Chapter 412 Forehead, Forehead

When Han Qian woke up, the three members of the family had almost finished breakfast. Han Qian crawled from the west room to the east room in a daze, climbed onto the kang and pillowed on his mother's lap, moaning in pain.

"Mom~"

"Go away, don't go home if you drink too much."

"Okay mom."

Han Qian held his mother's hand and acted coquettishly. Qian'er's mother pushed Han Qian's head away with a look of disgust, and later simply kicked him out. Han Qian squatted by the kennel and looked at Huanhuan who was hiding inside and couldn't come out. , sighed.

"Do you want to drink, little brother?"

This typical shameless person with no long memory ran around the yard and stood at the door of the house and shouted sweetly.

"Han Qian, your phone is ringing."

Han Qian trotted to Wen Nuan and took his cell phone. It was Xiao He who called. Han Qian answered the call and spoke directly.

"There's no need to talk about money. Your sister-in-law is a rich lady, a kind-hearted little rich woman. When she bought Kexin a car yesterday, Kexin didn't refuse. You should shut up. When I was a kid, it wasn't you two who paid for it when I went to the Internet cafe. Should I pay for it? It will last for two years. When the turmoil in my city is over, you can also go to work in the city. I still have something to do, so I have to hang up."

"Brother, brother."

"Don't act like that hen laying eggs. If you want to thank me, thank your sister-in-law. I'm done!"

After hanging up the phone, Han Qian handed the phone to Wen Nuan, who raised his hands and pouted.

"No, I don't dare touch you. What did you do last night that you didn't know about?"

Han Qian was confused by this sentence. There was only three points of confusion, and the rest was all nervousness. Could it be that he did something he shouldn't have done to Nuan Nuan when he was drunk last night? The more Han Qian thought about it, the more scared he became. Because of the monster nursery rhymes, Han Qian was now afraid of one thing.

Putting down the responsibilities on his shoulders for the time being, he was worried that someone would run away after something happened and could not be found.

Thinking about it, Han Qian lowered his head and pulled up the waistband of his sweatpants to look inside. Nuan Nuan was furious when he saw this. He grabbed Han Qian's ears with both hands and said angrily.

"What are you looking at!"

"Tools of crime."

boom!

Han Qian covered his head and squatted on the ground, his eyes widened and his mouth opened, unable to make any sound, and tears welled up in his eyes.

This girl's forehead is simply harder than that hammer. Even though he has suffered many headbutts, Han Qian still can't adapt.

It hurts so much.

Nuan Nuan pinched his waist with his hands, gritted his teeth and glared at Han Qian.

"I gave you water with good intentions at night, but you pushed me away, ha! And you said not to touch you. You are married. Tell me who touched you in your dream last night!"

Han Qian covered his forehead and looked at Nuan Nuan in confusion, and said sadly.

"Where is this? What did I dream about last night?"

"I want to go."

Wen Nuan held his head high and returned to the house like a victorious little hen. She was really a homebody. Watching the girl leave, Han Qian dared to stand up. Otherwise, he was afraid that if he said the wrong sentence, the girl would give him a slap in the face. Headbutt.

Han Qian would rather take a shot than take Nuan Nuan's headbutt.

"Hey hey hey."

The old man's laughter came from the door of the kitchen. Han Qian turned his head and glared at the old man leaning against the door, eating melon seeds, and said angrily.

"This makes you laugh, what? Are you happy that your son is being beaten?"

The old man nodded and smiled.

"Can't this little girl just hit you? You're a big man. He was shot twice and he's still jumping around. Why can't his head be healed?"

Han Qian rushed forward, covered the old man's mouth and said angrily.

"Please keep your voice down. It will be a big deal if my mother hears this. She will now suspect that I am not doing good things in the city."

The old man pushed Han Qian away and frowned.

"Could it be that what you did is a good thing? I'm a little curious where you got the four hundred thousand from."

"Are you so suspicious of your own son?"

"My biological son suspected that I was not his biological father yesterday."

"I mean whether my mother is my real mother."

"If you want to be beaten, just say so and don't beat around the bush."

Han Qian shrank his neck and took two steps back. In this family, his status is not much higher than Huanhuan. There is no need to provoke the old man. No one stopped him from being beaten. Han Qian has been in the yard all morning. Wandering around inside, sweeping the yard, chopping wood, cleaning windows.

The old man came back from outside at noon, carrying a plate of hanging whips and a few fireworks in his hand. Han Qian only remembered when he saw these things.

Today is the Gregorian calendar year, New Year's Day.

The old man tilted his head towards Han Qian. The two men walked outside the courtyard, placed the hanging whip at the door, and lit two cigarettes. The two men looked at each other, both waiting for the other to light the fire. Han Qian liked to set off firecrackers. But he doesn't like to light the whip, and the old man also likes it.

"Old man, go ahead. You are the father and you should let your son go."

"Son, dad is old and can't stand this stimulation, so go ahead."

Han Qian took a deep breath, and the hanging whip sounded. The crisp roar removed the fatigue and filth of a year, signaling that the new year had begun. Everything started from scratch, regardless of the past. The old man lit a salute called Zhentian Lei.

The door of Han Qian's house was very lively, and then the sound of firecrackers in the village continued one after another. Nuan Nuan stood at the door of the house wearing slippers, covering her mother-in-law's ears and watching the firecrackers outside the door.

very nice.

After the sound of firecrackers, Han Qian took out his mobile phone and made a call. After waiting for a long time, the call was answered. Han Qian grinned.

"Lao Cheng, happy New Year."

"Hey, I thought you little bastard had forgotten about me. Did you just wake up? Are you slacking off when you get home? This is not okay."

Cheng Jin seemed to be in a good mood. He also had a rare day off today and spent time with his family at home. Han Qian laughed after hearing Cheng Jin's complaint.

"I woke up early and set off firecrackers before I remembered that today is the Gregorian calendar year. I thought that I had to make this first call to you."

"Hey, how could I, Cheng Jinhe De, be placed in such an important position by Mr. Han? I deserve it. I deserve it. Let me tell you something. Gou Dapao seems to have received the news that he was arrested at the Yamenmen. In Bincheng Appear once and then disappear."

Han Qian curled his lips after hearing this.

"The person behind him should have ventilated him. What happened to Jiang Song?"

"I'll explain everything, but like a toad, I won't say anything once I mention Feng Lun, and I'll hurt myself if I ask urgent questions."

"Haven't you tried tempting me with a reduced sentence?"

"I even risked telling them that as long as they confess, they can be sentenced out of prison, but they still didn't say, okay, you can celebrate the New Year at home. We will talk about this matter when you come back. Remember to say hello to your parents for me. .”

"How do you introduce your identity?"

"I, Cheng Jin, am ashamed of myself?"

The phone was hung up and Han Qian turned around.

"Old man, Cheng Jin wants me..."

Han Qian didn't think much about it. The old man and his mother probably didn't know that the mayor of this city was called Cheng Jin. They might know the surname, but they definitely didn't know the name. When Han Qian finished speaking and looked at the old man, He frowned.

There were a few more people around the old man.

Xia Ziyi is here.

This guy looked very excited when he heard the word 'Cheng Jin' from Han Qian's mouth, rubbed his hands and smiled at Han Qian.

"Brother, when did you come back? Why didn't you tell me that you were the one to deal with?"

This was almost a set-up. Han Qian didn't have a good impression of Xia Ziyi, nor could he dislike it. He nodded lightly and said calmly.

"It's cold outside, come inside and talk."

Xia Ziyi laughed repeatedly.

"Come in, come in, come in..."

Several people in the village looked very flattering, the old man behaved very calmly, Qian'er's mother stood at the door of the house and frowned and whispered.

"Xiao Nuan, what on earth is Han Qian doing in the city?"

Nuan Nuan lowered his head and whispered.

"I work as a white-collar worker in the Glory Group. I don't know much about the details. Mom, you'd better ask him. It's hard for me to ask about this. Han Qian will be angry."

Is Xiao Nuan afraid of Han Qian?

Qian'er's mother was even more curious. At this time, a group of people had already arrived at the door. Han Qian walked into the house with a swagger. Several people from the countryside stood at the door and rubbed their feet before entering the house. This simple action made Qian'er's mother sure. One thing, Xia Ziyi was not afraid of Cai Qinghu, they were afraid of Han Qian.

The old ladies sitting in the plastic shed at the entrance of the village had something to talk about again.

"Isn't that Xia Ziyi? Why does this look like a eunuch? The old Han family is prosperous?"

"I feel something is wrong when you say that."

"Don't guess. I heard that Han Qian's daughter-in-law is a mistress kept by a rich man. Xia Ziyi came here to give her gifts. What does she have to do with the old Han family?"

"It doesn't look like it."

"What? Let you see clearly, this is not Ding Yan's character. She has no good intentions. She is either scheming about this or that every day. Her illness is retribution."

What a tongue-tied woman in the countryside!