Chapter 1261 Marry? Broken leg
Early in the morning, Han Qian made sure that there was nothing wrong with Wen Wen's body and went to work. Now that Wen Wen was not at work, Han Qian had to earn wages to keep them both alive.
He quite likes this feeling.
As soon as we drove to the company door, we saw two new McLarens parked at the door, one pink and one silver.
Han Qian glanced at his old model. Han Qian muttered in a low voice that it doesn’t make any difference. Isn’t it just that the mileage is bigger? But Qian Wan bought two at once. Han Qian had to get out of the car and talk about this kid. You also want to give me a new model!
After opening the door and getting out of the car, Han Qian shouted loudly as he watched Qian Wan circling the silver McLaren.
"Prodigal girl, why did you buy such a thing again~"
Qian Wan straightened up and looked at Han Qian, frowning.
"You have two bubbling eyes! Why don't I buy two? My brother Liang's new car!"
"Huh?"
Han Qian trotted forward. This time, like Qian Wan, he bent over and walked around the new car to look at it. Su Liang, who was sitting in the driver's seat, smiled and cursed.
"Are you two sick?"
Han Qian looked at Su Liang and asked suspiciously.
"Weird! So weird! Where did you get the money to buy this thing when you left home? Quledi bought it for you?"
Su Liang shook his head.
"No, Li Li gave it to me yesterday. He said that the three of us should have one each. Li Li also gave Lu Nier a latest model of Mercedes-Benz E and a GLS."
Money. Wan whispered.
"What? Your wife is having sex?"
Han Qian and Su Liang felt strange when these words came to their ears. They could understand them, but they combined them together Why do you feel so awkward?
At this time, a blue BMW appeared in the sight of the three of them. Qu Ledi saw these three McLarens from a distance. He knew that Han Qian had a yellow one, and it was still hanging on In Qian Wan's name, the pink car belongs to Qian Wan.
Qian Wan is a not-so-loyal McLaren fan, but this silver one?
Highly fulfilled?
When Qu Ledi opened the door and got out of the car, the door of the silver McLaren was also pushed open. Looking at Su Liang who was getting out of the car, Qu Ledi frowned. Wearing jeans, she twisted her waist and walked towards Su Liang frowned.
"Can you three park the car properly? Where's the car show? Qian Wan, did you give your brother the car?"
Qian Wan shook his head blankly.
"No! My sister-in-law... my former sister-in-law bought it!"
After saying this, Han Qian poked Qian Wan's waist, and Qian Wan turned his head and said again.
"Brother, what are you poking at me for? This car you poked at me was also a gift from my sister-in-law!"
Qu Ledi looked at Su Liang with a cold face and said indifferently.
“Do you like this? McLaren is the least cost-effective among sports cars and is only considered entry-level.”
Su Liang blinked.
"I've fallen in love with an aircraft carrier, and I can't afford it! Let's go upstairs and talk to you about the company."
Qu Ledi curled his lips.
"Go upstairs? How? Drive the silver McLaren GT your ex-wife bought you to my office?"
Su Liang said nothing, turned and walked towards the steps, Qu Le Di Bu took a step forward and said softly.
"McLaren must be easy to drive, right? At least it still smells like my ex-wife."
Su Liang didn't say anything, and Qu Ledi chased the strange man until he reached the top of the steps. , Su Liang couldn't stand it anymore, turned around and reached out to grab Qu Ledi's collar, and Qu Ledi's hands were clamped under his armpits, forcing him to enter a silent state.
Qian Wan and Han Qian stood side by side downstairs, Qian Wan crossed her arms and curled her lips.
"Believe it or not, these two guys must have been sleeping under the covers again recently."
Han Qian turned his head and frowned.
"Can't?"
Qian Wan pouted.
"No? You can't keep yours! I'll go to the general department, bye!"
Qian Wan ran away, and then Han Qian had three more car keys in his hand.
He is responsible for parking.
One after another, the three cars parked side by side at the main entrance of the company. After thinking for a while, they placed their old model in the middle.
Looking at the three McLarens side by side, Han Qian nodded with satisfaction.
This is art!
"Brother Qian'er! Life is very confusing, please give me some advice!"
Han Qian turned his head and looked at Yao Xue, who was walking over eating pancakes and fruit, and said with a smile.
"What's up, Sister Xue, why are you still confused in life?"
Yao Xue raised the pancake fruit, Han Qian stretched out his hand and pinched out the fried dough sticks inside and threw it into his mouth, Yao Xue said vaguely.
“It’s not that I’m confused. When I saw these three cars, I was thinking, Brother Qian’er, what do you think is the difference between the rich and the capitalists? Why are the rich called nouveau riche? Will he be called a capitalist?"
Han Qian took the pancake fruit from Yao Xue and said with a smile.
“The nouveau riche ask the price, while the capitalists set the price. The difference is that simple.”
"Brother Qian'er, are you a capitalist?"
"Brother, you are a third-generation poor peasant!"
Yao Xue took the pancake fruit from Han Qian's hand again and turned around to leave. "Deputy Liu is looking for you."
Yao Xue left, and Han Qian saw Liu Jiulong standing at the door of the company, shivering from the cold.
Sighed.
Knowing that Deputy Liu would definitely be good at ink, he walked up the steps and waved to Liu Jiulong with a smile.
"Good morning, Deputy Liu!"
Liu Jiulong looked at Han Qian with resentment and said seriously.
“I’m not good!”
Han Qian's smile froze on his face, and then he laughed dryly and took out a cigarette and handed one to Liu Jiulong. Liu Jiulong shook his head and the two were in a stalemate. Han Qian wanted to go in, but Liu Jiulong opened his arms to stop him. Qian turned around and walked away, followed by Liu Jiulong.
It was until half past nine, and Han Qian felt like he was completely frozen.
"Mr. Liu! Just tell me what you want to do."
Liu Jiulong's eyes suddenly turned red, he lowered his head and spoke aggrievedly.
"Han Qian, I really like Yang Lan. I didn't think there was anything wrong with her being with Jin Yanzhong before. Jin Yanzhong is handsome and treats Yang Lan well. I would be fine with you Yang Lan." I think they are a perfect match together, and I bless them both from the bottom of my heart, but I really can't accept Fu Dong. He is older than Yang Lan, and he has a noble status. If he and Yang Lan are together, they will be in the future! Although Beibei will be better, Yang Lan is definitely not as happy as when she was with Jin Yanzhong, Qian'er! Can you promise me not to let Fu Dong marry Yang Lan? "
Looking at the hands grabbing his arms, Han Qian grinned at Liu Jiulong.
"Is this the only thing? Don't worry, it won't happen at all! Just keep your heart in your stomach. If Yang Lan wants to marry me, her legs will be broken!"
As soon as he finished speaking, Han Qian's ears were grabbed by the smell, the strength, and the feeling.
Han Qian knew it was Yang Lan even without guessing. Han Qian was dragged all the way into the elevator by Yang Lan. After entering the elevator, he kicked Han Qian's calf. Han Qian squatted down in pain. She covered her legs and looked up at Yang Lan.
"Sister Yang, what are you doing?"
Yang Lan lowered his head and frowned.
"What did you say to Liu Jiulong? Han Qian, you think I'm not annoying enough, don't you? Liu Jiulong has been writing on me for so many years, and now I want to find an opportunity to make him die with mental arithmetic! "
Han Qian frowned.
"Do you really want to marry Fu Dong?"
Yang Lan kicked Han Qian's calf again and said angrily.
"I'm marrying a fool. His smile has wrinkles all over his face. It makes me sick to look at it. My sister likes young and handsome people! But tell me, is it helpful for you to marry Fu Dong?" "
Han Qian stood up and shook his head.
“No, no, no, no, it’s not helpful at all! Everyone now thinks that Fu Dong has the right, and I will make a lot of money by being my brother-in-law. In fact, that’s not the case! Fu Dong wants to hook up with you. You need my help, I'll lose nothing if you don't marry him Nothing wrong, at most it’s just that the relationship is not that good! Marrying him has already added a lot of pressure and trouble to me!”
“Oh! You can’t marry me!”
< br>Han Qian stretched out his hand and poked Yang Lan's forehead, frowning.
"What have you really thought about?"
Yang Lan nodded.
"Marry if it's in your best interest. No matter who you live with!"
"Oh! According to what you said, Sister Yang, please carry me to the General Department, my legs It hurts you to kick me!"
"Then just stay in the elevator! Can you not let Fu Dong bother me? I feel like I am constantly being pursued, rejected and pursued. The constant cycle of pursuit is so annoying.”
The elevator door opened and Yang Lan left.
Han Qian stood in the elevator thinking about life.
Why is Yang Lan so popular?
Limping into the General Department, Yang Lan walked out of her office with a water glass. Looking at Han Qian who was limping, Yang Lan hurriedly put down the water glass and stepped forward to help Han Qian. Modesty.
“Oh, Xiaoqian, what’s wrong with your legs?”
Han Qian turned his head and looked at Yang Lan with wide eyes. You kicked me in the elevator just now. Now you ask me what happened? Just as he was about to say what was on his mind, a hand appeared on his side, and Han Qian narrowed his eyes and smiled.
"It's okay, I accidentally got kicked by a dog when I was going upstairs."
Yang Lan smiled and said nothing, helped Han Qian sit on the chair and squatted down. Han Qian panicked and shouted with wide eyes.
“What are you going to do!”
“Sister, look at the injury.”
Yao Xue, who was sitting opposite Han Qian, looked at Yang Lan with her hands on her chin and sighed.
“Hey, no wonder so many people like Sister Yang because she is so gentle.”
Fang Shanshan nodded immediately.
"Yes, yes, yes, I wish I could be as gentle as Sister Yang, gentle, considerate, and pretty."
Han Qian turned his head and looked at Fang Shan Shan said with raised eyebrows.
"What are you talking about... Ouch!"
Han Qian lowered his head and glared at Yang Lan. Yang Lan casually threw away two leg hairs and looked at Han Qian with a squinting smile.
"What's wrong? Is it hurt so badly?"
Han Qian nodded.
"Yes! Let me show you for a moment that this leg needs to be amputated."
(End of this chapter)