian! Open your mouth!”
“I like you so much~”< br>
“Little white-eyed wolf, have you done something bad again behind my back?”
"Please help me go to the company to have a meeting. I really don't want to go."
"NO! As a man, I have to straighten my back. What kind of meeting should I have?"
Danghan After Qian finished speaking, Nuan Nuan fell asleep.
Wen Nuan was stunned for a moment, then he opened his eyes and said angrily.
“If you disturb my sleep again, I will kill you. The company will blow up tomorrow, no more.”
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In front of the bus stop, Han Qian, who was in poor health, didn't want to drive. It was around seven o'clock in the morning and Han Qian didn't want to trouble Lao Xu and the others.
Touching the steel coin in his pocket and looking at the bus approaching not far away, Han Qian sighed softly at the speed of development in the world. He remembered that when he came to Binhai as a child, there were no buses. In that kind of minibus, you can occasionally see the driver driving the car while drinking beer and boasting, and the conductor stands at the door and calls to the passengers.
When I went to college, it became a bus that opened its doors automatically.
When I retired, I switched to a tram.
But now it has become a clean bus that uses a mixture of gasoline and electricity.
The car stopped and Han Qian was just about to get on the bus when a group of old men and women rushed onto the bus.
Senior Citizen Card, Respect for the Elderly Card.
Dududududu keeps broadcasting.
Times have changed and cars have been updated, but these people have not changed. They are still the same as before. Han Qian sighed helplessly.
"How can we squeeze into a bus so early in the morning!"
"Who knows?"
Huh?
Han Qian turned his head and looked at the king next to him who was wearing shorts and black high heels. Han Qian tilted his head and stared at the girl.
When did she come?
Why is my ability so poor?
It must be the cause of illness.
Han Qian always takes advantage of unnecessary areas.
It was not until eight o'clock that the two of them got on the bus. They walked to the back door. The king carefully grabbed Han Qian's arm, his frown never relaxing.
“Your Highness, why is there no subway in Binhai?”
Han Qian grabbed the armrest and laughed softly.
“Because it is so small, you can drive around the bustling city center of Binhai in an hour, and the traffic roads are not very congested, so there is no need to spend money on a subway.”
The king frowned and whispered.
“But there are so many people crowding the bus, and we both waited for more than half an hour. What about those young people and girls? It’s so crowded. I really don’t understand those older people so early. Why are you squeezing the bus~"
Han Qian smiled and said nothing, but an old man not far from the king quit, turned around and pointed at the king and shouted.
"What does it mean for older people to squeeze into a bus? If you young people don't squeeze in, how can this bus be crowded? You really don't know how to respect the old and love the young at all. It's just you young people who don't work hard. If you work hard, I’ve already bought a car, is the bus still crowded?”
Han Qian curled his lips, and the king looked at the old man and said with a smile.
"Yes, I bought a car for my mother, but I was worried that she would be crowded on the bus. What's wrong? If you don't like it, why don't you ask your son to buy you a car? No, right? You won't do it now. Is there anyone who doesn’t have a son or a daughter?”
The king is not an honest girl. She didn’t curse her because her Highness was here.
The ridiculed old man looked at the king up and down and sneered. "It's really not illegal to brag without breaking the law. It's you young people who like to brag that have made this country chaotic. If it were in our time, you would have been beaten to death long ago."
"That's right~ I will never be touched by your family for the rest of my life, you know? What about that time? I don't know what you were like at that time, but I know you must have never read much. It’s your problem that the children who go to school in the morning can’t get on the bus because you are always crowded with the children. What do you think? Did you make the missiles or plant the rice? Six, you are 1.5 meters tall when you pick it up, and Wu Dalang still knows how to sell sesame seed cakes. You are quite old and you are so sexy all day long. Even the old aunts in the park won’t play with you, right? "
The old man was a little confused by the king's verbal output, and a burst of laughter broke out in the car. The old man, with a somewhat uneasy face, pointed at the king and cursed angrily.
“You look like you are not a good person.”
The king curled his lips.
"What? What if it's not a good product? What if I sell it? You can't afford it even if you lose all your money. I want you to look at it and not even wash your eyes when you go home. I'm afraid you'll never see a beauty like me in your life. I am a beautiful woman. I will be done with it if I don’t scold you. You are still pretending to be a civilized person in your tattered shirt. Look at the folds on your face. You will feel panic even if an elephant steps on it. It’s quite You are getting older, you need a car but not a car, you need character but not character, you need quality but not quality, what the hell are you pretending to be? I am a bus driver to experience life, you are a bus driver because of the pressure of life and your front teeth. It’s been unloaded and we’ve arrived at the station. You can take the bus!”
The king pulled Han Qian off the bus and didn’t forget to raise his middle finger to the old man in the car after getting off.
The bus left, the king followed Han Qian on the roadside, and Han Qian whispered.
“We haven’t arrived at the station yet.”
The king nodded.
"I know, but I don't want to quarrel with him. The smell inside the bus is a bit pungent."
While he was talking, the king's new car drove over, a black Lamborghini. Han Qian stared at the car. , then stared at the king, and the king smiled.
“Just drive it, you drive!”
When the black Lamborghini passed by the bus, the king sat in the passenger seat and taunted the old man on the bus.
The king took revenge on the spot.
Han Qian sped away and the old man in the car stared at the car as it left and cursed.
The king, who was sitting in the passenger seat and applying makeup, spoke again.
"Your Highness, there seems to be something really wrong with Chu Sui's brain. He sent text messages mentally. Then I went to the hospital and watched the monitoring. He was talking to himself in the hospital bed. I heard the nurse say He also said nonsense like Feng Lun is alive, do you think he is possessed by a ghost?"
Han Qian laughed softly as he tried to drive a new car.
"There are no such things as ghosts and gods in this world. Burning incense and worshiping Buddha is just trying to find an unreliable reason to comfort yourself. Chu Sui will not be possessed by Feng Lun, but his Spiritual thinking will change because of Feng Lun.”
The king tilted his head, thought for a moment, and frowned.
"The two of them don't seem to have much contact, only three or five days! And I haven't been found to be affected by Feng Lun before!"
"Do you know what a seed is? ?”
“Your Highness, do you think I’m stupid?”
“Plant a seed, but this seed will only sprout at a certain time. The old Chu Sui will not be too much. He went to take Feng Lun seriously, but when he failed again and again and walked into dead ends again and again, Feng Lun would be infinitely magnified in his heart. Feng Lun was so amazing, so free and unrestrained, so free, and finally He died because he no longer liked playing. Gradually, his admiration turned into fear. After the fear penetrated deep into his heart, he would become timid and even have hallucinations. These should be some of the same as the mental illness drugs that Chu Sui took. Relationship, don’t talk to Chu Sui for now, Chu Sui will most likely not dare to provoke me.”
The king put away his makeup bag and whispered.
“Why?”
“Because Feng Lun is not afraid of Lin Zongheng and Liu Shengge, but he is afraid of me. Your Highness is not as stupid as you seem to be.”
Not even a minute had passed since I had just boasted, a motorcycle with red and blue lights flashing passed the supercar and stopped in front.
"Get out of the car and show your driving license."
Han Qian blinked at the traffic police, took a deep breath, jumped out of the car and ran away.
"Big cat, deal with the aftermath, I will retreat first."
(End of this chapter)