Wan Fang and Gu Qingyun met with each other's parents.

Not to mention that Zhou Hui is not satisfied with Wan Fang, but Lao Gu is really satisfied.

He could feel it clearly.

In just one week, Gu Qingyun has changed, at least when Gu Qingyun and Wan Fang get along, he can feel that Gu Qingyun is not on the passive side, he has his own opinions.

Lao Gu was satisfied.

Han Qian, who had been busy with him for a day, was also drunk by Lao Gula for a day.

Qian Ling, who had his back to the door, waved his hand, Han Qian left, a cold wind hit, Han Qian shivered, he didn't dare to sleep on the side of the road, this sleep, tomorrow the whole city will have to go to his house for dinner, and he has to follow two hundred.

Flagged down a taxi and casually said an address.

When Yeats looked at Mr. Han who was sitting at the door of the Yezhai Pavilion, he drove out of the car and trotted forward, helped Han Qian and frowned.

"Why did you get here? I·· With such a big smell of alcohol, why do you drink so much if you can't drink alcohol? ”

Han Qian's entire body leaned on Yeats's body, and he closed his eyes and whispered.

"Gu·· Gu Qingyun is getting married, and the wedding date is engaged·· Order·· Scheduled for January 22, Gu · · Gu Papa seems to be very happy... Just..."

"Yes, my husband! I know, go take a shower first, why are you vomiting all over yourself! You are not afraid of freezing to death outside. ”

Han Qian stopped talking, Yeats helped Han Qian up to the second floor, if it wasn't for the fact that she couldn't sleep and glanced at the positioning of the tablet, she didn't know that Han Qian had come to the Yezhai Pavilion by herself, and when she went to the bathroom to put bath water in the bathtub, Han Qian suddenly rushed into the bathroom, hugged the toilet and began to vomit, Yeats patted Han Qian's back, his eyes were full of distress.

Everyone thinks that Han Qian should put them first, and Han Qian's character is also a problem.

After being busy for a while, Han Qian lay in the bathtub, closed his eyes and enjoyed Yeats bathing him, and after a while, Han Qian suddenly spoke.

"Whole · · Put on the whole stockings. ”

Yeats frowned and looked at Han Qian with his mouth open.

"I'm just wrapping myself in stockings right now, what can you do?"

Han Qian stopped talking, Yeats thought he was asleep, and after about three minutes, Han Qian opened his eyes.

"Where's your stockings?"

Yeats closed his eyes and took a deep breath.

"Mr. Han, it's minus 20 degrees outside tonight, and I'm wearing stockings to pick you up? Am I crazy? ”

"That... I'm going to find my mother! ”

Han Qian struggled to go out, but it was useless for Yeats to say anything, and finally Yeats said helplessly.

"Wear it, wear it, wear it! You go to bed first and wait, I'll wear two, one black and one white, okay? ”

"Fishing, fishing, fishing... Net! ”

Yeats really didn't know what to say, and when he helped Han Qian to the bedroom, Han Qian broke free from Yeats's support.

"I... I can·· Go by yourself·· You·· Change! ”

"Okay, good, change!"

When Yeats went to the dressing room in the office to change into black stockings and came back, Han Qian had already slept and didn't know what was going on, Yeats sat on the chair and smiled helplessly, and then took out his mobile phone and took a photo of his beautiful legs and sent it to Moments, with text.

[Mr. Han, you said that you were unconscious, why are you still tossing me back and forth wearing this! ] 】

Then Yeats took off his coat, lifted the quilt, got into the quilt, and kissed Han Qian's face fiercely.

Or the fragrant Mr. Han is cuter.

When Yeats fell asleep, her circle of friends exploded!

This is the first time Yeats has announced his relationship status on his circle of friends or social software.

Yeats's circle of friends fryed.

this time.

Sexy black silk leg photos.

With such ambiguous text.

Yeats's circle of friends exploded, the comments were 99+ in an instant, relatives and friends sent messages one by one, Ye's mother, who hadn't slept late at night, looked at her daughter's circle of friends and looked at the comments of relatives, Ye's mother sighed.

Now it's okay, I'm already curious about what my daughter is doing.

Well, now there's a topic to talk about during the New Year.

Isn't this tossing Xiao Qian back and forth?

Among all Han Qian's mothers-in-law, there is no one who does not feel sorry for him, what this child has experienced, the pressure he bears every day, and their elders have clearly seen it, although they know that there are many girls around this son-in-law.

Dad Ye walked over, looked at Mama Ye and frowned.

"What's going on? My relatives called me and asked if my daughter was in love. ”

Mama Ye took out her mobile phone and handed it to Dad Ye and smiled.

"The girl naughtily posted a circle of friends, I guess I forgot to block our relatives, the relatives are already curious about our daughter's work and relationship status, the girl has been in Binhai for the past few years, and now it is suddenly announced, there will definitely be people curious, Lao Ye, you say, Han Qian is good or bad for our daughter."

Dad Ye glanced at his phone, then looked down at his legs, and said seriously.

"Our girl's legs are direct, follow me!"

Ye Ma smiled.

"Go! It's starting to stink again, isn't it? What about you, you said that there are so many girls around Xiaoqian, what did he say to our daughter? I like Xiaoqian, this child, how to look at it and how pleasing to the eye, but··"

Dad Ye poured a cup of hot tea and said with a smile.

"But what?"

Mother Ye sighed.

"I always feel that Han Qian doesn't treat our girl as much as he treats other girls?"

Dad Ye spit out a piece of tea and pouted.

"You know the."

Early morning.

It's snowing.

Han Qian sat on the bed shirtless and looked out the window at the zoo that had been covered with snow in the distance, the dragon snake tattoo on his right arm seemed to come to life when Han Qian stretched his waist, especially the snake head holding the dragon's head.

Feeling the temperature in the room and looking at the snow outside, Han Qian pulled a bath towel on the chair and wrapped it around his body, poured a glass of water and walked to the window and lit a cigarette.

With smoke in his left hand and water in his right, he looked at the snow outside and opened his mouth.

"The snow blows drunk and the face is not as cold as the cold, and the feet are thousands of mountains and thousands of mountains."

Han Qian originally wanted to say that Haruka was not snowy, but when he heard the sound of the door opening behind him, he felt that he should be a little forced.

Pretend to be a force.

"Thirty miles of Tianzhu Qiong steps, more flying catkins and Jun look! Syllable! ”

The poems are right and profound.

But what's the deal with this crisp whip?

Han Qian turned his head, and when he saw Yeats, who was dressed in a black leather coat and had a pink demon horn on his head, Han Qian suddenly recalled the fear of being dominated by the wind oil essence a few years ago.

I wanted to smoke to relieve my tension, but the water cup was delivered to my mouth, and when I wanted to drink water, the cigarette butt was thrown into the water cup.

Yeats squinted and smiled.

"Why is Mr. Han nervous? With these scars all over his body, this big flower arm, are the Northeast gentlemen nervous? ”

Han Qian took a step back and said in a trembling voice.

"Morning... Ah~~"

Yeats walked towards Han Qian in a pair of knee-high reflective black leather boots.

Every time the sound of the heel landing on the floor was like a hammer hammering Han Qian's heart, Han Qian took a step back and leaned against the window, the corners of his eyes twitching.

"Miss Ye, I have no grievances with you in the past!"

Yeats nodded.

"Well, there is no vendetta! Just looking at the scars on Mr. Han's body, I will be jealous, and none of them are left for Miss Ye! ”

As he spoke, Han Qian grabbed the teacup and crumbled it on the windowsill, picked up the sharp teacup fragment and stabbed it at his right arm!

"If you dare to harm yourself, I'll chop off your arm!"

The sharp porcelain piece was attached to the skin, and then Han Qian slowly put down the fragment and took a deep breath.

"Miss Ye, I think we can reconcile with each other!"

"Whip, choose one of your own!"

"Whip!"

"Blindfold, the ball chooses one by himself."

"Blindfold!"

Yeats nodded.

"Good! Then the wind oil essence and the ball! Mr. Han, I want you to have a long memory, if I don't wear stockings, you will find Yan Qingqing, right? Heh~"

Yeats stepped forward and closed the curtains, Han Qian rushed to the door with a brisk step, but no matter how he opened the door, the door couldn't be opened, Yeats, who was dressed in a leather coat, pinched his waist with one hand, and the long whip in the other hand fell to the ground.

"Smack!"

A white whip mark appears on the floor.

Han Qian turned around.

Yeats glanced at the big bed, and Han Qian obediently went to bed, pulled the quilt over his body, and his face was full of grievances.

"You have to take pity on others~"

(End of chapter)