After the divorce, the ex-wife became a creditor

Then Qian Wan and Han Qian played games in Yan Qingqing's office all afternoon. Yan Qingqing was busy out and had no time to deal with these two special beings, one was the director's niece, and the other was her greatest hero and think tank.

Just play for a while.

Their efforts will be needed in the future.

Although Yan Qingqing acts like a tool all day long, she has her own ambitions, but now is not the time.

When they got off work, the two guys still couldn't clear the level. Qian Wan invited Han Qian to her house to continue playing. By the way, her aunt was also very interested in Han Qian. Han Qian looked at Qian Wan with a look of horror on his face, with a hint of fear in his eyes. Fox asked.

"What did you say to your aunt?"

"I've said everything I can. My aunt and I have no secrets. Your two-day plan and the 130,000 yuan from Tu Xiao..."

"Huh? No, who told you that I wanted 130,000?"

"Yang Jia!"

As soon as he guessed that it was this little gossip, Han Qian got up and ran out the door. When he went out, Yang Jia was packing her things. When she saw Han Qian's fierce look, she ran away. Before Han Qian could say anything, she had already ran away for more than ten meters. Han Qian pointed at Yang Jia and roared.

"When I catch you, I'll sew your mouth shut."

"Luanluuluo! Brother Qian, I'm looking for your weakness! You'd better be careful."

Yang Jia ran away, and Yan Qingqing came back. She looked back at Yang Jia step by step, and asked Han Qian suspiciously what happened. Han Qian probably told Yan Qingqing, and Yan Qingqing's eyebrows were filled with joy after hearing this.

Han Qian is simply her biggest lucky star!

"Go! Why don't you go! Han Qian, don't you know how to cook well? Let's go! I will take you to buy ingredients. You call Wen Juying and tell her that you won't be going back tonight."

Han Qian looked at Yan Qingqing doubtfully and said softly.

"Are you going too?"

"I'm worried that you, the playboy, will bring disaster to Qian Wan. Han Qian, Han Qian, have you never been in love? Do you not have a woman you like?"

"Yes, I really like my mother. She is the female Bodhisattva in my heart."

"What about the girl?"

"Why do you like that stuff? Why don't you just concentrate on making money?"

Question: Who has the best head in the Glory Group? Han Qian will definitely be ranked first. Ask again: Which man in Glory is the straightest and most upright? Han Qian is firmly at the top of the list. Yan Qingqing stretched out her hands to pinch Han Qian’s head. Face, look at this guy seriously.

Why are you not enlightened at all?

Doesn't he know that what he takes for granted will make girls think a lot?

Not to mention a bad guy, he is so handsome, even if he is handsome, his brain is faster than that hamster's cage, but he has no emotional intelligence for girls, or Han Qian has no such thoughts for girls, this guy is really Simply cute.

Is it simple or just stupid?

When he went downstairs, Han Qian still sent a text message to Nuan Nuan. Within a minute, Nuan Nuan's text message came back, telling Han Qian that she was having a company dinner tonight, and the location was sent to Han Qian, and he would pick her up around nine o'clock.

good.

Another word.

Be concise and to the point.

How about Han Qian being a straight man?

Hearing that Yan Qingqing was also going, Qian Wan was still happy and threw the car keys to Han Qian. She went to sit in Yan Qingqing's Raptor. She said that being a Raptor felt like being a locomotive. When Han Qian got into the McLaren While super running, he felt like he was sitting in a pit. Was this... too low?

Yan Qingqing had already left for five minutes, and Han Qian's car was still parked. He had to call Qian Wan and asked with a hint of tears.

"Big money, how do you start this car? I don't know how."

"puff!"

Then Qian Wan and Yan Qingqing's wanton ridicule came from the other side of the phone. Han Qian hung up the phone and called Wen Nuan.

"Hey, let me ask you something, where is the start button of the McLaren supercar? I'm confused right now."

Nuan Nuan also laughed after hearing this, but her smile was very gentle.

"Look to see if there is one near the center console. Hey! Ask Lao Wen for one. If he doesn't buy it for me, he will definitely buy it for you... Wait a minute! Whose McLaren and what kid are you hooking up with? Are you a girl? Can Han Qian win over your good-natured heart?"

Han Qian scratched his head and looked around, and finally saw the start button where the handbrake would normally be. Then he started looking for the handbrake... Han Qian was even more anxious. He was really about to cry.

"Nuan Nuan, where is the handbrake!"

"Electronic handbrake! Forget it, you are so stupid. My sister will get you one tomorrow. Brother Qian, can you be a little bit more like a country bumpkin?"

"This thing is not a question of whether it is cheap or not. Cars cost two to three million or more than four million. I think there are times when they run on the road. The car is a big-money car. The last time I ate, I was by your side. , the one you feel has a good impression, I want to cry even more when I mention this, her aunt wants to see me, I have to drive, see you in the evening."

Han Qian really didn't dare to chat anymore. Firstly, he was unfamiliar with driving this car, and secondly, he didn't dare to drive it.

Then there was a yellow supercar speeding along at a speed of thirty miles. Han Qian was concentrating on it. He was crying while driving. Han Qian didn't cry after being beaten. He didn't cry when his mother was critically ill in the hospital. Crying because he knew he could solve it, but he really couldn't solve the car now.

While waiting for a traffic light, a Land Rover parked next to him, and then Han Qian heard something.

"What the hell, is it a man? I thought it was a woman, driving so slowly."

It was almost seven o'clock when Han Qian drove to the small street stall where he last ate. Yan Qingqing laughed at Han Qian mercilessly. Han Qian didn't say a word because he couldn't find a reason to refute. He still felt The warm Alfa Romeo is more suitable for ordinary people, and Sister Yang's Bora is also suitable.

He can also try to drive Yan Qingqing's Raptor, but this is the only McLaren.

No, no.

Maybe I won't have this fate in this life.

Qian Ling was not enthusiastic, which was what Han Qian and Yan Qingqing expected. The most important thing was that Han Qian had a bit of panic in his eyes when Qian Ling saw the ingredients in his hand.

She can't cook!

Big money? She didn't look like she knew how to cook. Then Han Qian laid his eyes on Yan Qingqing, and she became embarrassed.

The straight man said without thinking.

"How do you usually eat?"

Qian Wan giggled.

"takeout!"

Yan Qingqing was a little embarrassed.

"Eat out and then go home."

Qian Ling seemed more generous.

"The restaurant downstairs delivers it every day."

When a proletarian asked about capitalism, he was destined to be hit. Then Han Qian went to the kitchen. Yan Qingqing had a long memory and didn't buy a single seafood. I don't know if it was Qian Wan who reminded her or her. Long memory.

Han Qian took a deep breath and put on his apron, then walked from the kitchen to the dining room, and then asked the three women in the living room.

"Hmm... Are you hungry or not? If you are not hungry, prepare more. If you are hungry, I will make it simple, but I can only say that it is home-cooked food."

Qian Wan and Yan Qingqing said they were not hungry at the same time. As the elder, Qian Ling just told Han Qian not to be too busy.

The ingredients are very rich, and basically everything Han Qian can think of is available. From the food shopping, it can be seen that these two women don't know how to cook. They just bought everything they can. Since there are many women, Han Qian will be biased towards women. a little.

The food is really divided between men and women.

He skillfully classified the vegetables, then started cutting the side dishes and preparing the ingredients. Han Qian looked at a few potatoes. He took a deep breath, peeled, sliced, and shredded, listening to the rhythmic chopping sound in the kitchen. Qian Wan couldn't stand it anymore at first, so she stood up and secretly watched Han Qian cooking.

Qian Wan lay outside the door with her little head exposed. The man was really handsome when cooking. Like her brother, he was very attentive when cooking. After discovering that Han Qian would rinse the cutting board every time after cutting vegetables, Qian Wan turned around. Waving to Yan Qingqing, who was also helpless, the two women peeked at Han Qian cooking together.

Drain the shredded potatoes and put them aside. Han Qian is holding the vermicelli in his left hand and holding his chin with his right hand. He seems to be thinking about what to do. After a while, he has an idea and starts to get busy. Qian Ling looks at the two little girls looking at them seriously and also I couldn't help but be curious and wanted to see if this young man could cook.

She didn't need to be sneaky, she just stood outside the kitchen and watched Han Qian busy inside. She watched the young man handle the ingredients skillfully and kept talking.

"Ants that climb trees should like to eat them, right? Mom actually likes to eat them, oops! I forgot about this."

Han Qian put the vermicelli in the pot, and then went to handle the shredded potatoes that had been soaked in cold water. He was a little confused for a while. Qian Ling's eyes were very gentle, and it looked very similar to him. He could also cook when he was here, and he would also chatter. Said the same thing.

"Mom should like to eat it."

Qian Ling squinted her eyes and smiled. At this time, Qian Wan looked at Qian Ling. Her face was a little lonely and she whispered.

"Gu, it seems."

After so many years, Qian Ling would be sad, but also relieved. She nodded lightly, then walked into the kitchen, opened the pot and took a look at the stew inside. Han Qian scratched his head in embarrassment.

"It's not done yet, and it definitely won't look good now."

Qian Ling trembled as she held the lid of the pot. She remembered what the child who had gone to heaven said when he cooked for the first time.

"Mom, don't look at it yet. It won't look good until you put it on the table. It will definitely not look good in the pot."

He should be fine in heaven.

Qian Ling's injuries were not something that ordinary women could bear. Now Han Qian's words were tantamount to uncovering the scars on her heart. Qian Ling turned her head and looked at Han Qian coldly and said coldly.

"It's best not to be taught by Qian Wan."

He sighed after saying that.

"Keep sitting, I'm not in a hurry."

When Qian Ling walked out of the kitchen, her legs were a little weak. She refused the support of Qian Wan and Yan Qingqing and whispered that she was going to take a rest. Han Qian didn't know what he had done wrong and looked at Qian Wan with some worry. Sighing and shrugging.

"I miss my brother, Brother Qian. What you just said was what my brother said to my aunt. It was in this kitchen, the scene just now, you, you!"

Han Qian was holding a bowl of shredded potatoes and was determined to give up. Why was he so arrogant when he had nothing to do?

When Qian Ling returned to the room, she sat beside the bed, took the photo on the table and held it in her arms.

"Mom misses you so much."

As for the 3,000-word chapter, don’t say I’m short.