Chapter 1040 Don’t disturb my sleep
A family is torn apart like this. If the father is the backbone of the family and the mother is the hero who shields the children from the rain, then the children are the driving force for both of them to work hard. But now that the child is gone, why move forward?
What’s the use of one million?
Compared to children and parents, one million is too little, and ten million is too little.
Han Qian sat on a chair and listened to Zhao Zhihao's mother talking a lot. Near noon, Zhao Zhihao's father came back and held Han Qian's hand and refused to let go, insisting that Han Qian be at home. Eat a meal.
But Han Qian declined politely. How could the two elders be in the mood to cook? After leaving a message that he would bring the murderer to justice as soon as possible, Han Qian left with Yeats.
The two opened the car door. Yeats turned on the air conditioner and they got out of the car at the same time. Han Qian lit a cigarette and said softly.
“What should we do?”
Yeats whispered.
“I don’t know, I had a big opinion against Zhou Le before, and I also said that I would beat little Zhou Le to death, but after all, these words were just saying that after Zhou Le’s death, I was in a very bad state. .”
Han Qian took a deep breath, lowered his head and smiled bitterly.
“After all, the human heart is made of flesh. When this person was alive, he would kill him every day, and he would see him the next day. But after he died, he couldn’t do it anymore! Zhou Le has always been very kind to my aunt. Calculated, he is better than me to my aunt. But even if he is not good, I can kill Zhou Le, but others cannot! Miss Ye, please calculate for me. If I go to my aunt now, I can convince her. What's the probability?"
"Forty-nine percent."
"That's no different from one percent. I don't care about the life or death of the people in Bei'an, forget it! No one understands the things that bother me. I just stand and talk without pain in my back. Really, if I were the paper person who didn’t have any mood swings, I would blow up the world and go to the hospital.”
Yeats raised his eyebrows and took two steps back.
"I don't want to take a pregnancy test!"
"We still have to work hard to get a crappy pregnancy test, but we have to put this matter aside for now. I don't care whether the people in Bei'an die or not, but The death of my Binhai child has a lot to do with me. I can’t let these murderers go unpunished. If you take it one step at a time, I shouldn’t be able to stab me with a knife!”
After getting in the car, Han Qian sat down. Just as the co-pilot was about to close his eyes, he saw Yeats scrolling through his cell phone beside him. The phone book probably contained three to four hundred phone calls.
"Miss Ye, what are you doing?"
"Book the ward in advance!"
Han Qian was too lazy to talk to Yeats, and Yeats also felt that Han Qian was not in the mood for fun, so he started the car and headed to the hospital. Han Qian sent a few text messages on the way. After arriving at the hospital, Han Qian actually found a ward and lay down, closing his eyes.
"When you call me in the dark, you don't have to answer anyone's call. If someone calls me, just say I'm dead."
Yeats rolled his eyes, and it turned out that it had just been twenty minutes. , Nokia began to rebel. Han Qian, who was sleeping, opened his eyes and stared at the vibrating mobile phone with an ugly expression. Yeats hurriedly got up and picked up Nokia.
"Ancestor! You continue to sleep, I'll get out of here first."
Han Qian being woken up while sleeping is fine in the morning or in the middle of the night, but it's a big deal in the afternoon. , Yeats gently closed the door and looked at the green mobile phone screen. She was really confused. There was no number saved here. Who were these!
When the number came back a second time, Yeats answered the call.
"Hello, Mr. Han is taking a nap. I am Secretary Yeats. You can leave me a message."
The other side of the phone was silent for a few seconds and said in a low voice.
"I know, let him sleep." After the phone was hung up, Yeats belatedly recognized that it was Cheng Jin's voice. Before Yeats could think about it, the phone rang again, Yeats learned the lesson this time and took out his cell phone to compare the number. After confirming that it was Baitao's cell phone number, he answered the call.
"Bai Shuji, I am Secretary Yeats. Mr. Han is taking a nap. You can leave me a message."
"He is taking a nap? I really accepted it. Chen Yang ran over to me and chatted a lot. It's a mess, and it probably means that Han Qian doesn't care what he does now, and he wants to withdraw all prosecutions against Liu Shengge, saying that all this is Han Qian's intention, what is he going to do?"
"I don't know? "
Bai Tao hung up the phone, Yeats took a deep breath, turned his head and looked at Mr. Han with his eyes closed through the glass on the door, who knew what he was thinking! During this period, Han Qian's cell phone kept ringing. Finally, Yeats finally understood why everyone did not agree to change Han Qian's cell phone. If this was an apple or a pear, he would have to carry a generator behind him, except for this Nokia , other mobile phones can't last a day in his hand, this one calls after another, what mobile phone can withstand it?
If one person has one ringtone, this is a continuous music player.
In the end, Yeats was not in the mood to answer the phone anymore. He sat on a chair in the corridor with his head down and played "Defend the Carrot". He had finished this game many times, but Yeats still liked to play it. Maybe it was because this game did not require any use of brains and could be played casually. Play with it and just throw it away when you are busy.
Around six o'clock in the evening, Han Qian was shaken awake by Yeats.
"Mr. Han, Mr. Han, my aunt called."
"The phone fell."
"It's my aunt's phone number."
Han Qian frowned and answered the phone, yawning and mumbling.
"What's wrong, aunt? Are you trying to kill Chen Yang and Chu Sui? Can you please take a break? How old is Grandpa Yan? He also has a broken leg. Can you please stop tormenting Grandpa Yan? Ah? Let Cui Li go, aunt! I want to talk to you solemnly. ···”
Before he finished speaking, Qian Hong’s roar came out on the phone. The elegant aunt was no longer elegant, and roared and cursed at Han Qian, who listened quietly, After Qian Hong finished cursing, Han Qian sighed helplessly.
"My words at noon were treated as farts. Is my aunt going through menopause? Find her a partner?"
Yeats rolled his eyes and whispered.
"You go ahead and do this. I don't dare. What do you mean?"
Han Qian sighed.
"What do you think of Gu's character? She was the one who caused the unlit explosives and the scars on Tu Xiao's face. What kind of good temper do you think she can be? How could Zhou Le beat her or scold her? Regarding the matter, Zhou Le has a life-saving feeling for me and my aunt. Forget it! You won’t understand even if I tell you, just say it like this. My aunt is still able to slash me with a knife with both hands. It’s all Zhou Le’s fault. Miss Ye, I’m a little hungry. I don’t seem to have eaten all day.”
The two left. In the ward, when they came to the hospital cafeteria, Han Qian asked Yeats in a low voice if he had ever seen the Tribulation Field. Yeats shook his head, and Han Qian asked again.
“Have you ever seen someone robbed from the hands of a policeman?”
Yeats shook his head again, and Han Qian smiled.
“I’ll take you to see it later.”
(End of this chapter)