Love is deep and lifeless: Uncle, please surrender

"Does Brother Quan know about this?"

"know."

"How did he say?"

"He went back to Quan's house to find Mrs. Quan." Just before she came to the hospital.

"He went home?" Yan Yu thought he didn't care about Feng Han.

"Well, he said that he would stop Mrs. Quan's actions." It was also... the last time to believe in the kindness of maternal love.

"Sister Han, how much money do you have now?" In a place like City C where every inch of land is expensive, their survival may become a problem for a long time.

"Hundreds of thousands!" The decoration and operating costs of the bar have already spent most of her savings, and she has to pay the bank 10,000+ yuan in interest every month.

"You must tell me if you have difficulties, don't always carry them by yourself, otherwise what do you want friends for?" Yan Yu held her hand tightly, and she would definitely not accept money from Feng Han now.

"Okay." Feng Han gave her a relieved smile, she is really stretched now.

Feng Han stayed with Yan Yu in the hospital all afternoon, and both of them felt much better after some chatting.

In the magnificent hall of the Quan family, Quan Jin stood with his hands behind his back, "Master, please drink tea." The maid respectfully brought the tea.

"You still know how to come back? Why, can't you survive the hard life outside?" Mrs. Quan walked down the stairs proudly.

"Mom, stop what you're doing! Feng Han is innocent, you're angry at me!" Quan Jin frowned and looked at Mrs. Quan.

"I'm telling you, it's impossible, I will never let this woman go!" Mrs. Quan said without anger.How could she let Feng Han go, she abducted her own son.

"Then you will lose my son forever!" Quan Jin yelled at his mother, he never thought that his mother could be so unreasonable.

"What did you say?" Mrs. Quan slapped Quan Jin's face with a backhand, "You don't want Mrs. Quan, and mother doesn't want it anymore, do you? How far are you going to humiliate yourself for a prostitute?"

"She's not a prostitute! You don't understand her at all, and you don't understand me either! You only have money in your eyes!" At this moment, in Quan Jin's eyes, Mrs. Quan doesn't look like a wealthy lady?It's no different from the vanity of the philistines.

"Just wait and regret it!" Mrs. Quan sat on the main sofa with her back straight and dignified.

"It's you who will regret it. If you don't stop what you are doing, the tax evasion scandal of the Quan family under your control will soon appear on the pages of major newspapers!" .

"You dare to threaten me? When did you collect these things?" Mrs. Quan's face immediately changed. In the years before she handed over the Quan family to Quan Jin, she almost did everything to strengthen the Quan family.

"When you collected Feng Han's evidence." Quan Jin asked Li Bochen to investigate at that time, and kept it with him after the investigation. Fortunately, he didn't impulsively pay the taxes back then.

"Are you plotting against your biological mother?" Mrs. Quan still couldn't believe what she saw.

"Each each other!"

"You...you..." Mrs. Quan was so out of breath that she passed out.

"Ma'am! Ma'am! Call an ambulance." Quan Jin was stunned for a second with his outstretched hand reflexively, but he still couldn't pass the test of conscience, and rushed over to pick up Madam Quan and sent him to the hospital.

"The patient is fine, but he can't stand too much stimulation." After the doctor finished speaking, Quan Jin turned around and left.

I'm afraid Mrs. Quan's condition will get worse if she stays longer.

Even if these missed taxes are made up, Mrs. Quan will not be able to avoid being imprisoned...

A few hundred million in taxes is enough for her to spend her life in prison. With Mrs. Yiquan's temperament, she dare not take this risk on herself.

"Brother Quan is here to pick you up!" Yan Yu patted Feng Han who was checking Weibo.

"Ah? You're here!" Feng Han came to his senses, he didn't expect him to be so fast.

"Well, let's go back!" Quan Jin said goodbye to Yan Yu with his arms around her shoulders.

"Bye!" Yan Yu stretched his waist, "Hurry up and take your girlfriend away, I don't even have time to sleep because I'm so annoying!" He pretended to be disgusted.

"Then I won't come next time, hum!" Feng Han leaned on Quan Jin and looked at her arrogantly at the door.

"No, no, no, I was wrong!" Yan Yu hurriedly folded his hands together to apologize.

"That's more or less the same~" Feng Han walked away with Quan Jin proudly.

"Hey, what did you tell your mother?" Feng Han asked impatiently as soon as he left the hospital.

"What about this, just leave it alone, she won't meddle in our affairs anymore." Quan Jin stuffed her into the car, "Think about what to cook for me at night first!"

"I'm relieved after you told me!" Feng Han asked him relentlessly.

"I have some clues against the Quan family, so she doesn't dare to act rashly." After Quan Jin finished briefly, Feng Han fell silent.

"What's the matter? Do you think that's what family affection is all about? Only money benefits are eternal." Why doesn't he regret it, but what can he do?
Quan Jin started the car and was about to take her home, "Quan Jin, are you also very sad that your mother and the Quan Group that you grew up with were killed?" Feng Han looked at him and asked.

Hearing this, Quan Jin paused for holding the steering wheel, Feng Han understood him.

"That can't be helped, you can't just watch the two of us living on the street!"

"..." Feng Han didn't know how to comfort him, and leaned his head on his shoulder.

"It's driving!"

"..." Didn't seduce you again!
Sure enough, Mrs. Quan did not trip Feng Han again, but her bar was indeed out of business, the place was rented, and the government was about to demolish it, so she had to pay for the wine in her hand. arrive.

They were overwhelmed by the bank's high interest rates.

"Sell my car!" Feng Han and Quan Jin were thinking about countermeasures at home, and Quan Jin said suddenly, throwing the car keys on the table with the symbol of a trident.

Quan Jin's Maserati is a limited edition, and it can be sold for a lot of money if it is sold second-hand. At least she doesn't have to worry about the bank interest for one year.

"No, you're just a car like this, you can't sell it anymore, we can find another way." Feng Han returned the key to him.

In addition to the refunded rent and the working capital in hand, the total amount is only more than 100 million. After deducting their living expenses, there is not much bank interest left for a quarter.

"I don't care if I have a car or not." He is a man and cannot hide under the wing of a woman.

"Let's talk after this month. Since we can't cut costs, let's start with open source! Let's find a job!" Feng Han changed the subject.

"Okay." Quan Jin agreed wholeheartedly.

That night, I found someone to sell my car, and handed the check to Feng Han the next day.

"What do you mean?" Where did he get the check?

"The car is sold. Have you ever seen a wage earner who drives a Maserati to work?" Quan Jin stuffed the check into her hand, "First repay the bank loan a little bit."

"Then what will you drive next?"

“The bus and subway are very convenient!”

"Fool!" Feng Han hugged him violently, how could a person who is used to driving a luxury car be used to taking a subway bus?

"Hanhan, I will definitely support you."

"Yeah, I believe it." Feng Han nodded with tears in his eyes.

Yan Yu also heard Li Bochen talk about Feng Han's current situation, "Can we help them?"

"They won't be willing to accept my help." He knew Quan Jin's character, unless he spoke up himself.

"Hey, Sister Han's life is so hard!" She didn't seem to have seen any lucky things happen to Feng Han.

"Nini, I'm going to Japan to meet my grandfather. I'll be back in a few days. You have to behave yourself." Yan Yu had another attack in the morning, and he couldn't wait.

"How many days are you going to go for?"

"It's hard to say, a week at most."

"All right!"

"You can't run away secretly again!" Li Bochen warned her because she had learned from the past.