Chapter 421 It’s Just a Joke.

Sister Yang asked Han Qian how his injury was on the phone. Han Qian said with a smile that he was fine. He was running with warmth in his arms just now. After hearing this, Yang Lan breathed a sigh of relief and said with a smile, see you at the company after the new year, Xiao Beibei clamored for New Year's gifts, and little Yang Jia also followed suit. Then, I don't know what happened on the other side of the phone, and the two little guys became quiet.

"Sister, is Ji Jing at your house?"

After saying this, Han Qian felt that the eyes of the three girls at the dinner table were wrong, and Yu Shici murmured in a low voice.

"Eat what's in the bowl and think about what's in the pot, Han Zhazha!"

Cai Qinghu picked up a thin slice of steamed pork, dipped it in some minced garlic and fed it into Han Qian's mouth with her chopsticks. Then she looked at Wen Wen with a provocative look. Seeing that Wen Wen had no reaction, she turned to look at Yu Shici and joked: .

"Are you from the pot or from the bowl?"

Yu Shici sneered without raising his head.

"Does it have anything to do with you? Brother Qian is an upright man, handsome in appearance, and full of knowledge. Didn't you say that he can go to the hall, go to the kitchen, beat the gangsters, and get out of bed?"

"I said it, I said it, you said it, you said it, my husband-in-law!"

"hehe."

I don't know why the two girls started fighting. Han Qian was used to it. He was talking to Yang Lan about Liancheng Group. There was no change in Nuan Nuan's face. He picked up a piece of steamed meat and wrapped it. garlic, and then a squeeze of mustard.

The two girls were bickering and Han Qian was on the phone. No one noticed Nuan Nuan's grand gesture. Then Nuan Nuan rolled up the meat slices with his hands and handed them to Han Qian with a gentle smile.

"Honey, open your mouth, ah~"

The affectionate call made Cai Qinghu and Yu Shici all their eyes fall on Nuan Nuan. Cai Qinghu had murderous intent in his eyes and gritted his teeth and growled.

"He is not your husband!"

Wen Nuan smiled naively.

"Yeah, I'm used to it."

Han Qian, who was chatting about business, didn't think much about it. He looked at Wen Nuan holding up the meat roll in his hand, opened his mouth, and waited for Wen Wen Wen to put the meat roll into his mouth. When Han Qian chewed the first bite, he secretly thought something bad, and then a wave of Momentum rushed to his forehead and opened his tear ducts. Han Qian swallowed the chemical bomb in his mouth with difficulty, gritted his teeth and told Yang Lan that he had something else to do and to hang up first.

Yu Shici looked at the tearful Han Qian and said doubtfully.

"Han Qian, what's wrong with you?"

At this time, Han Qian was speechless and didn't want to speak. Wen Nuan broke open the crab and handed half of the poems to Yu and said softly.

"Maybe he misses his mother-in-law."

Han Qian gritted his teeth and nodded, saying fiercely.

"Yeah! Yes, I wonder why our mother didn't strangle you to death when you were born."

Wen Nuan looked at Han Qian's proud face and said arrogantly.

"I'm so cute and good-looking."

Han Qian turned around and left.

I haven't posted anything these days.

When I went out, I saw the old man holding the wine bought by Yan Qingqing, holding the cigarettes bought by Wen Nuan under his arm, wearing the watch given by Yu Shici on his wrist, and dragging a very delicate wooden inlaid with gold edge in his other hand. The box has a big word "tea" written on it.

Han Qian stepped forward and stood in front of the old man. Before he could say anything, the old man raised his leg and kicked him. Han Qian took a step back and grinned.

"Hey, old man, what are you doing with these things? Are you showing off?"

The old man didn't feel embarrassed when his son exposed him, and he chuckled.

"Here you go, take a look at what some girls bought for me. Look at my son, who spent the Chinese New Year with nothing. Hey, my relatives asked me what my promising son bought me during the Chinese New Year. I I have no choice but to shamelessly say that you gave me these."

Han Qian approached the old man with a wicked smile on his face and whispered something in his ear. Then Han Qian ran away. The old man was so angry that he put down the tea box, held up the wine bottle and was about to beat Han Qian, looking at his son's back. , after taking a look at the wine bottle in his hand, the old man smiled, picked up the tea box and walked out. He had to show off. Why didn't this thing in his hand cost tens of thousands of dollars?

Han Qian squatted at the gate and smoked a cigarette, watching the children running around with big bones in front of him. Han Qian smiled. It was really reassuring that the two grandsons were in the hospital.

After smoking a cigarette, Han Qian stood up and looked at the red-faced old man through the window, and Han Qian smiled again.

The old man always said that he didn't care what others said, but even though he would be envied, he was still very happy and satisfied.

Take out the car keys and start the Maserati.

Han Qian left.

Several of my little brothers have been visiting my home during the holidays in the past few years. They came back this year. They should visit when they should and buy what they should buy. Relationships are for maintenance, not for consumption.

He went to the countryside to withdraw money and went shopping like crazy. At this moment, Han Qian was no longer stingy. He bought valuable things and beautiful things. He bought too much and couldn't take it away. He called Ke Xin to take him out for some exercise. Ke Xin was here. When he got into the car, he wrinkled his nose and said softly.

"This car doesn't belong to my sister-in-law, does it?"

Han Qian frowned and smiled.

"How did you know?"

"It smells different from the smell in my sister-in-law's car, and the decorations don't look like my sister-in-law's. My sister-in-law is a bit...childish."

"Hey! You're right. You divide the things and go to Dalong's house to give gifts first. I've finished buying your share. Let's go together."

"You asked me to come here to be a laborer? I ran out to work in my young year?"

"Lose weight."

I went to several of my brothers' homes. It was already dark when I finished my work. Han Qian felt a little hungry after not eating for a day, but Xin persuaded him to stay at home for dinner. Han Qian smiled and said he still had something to do and refused.

He is not going to visit relatives today. It is the old man's business to go there, and there are not many close friends of his generation in the village.

When he got home, Han Qian saw the old man cleaning up the yard, so he picked up the broom and went to help. This time, the old man did not refuse and whistled with a smile on his face.

The old man held the bag, and Han Qian said softly as he put the garbage into the bag.

"Are you happy? I haven't seen him smiling like this in more than twenty years."

The old man glared at Han Qian, then smiled.

"Including this time, this must be the second time I've been so happy. The last time was when your mother was in the hospital. You came and gave 400,000 yuan. At that time, you knew that my son had a future. It's a pity that I couldn't laugh. Thinking about it today, the coffin It’s better to retreat.”

Han Qian didn't even bother to ask about the coffin, even if he wanted to buy it, but Han Qian asked another question.

"Old man, where did you get the money to buy a coffin?"

The smile on the old man's face disappeared, he looked at Han Qian warily and said angrily.

"What are you going to do?"

"It's okay, I'm just asking. If you don't have any money, I'll give you some. Look!"

While talking, Han Qian took out a wad of money from his pocket, about two thousand, and shook it at the old man. The old man curled his lips and continued to collect the garbage. Han Qian continued to provoke without believing in evil.

"Old man, cards are played in the village during the Chinese New Year. Aren't your hands itchy?"

"It doesn't itch."

"Your junior children come to visit you at home and call you grandpa, but you don't even have any new year's money."

"Then I won't give it."

"Why don't you give some red envelopes to those girls who give you gifts during the Chinese New Year? Old man, you definitely don't have much private money. You tell me, I'll tell mom, and I'll give you more than two thousand."

"don't want."

Han Qian sighed helplessly, and just as he closed his eyes, the money in his hand was suddenly taken away by the old man, and Han Qian was furious.

"Give me back!"

The old man curled his lips and sneered.

"What can you do if I don't give it to you?"

Han Qian threw away the broom, turned around and left, shouting as he walked.

"Mom, the old man robbed me of my money. He said he would give... a slap to Widow Zhang in the village."

Han Qian laughed awkwardly when his father pinched the back of his neck.

"It's a joke, it's a joke."