Chapter 205 – Clever Monster

Leaning on the bed, the computer was placed on the lap, Han Qian thought of all that he could think of, but froze and did not find Feng Lun sent over, this grandson is trying to send him from where, Han Qian thought of all that he could think of, but unfortunately still did not find.

Han Qian closed his eyes, treating himself as Feng Lun to think about what approach is the most secure, mailboxes, QQ, SMS and so on are not safe, Li Jinhai can listen to Han Qian’s phone, he has a way to intercept Han Qian’s mailboxes and SMS.

He can’t possibly go through the channels of the internet.

But he was abroad, what way could he bring the information to Han Qian?

When Han Qian was puzzled, Yan Qingqing tiptoed and pushed open the door, smiled sweetly at Han Qian, then unlocked the door and squinted towards Han Qian, Han Qian who was thinking about things didn’t even notice the woman’s proximity, and when he raised his head, a fox face was just five centimeters away from his lips, Han Qian looked at Yan Qingqing dumbfoundedly, and said softly.

“Do I have flowers on my face?”

Yan Qingqing threw Han Qian a wink, daintily seducing him.

“You see if people look like a flower.”

“Hmm! It can be pretty.”

“Then you kiss me.”

In the face of such a rude request, Han Qian was silent, lowered his head and continued to look at the computer on his lap, Han Qian in the straight man also knows what Yan Qingqing means to him, Han Qian thinks that this is a momentary interest in Yan Qingqing, figure is a freshness, figure is a competition with the warmth, and so on for a long time, she is tired of playing is also natural and will not be in the pestering Han Qian.

So what Han Qian wants is to stop here, can’t be a step closer.

If he is allowed to say those hurtful words, Han Qian said, he would rather be hurt and misunderstood, if Han Qian’s heart is a little more ruthless, the warmth will not live in this house.

What is the reason for causing so many peach blossoms?

Isn’t it still a soft heart.

Seeing that Han Qian didn’t take the bait, Yan Qingqing sighed with loss.

“My Lady, I’ve also been practicing for many years, how come it doesn’t work at all in front of a little scholar like you?”

Han Qian raised his head to look at Yan Qingqing and laughed.

“You tell me, Qingqing, if you were Feng Lun, what method would you use to tell me about Luo Shande’s crime.”

“Call!”

This bitch didn’t even think about it, so Han Qian knew he couldn’t ask her and sighed as he leaned against the bed.

“Go on, get out, in a while the warmth will come to you for a fight, aren’t you tired of fighting?”

Yan Qingqing’s body moved forward, narrowing her eyes and laughing.

“She called Wei Tiancheng to let him properly discipline his own daughter, Han Qian ah! Did you hurt that place after you were injured, I’ll see if it hurts.”

Words fell this bitch to the cup inside, Han Qian was scared to press the cup to hide behind, in Yan Qingqing has grabbed the waist of Han Qian’s pants, the door of the room was pushed open, warm left hand holding a pan, face stained with the black stains of the bottom of the pan, reached out and grabbed Yan Qingqing’s back, directly dragged towards the door.

Yan Qingqing’s head was still screaming from inside the covers.

“Wen giant baby you let go of my breasts, breasts! Don’t you grab my chest strap.”

Gradually, Yan Qingqing stopped struggling, she clasped her hands together and looked coldly at Warm, frowning.

“I locked the door, how did you get in?”

Warm purposely stood on her tiptoes, looking at Yan Qingqing from top to bottom contemptuously, arrogantly saying.

“I’m the mistress of this home, I must have the key.”

“So the strawberry on Han Qian’s neck last time was planted by you? He also lives in this room, and he locked the door as well.”

Warm’s face instantly changed, stammered and didn’t say a one, two, three, four, not paying attention to Yan Qingqing turned around and walked away, this time was caught by Yan Qingqing, won’t let her off so easily, then the living room came a burst of quarrel.

After about ten minutes, Ji Jing came to the door and asked Han Qian if he needed to close the door, Han Qian shook his head and laughed softly.

“Big Aunt Ji, if you say Feng Lun is going to send me a letter, what will he use.”

Ji Jing shook her head tenderly at Han Qian.

“I’m rather stupid, it’s better for you to ask Qingqing about this matter.”

“Her? Forget it.”

In the midst of the women’s bickering, dinner was ready, no wonder it took more than an hour to get busy, so many dishes made Han Qian think for a moment that it was New Year’s Eve, then Han Qian realized that he was having some trouble, the injury was in his right arm, and it was a struggle to eat with a spoon in his left hand, especially the pot of stewed chicks.

Several times did not succeed, after Han Qian gave up, Ji Jing clamped up a chicken leg and put it in Han Qian’s bowl, Ji Jing’s good to Han Qian never hide it, let others say anything but also do not put it in the heart, Han Qian smiled and said or Ji Auntie’s heart, the result attracted warmth and Yan Qingqing’s hatred, when nursery rhymes want to open their mouths, Han Qian hastened to say.

“Odd …… nursery rhyme, I have a question I want to ask you, see if there is any opinion.”

“Odd?”

Nursery Rhyme frowned, and Han Qian hurriedly said again.

“If let’s say someone wants to tell me something, can’t call, can’t text, can’t email, and the person isn’t even around, how should he tell me.”

Nursery Rhyme chucked a piece of crispy bone into her mouth and frowned at Han Qian as she asked.

“You mean Feng Lun? If the internet doesn’t work, just write a letter.”

Originally, she just wanted to block Nursery Rhyme’s mouth to prevent her from going to Ji Jing to argue, but as a result, this monster gave such an answer, Han Qian was puzzled and frowned.

“Write a letter? To me? The police will not keep an eye on me?”

Nursery Rhyme looked at Han Qian like a fool, frowning in contempt.

“I finally know why you came back alive, it’s Feng Lun who really didn’t want to kill you, why would he give you the letter? You made a big deal in the hotel to admit that Warmth and Yan Qingqing are your women, and the two of them are the heads of two big companies, the letter could have been sent to the company, and then they were forwarding it to you, are you stupid?”

Han Qian asked again.

“But Feng Lun is abroad.”

“Is he a scorpion? Pulling it alone? Qin Hui has two or three other friends.”

“Friends? The reward for Feng Lun’s wanted is now over a million dollars.”

“You think Feng Lun won’t give them money to gag them? Han Qian, did you get in through the back door at your university? You used to be the one cooking, now that you’re injured, these three and a half idiots can’t do it. Not enlightened?”

Han Qian was scolded without the slightest intention to retort, it’s really possible for Nursery Rhyme to say so, Yan Qingqing shamelessly whispered to ask if that half was her, only to be directly ignored by Nursery Rhyme, instead, she clamped a bit of food to Ji Jing and whispered hard work.

This monster is the one who cleaned up this table with no temper at all, and after the meal Han Qian stood on the balcony smoking a cigarette.

The ones responsible for brushing it all off were Yu Shiyi and Yan Qingqing, the two guys who were lazy before the meal, but there was still one girl left on the table, drying crabs with vigor, and Ji Jing was sitting on the sofa covering her stomach and watching TV.

The girls had completely made this place their home.

Nursery Rhyme walked out in the bathroom and looked at Han Qian’s back and spoke softly.

“You don’t rush to sleep at night, the pot inside stewed some tendons and pig’s feet, the blood in your body are flowing into the sea inside to feed the fish, the doctor urged to make up for it, well …… pig’s feet beauty oh.”

Warm put down the crab in his hand, Ji Jing stood up and said to go downstairs to run and exercise.

The cooking skills of the nursery rhyme completely let them fall.

It doesn’t matter if Han Qian eats or not, they want to eat.

Standing in front of the balcony, Han Qian looked down at the cell phone in his hand.

The same number has rung twice now.

Han Qian closed his eyes and sighed.

“It’s cloudy.”