Ex-wife becomes creditor after divorce Season 2

Chapter 18

I almost fell to death on the curb!

The arms of the military coat were frayed. Han Qian sat cross-legged on the small bed and mended it with a needle and thread. He put his cell phone aside and listened to Wei Jiu's nagging.

"This syphilis has nothing to do with us, oh! To be precise, this syphilis is just a joke. Someone made a joke to you before! I did some research about Dong Bin and Lao Bai. I didn't dare to ask too confidently. Just ask. Exposed! You had a conflict with them at work, and then you sent these two people to the branch, that's all! No, you don't remember me, but you can remember these two people, is that too much? "

"Wei Jiu, I'm sewing clothes."

"How many sets should I buy you? Aren't you short of money now?"

"I'll sew your mouth shut in a minute!"

"Come on, come on! Do you want to kill me? Do you want to know who harmed you?"

"No! I'll retrieve my memory now. Once I retrieve my memory, I'll know who these guys are! You should be stricter with your mouth. I just came out of the hospital a few days ago! Shh, good night."

Han Qian hung up the phone. Wei Jiu whispered that his grandson seemed like a scumbag. He sat up and just walked out of the door when his neck was suddenly strangled. Wei Jiu grabbed the person behind him and tried to throw him over his shoulder, but he didn't wait for him to take action. , the waist was suddenly hugged tightly.

Wei Jiu almost fell to death with a German back throw. Before he could recover, Kimura Suo attacked directly.

"What the hell! Han Qian treats you as his brother, why the hell are you seducing An An?"

"When the hell did I..."

"Stop talking, scum! Scum! Beast!"

Wu Qingsi's eyes were red.

Half an hour later, 120 came. Wei Jiu's two arms were broken and dislocated. When he got on the bus, Wei Jiu gritted his teeth and stared at Wu Qingsi.

"You're fucking waiting for me to be discharged from the hospital!"

Wu Qingsi lowered her head and looked at her toes.

It seems that she guessed wrong. If An An hadn't appeared in time, Wei Jiu might have died at the hands of Wu Qingsi. An An didn't explain too much, just smiled and said that it was great that Han Qian had Wu Qingsi as a friend, and then Wu Qingsi asked What An'an means is to say nothing.

For Wei Jiu's dislocation

Wu Qingsi didn't feel guilty at all, so she ran back to her room to call her best friend and boss. As a result, neither of them could think of a normal brain, and they got confused frequently. In the end, the phone was taken away and hung up.

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After New Year’s Day, it’s time to celebrate the first holiday worth celebrating.

The 23rd day of the twelfth lunar month in the north is a small year.

It seems like it should be twenty-four in the south.

"Auntie, aren't you coming back?"

Han Qian asked in a low voice with his mobile phone, Qian Hong smiled on the phone.

"Because I have to go to the United States for some things, please pay attention to your own safety there. If you have no money, call me!"

Han Qian lowered his head and whispered.

"Auntie, Old Man Yan has also run away. I am so bored. Come back during the Chinese New Year! I will cook for you."

"Okay! Don't act like a child."

Han Qian was really a little lonely. He was a worker every day after putting out cement floor tiles. In the past few days, he couldn't even receive calls from Wei Jiu.

A little strange!

He got on his bicycle and went out to the morning market. He bought four big bones and some dried beans, some dried tofu rolls and peanuts. Passing by a place selling loose liquor, Han Qian walked over, walked back, walked I went there, walked back, and finally asked if I could buy something for three yuan.

The boss generously collected three yuan and gave Han Qian a mineral water bottle. He said with a smile that it was only three yuan or two, so he could just take it back and drink it.

When passing by a place selling crabs, Han Qian stood there and looked at the crabs in the basin for a long time.

Finally I bought a piece of tofu and some shredded pickles.

I don’t like eating them, and I can’t bring myself to throw them into the pot.

After returning home, Han Qian put on his apron and whistled while cooking in the kitchen. As he was cooking, his eyes suddenly turned red, and when he took a deep breath, he found himself shaking.

Han Qian didn't know why he felt sad suddenly.

Even Xiaonian himself can't fool him.

A large bone stewed pickled cabbage, a small pot of pickled vegetables rolled with tofu, a plate of peanuts, a dried bean roll, and cucumber cut into small strips.

Pour a glass of wine and eat a peanut.

Han Qian always felt that something was missing. The next second he suddenly ran upstairs and found a palm-sized carrot pendant in the drawer. He put the small carrot on the opposite side and poured half a glass of wine. Han Qian laughed.

"Find a companion."

As soon as he finished speaking, the rolling shutter door was opened, and Zhou Le, who was also suffering from a bruise and a swollen face, walked in wearing a shabby military coat. Looking at the food on the table, Zhou Le chuckled, sat down, and placed a small carrot in front of Han Qian, and then He took out two babies in his arms.

"I knew you would be alone! My mother just made a little stupid chicken abroad, and I didn't even let go of the chicken's butt, dangdang! She has been happy to serve the leader these past two days, so I rewarded her!"

A small iron basin wrapped in a plastic bag and a bottle of Wuliangye liquor.

After placing them on the table, the two of them looked at the two glasses of white wine on the table at the same time, and Zhou Le murmured softly.

"Sanbai?"

Han Qian nodded.

“I bought it this morning!”

Zhou Le frowned.

"Isn't it a waste if you don't drink?"

"Take one?"

After two or two glasses, the two of them picked up the wine glasses and drank it in one gulp. Then they looked at each other, and neither of them moved their chopsticks. About ten seconds later, Zhou Le picked up the spoon and drank the soup, and Han Qian stuffed cucumbers into his mouth. The wine is sore on your throat!

Zhou Le put a chicken leg in Han Qian's bowl and smiled.

"I don't care whether you are Qian Qian or Han Qian, but my name is Zhou Le! Two legs, one for each person! But you have to give me the chicken butt!"

"You can't steal the chicken head!"

At this moment, the rolling shutter door was opened again, and the same two guys with bruises and swollen faces came in carrying things. Dong Bin and Lao Bai came carrying gifts, and Han Qian nuzzled at Lao Bai.

"Close the door, it's cold! Is it snowing outside again?"

Lao Bai nodded vigorously, put down what he was holding and smiled.

"Thinking about celebrating the New Year, come and see Brother Qian'er."

Han Qian smiled and nodded.

"Go, find a chair and sit down by yourself. If you haven't eaten, we can eat something together. After eating, we can drink something together. There have been conflicts and fights! It's the Chinese New Year. Let's just blow away the unpleasantness before! Bring wine. What?"

Dong Bin was carrying a box of beer and smiled.

"I just wanted to come to Brother Qian'er for a drink and apologize! Brother Qian'er has a broad mind."

Han Qian curled his lips and smiled.

"You're very petty, but I don't care about fists and slaps. Go get the dishes and chopsticks by yourself! I've been busy all day and I'm tired."

Dong Bin ran up to get the bowls and chopsticks. After Lao Bai sat down, he took out his cigarette and said flatteringly.

"Brother Qian'er, brother Le'er! Brother Qian'er, when I see Brother Le, I can't help but think of Su Liang. At that time, you two had such a good relationship that everyone in our general department was envious."

Han Qian lowered his head to gnaw on the chicken head and said softly.

"Su Liang? I have no impression of this person. Come on! Tell me what is the relationship between this person and me?"

Lao Bai hesitated, then Dong Bin came down and shouted.

"Old Bai, please stop being petty, Liang'er risked his life for brother Qian'er!"

Han Qian raised his head and looked at Lao Bai, laughing.

"Dishonest!"

Lao Bai knelt on the ground with a thud, raised his head and shouted.

"Brother Qian'er, I'll punish myself with one bottle!"

Then under the painful eyes of Han Qian and Zhou Le, the grandson blew away a bottle of Wuliangye, which made them angry. In the end, Dong Bin called the errand boy to bring two bottles of Maotai, and three People were sitting on the table, and Lao Bai was already lying unconscious on the folding bed.

He doesn't drink!

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