The super son-in-law of the female president

Qin Fan was quite satisfied, and then continued to speak lightly: "The second request is, don't do anything harmful to nature in the future. After all, people who have children have to accumulate points for their children."

"And you, Lei Hu, help the old lady to cross the road on weekdays, and do more to be brave."

"Zhang Lijuan, your cosmetics cost millions. You might as well spend some money to support those poor families, especially those future flowers of the motherland. Isn't it more meaningful than your random blooming?"

Lei Hu and Zhang Lijuan nodded one after another.

"Young Master Qin is right."

"Young Master Qin is right."

The next morning, Lei Hu sent Qin Fan back to the hospital gate.

Qin Fan didn't go up to see Xu Bin, but turned around and walked into the bicycle parking shed.

The little bicycle he was riding on yesterday is still here.

I haven't gone back to visit my sister for several days. This dead girl has not taken the initiative to make a phone call in the past two days, and I don't know what she is busy with.

After riding for half an hour, it was seven twenty in the morning.

Qin Fan bought a few steamed buns, two bags of soy milk, and some cakes at the breakfast shop downstairs.

Walking to the door of the rental house, he took out the key, turned it twice, and pushed the door open.

The door only opened a gap and was blocked by the anti-theft chain inside.

"Qin Yuan!"

"Qin Yuan, open the door!"

"Who?"

"Me! Who else, of course, is your brother."

Inside the door, Qin Yuan took off the anti-theft chain, and when she saw that it was Qin Fan coming, she immediately smiled and was overjoyed.

"How did you come?"

Qin Fan pressed the little girl's head hard, and reprimanded with a smile: "What you said, can't my brother come?"

It's only been a week since I last saw her. On the top of her head, which was originally bald due to chemotherapy, two centimeters of thick hair has grown on the top of her little sister Qin Yuan's head.

He looks like a tomboy, which is very pleasing.

"Huh? Are you reading a book?"

Qin Fan looked at a large pile of textbooks on the table, some of which were folded and pressed many times.

Qin Yuan said happily: "The head teacher has already reported to the principal for approval. My student status has been reserved. The school allows me to study again from the freshman year."

Qin Fan hugged his younger sister excitedly, kissed her forehead vigorously, and said with great relief, "That's great, I thought my student status would have been revoked long ago."

But after thinking about it, Qin Yuan's university is Manan University outside the province, which is six to seven hundred kilometers away from Kanhai City.

"When are we leaving?" Qin Fan asked reluctantly.

"Probably only these two days, I have to wait for the head teacher to confirm the class."

"Then promise brother that you will never fall in love in freshman year, and you can talk in sophomore year, but you must go through the checks of your brother."

Qin Yuan looked disgusted and said: "Hey, you should take care of yourself, I have heard others say that your life in Xu's house is not easy."

"Sister-in-law is a good woman, you must work hard and cherish it."

Qin Fan scratched his head and said speechlessly, "It's true that which pot is not opened and which pot is lifted, and I actually taught my brother a lesson."

Brother and sister, you say a word and I don't spare anyone, bickering with each other, laughing, arguing, and despising each other, after breakfast.

At nine o'clock in the morning, Qin Fan left the apartment, got on his beloved bicycle, and pedaled vigorously in the direction of Xu's house.

Halfway home, on a slightly deserted road, a BMW suddenly rushed out, and then turned to force Qin Fan to a stop.

At the same time, the rear doors of the car opened on both sides, and three young gangsters quickly jumped out of the car, all of whom had tattoos tattooed on their necks.

Qin Fan asked curiously, "What? We know each other?"

One of the punks, who was seventeen or eighteen years old, threw out a burlap bag extremely arrogantly.

"Put it on, put it on yourself!"

"Be sensible, don't force me to do it?"

Qin Fan was a little speechless, these little gangsters, the oldest judging from his appearance, was no older than 22 three.

"Huh? The young man is quite arrogant."

One of the teenagers with a nunchaku squinted and sneered: "If you tell you to put it on, you can put it on, what a lot of nonsense."

"Do you want to eat my stick!"

After finishing speaking, he waved the nunchuck in his hands unprofessionally, and even for a few seconds, he almost hit himself.

Qin Fan tried not to laugh, and put the sack on his head cooperatively.

"Several big brothers, the headgear is put on, what instructions do you have now?"

Another gangster pushed Qin Fan with his hand, and ordered: "Laugh! Laugh at your head! Are we so funny?"

"groove!"

"Don't talk nonsense with him, get in the car!"

Under the escort of several people, Qin Fan put on a hood and got into the BMW.

Just as the car was about to start, Qin Fan suddenly called out, "Oh, brother, can we discuss something."

"What's the matter, do you know your current situation?"

"You still dare to ask, I'm afraid you are impatient."

The gangster sitting in the front row sneered, "Let him mention it. I'm curious what he wants to ask for."

Qin Fan curled his lips, held back for a long time, and popped out a few words: "Can you put my folding bicycle in the trunk..."

"Holy shit, that's the only request? I'm afraid you'll ask for a shit or something. I can satisfy you with such a small request."

After finishing speaking, he ordered his companions to fold up Qin Fan's small bicycle and put it in the trunk.

In the BMW brand car, the engine hummed and the car shook slightly.

Driving halfway.

Qin Fan's back was a little uncomfortable.

Complained: "Brother, you can't do this BMW. The three-cylinder engine is not a high-speed suspension beam. After passing so many speed bumps, the big buttocks are a little numb."

The gangster next to Qin Fan slapped Qin Fan on the head through the sack.

Angrily scolded: "You know what, do you know what brand this car is?"

"BMW! BMW! Big brand!"

I'm so fucking speechless, who sent the idiot who kidnapped me.

At this time, Qin Fan wanted to lift the sack, turned them over and left.

If he hadn't been curious about the boss behind the scenes, he wouldn't have wanted to act with these gangsters.

Qin Fannan said: "Isn't it nice to buy a domestic car with this money? What if you can't get up after kneeling for a long time?"

"Slot, Brother Wang, this kid is laughing at you for being blind! What should we do?"

The driver said coldly: "He knows what a fart, we drive BMWs not for the sake of the car, but to pick up girls, understand?"

"What's the use of us knowing cars? For the same money, one domestic car and one BMW, who do you think girls like?"

"Does the girl understand cars?"

"According to the statistics of relevant agencies of the United Nations, the time a person can spend on the road actually only accounts for one-tenth of his life, and almost one-half of the time is actually spent in bed."

"Here, do you understand?"

The little gangster next to him was really admiring.

"Brother Wang is mighty, let's wait for the scumbags to bow down to the patriarch together."

Brother Wang heheed, and then pressed the music play button.

A piece of Luo Zhixiang's "Fox Spirit" exploded in an instant, and a transcendent DJ suddenly rose in the car.

Accompanied by the music, several punks began to swing rhythmically, shake their shoulders, shake their heads, twist their buttocks, and stomp their feet.

The car was galloping on the smooth road, shaking back and forth regularly, bursting with excitement.

On the side of the road, an old man sitting in the shade squinted his eyes, seeing the situation, he could only sigh reminiscently:

"Young people nowadays really know how to play."

"The highest state of Che Zhen."