Ex-wife becomes creditor after divorce Season 2

After lunch, Tongyao and Ji Jing were still looking at each other. Yeats couldn't stand it anymore and turned to look at Han Qian.

"Mr. Han, do you want to play a game?"

Han Qian tilted his head and said doubtfully.

"what game?"

"Just wait~"

Yeats stood up and took out a tie from his bag. Han Qian was not surprised to see what appeared in Yeats' bag. It was all prepared for him anyway. Yeats took the tie and covered Han Qian's eyes, pulling Han Qian to stand up. .

"Come and catch me~"

"Why?"

Han Qian was stunned for a moment, then Tong Yao curled his lips and sneered.

"Do you still have to say, Your Majesty, come and arrest me~"

The child monster's voice was so loud that Han Qian got goosebumps when he heard it. At this time, Ji Jing stood up and walked to Han Qian's side, blowing hot air into Han Qian's ear.

"Your Majesty~"

Han Qian put his hands on his waist and raised his head and laughed.

"I finally understand King Zhou's happiness! My beloved concubine, here I come..."

boom!

Han Qian turned around and walked away. He raised his leg and kicked his little toe on the door frame, and his body hit the floor tiles heavily.

Nursery Rhyme sat on the sofa and sneered.

"Are you still happy?"

Ji Jing glared at Tong Yao, and when she stepped forward to help Han Qian, Han Qian yelled.

"Don't! Don't move! It hurts!"

Yeats frowned.

"Where does it hurt? My little toe will be fine in a while."

Han Qian gritted his teeth and said in a low voice.

"Waist! My waist seemed to have reached me. I just heard a snap!"

In the car, Ji Jing was driving, and Tong Yao was sitting in the back seat, glaring at Yeats angrily.

"Just kidding, are you feeling better now? If Han Qian doesn't tease you for a day, it's just scratching you, isn't it? You're feeling fine now, is your waist twisted?"

Yeats muttered in a low voice and Tongyao closed his eyes, took a deep breath, looked at Han Qian and whispered softly.

"It was pretty ordinary before, but now it's even more ordinary. What should I do?"

Han Qian's forehead was covered with sweat and he gritted his teeth.

"I don't have time to argue with you, nursery rhyme, just wait until I get better."

Nursery Rhyme pouted.

"Haha~ You ran to the bathroom to wash your underwear while I was changing my stockings. What else did you say?"

Yeats turned his head suddenly.

"Mr. Han, you...this is a disease! It needs to be cured!"

Han Qian was furious.

"Yeats, where did you fart? We haven't slept together, have we?"

Ji Jing, who was driving, whispered softly.

"My eldest nephew, are you very proud?"

When he arrived at the hospital, Han Qian was pushed in by the bed.

very nice!

Familiar places, familiar smells, familiar people.

The old Chinese medicine doctor stood beside the bed holding a teapot, pointing at Han Qian's waist and explaining to a group of college students.

"In this case, you can't just look at the immediate trauma. You have to think about why you are so fragile! Just give it a brief overview. This is a case where the lower back was twisted when you fell. What happened to the little toe? Is it dislocated? Han Qian, You really have to, um... okay, your little toe is healed! Just bear with it and I'll straighten your bones."

Then a group of people watched the old Chinese medicine doctor take off his coat, roll up his sleeves and go to Han Qian.

There was a miserable wail in the ward.

The old Chinese medicine doctor wiped his sweat and looked at Han Qian who looked like a dead dog.

"It's not a big problem. You can be discharged from the hospital tomorrow! Have you drank the medicine I gave you? Well...Teacher Tong, come with me and get him some medicine. The bones in his body are getting weaker day by day."

When nursery rhyme went out, Ji Jing also followed him out and whispered.

"I'm afraid you'll poison my eldest nephew!"

Nursery Rhyme said angrily.

"Am I sick? Don't act like a mentally ill person. I'll give him some medicine if it's okay."

Ji Jing ignored Tongyao and carefully compared it with her mobile phone while taking the medicine, for fear that Tongyao would drug Han Qian.

In the ward, Han Qian lay motionless on the bed. The old Taoist priest sneaked into the ward and slapped Han Qian on the butt.

"Little thief~ Do you have this day too?"

Han Qian lay on the bed and pouted.

"I'm not in the mood to make trouble with you. Tell me when the rain will stop."

"Six p.m!"

"Does this count?"

"Weather forecast!"

Han Qian squinted at the old Taoist priest and frowned.

"You are a bit serious. You are nagging me. You have been confused by the torment recently."

The old Taoist priest sat on the bed opposite Han Qian, stretched out his left hand and began to calculate, and then shouted.

"You won't survive tonight!"

Han Qian squinted at the old Taoist priest, who chuckled.

"It's in the wrong hand."

The day the old Taoist priest saw him, Han Qian knew that the word "high moral character" had nothing to do with him. The old Taoist priest pinched his fingers and frowned, his face became slightly ugly, and he took a deep breath.

"Xiao Han Qian, what you have done recently is not very good! How come you have killed so many lives? If you choose to believe in retribution, this heavy rain really has something to do with you. It has been a good thing recently. I haven’t done anything yet.”

Han Qian frowned.

"I'll just kill some fish."

"A bit?"

Han Qian became a little irritable and frowned.

"Speaking of serious matters, what should I do?"

The old Taoist priest rubbed his fingers, and Yeats immediately took out his wallet. Han Qian suddenly sat up, grabbed the old Taoist priest's beard and said angrily.

"You haven't lied enough? Don't you know how much my family spent this time?"

The old Taoist priest curled his lips and said.

"What does your family have to do with you? It's useless even if Yeats takes the money. You don't have to worry about this matter. I'll just ask the old monk to recite sutras for you! In fact, it's not a big deal. I just heard that your waist is not very good." Okay, ahem, I recently learned a skill, which is to make small lead balls!"

"Roll, roll, roll."

The old Taoist priest laughed and left, and Han Qian put his hands on his waist and sighed.

"Originally it was pain in the waist, but now it hurts from being massaged by the old Chinese medicine practitioner, Miss Ye, Miss Ye? Yeats!"

"Huh? Huh? Here we are!"

Looking at Yeats who looked confused, Han Qian asked doubtfully.

"what are you thinking?"

Yeats tilted his head and said softly.

"I'm thinking about what I'm going to do tomorrow. Will Ye Zhai Pavilion still be open?"

"Why not open it?"

When it got dark, Liu Jiulong brought dinner, sat on the bed and looked at Han Qian and sighed softly.

"Pay attention to your health. Your sister-in-law stewed the fairy chicken for you, but she forgot a lot of Chinese medicine and wolfberry in it. I wanted to make a pair of sheep's treasures for you, but you don't seem to eat them, right?"

Han Qian asked with raised eyebrows.

"Isn't it enough that I was disgusted when I ate barbecue last time? It smells so good!"

After saying this, the door of the ward was pushed open, and Yang Lan walked in carrying the thermos bucket. Liu Jiulong stood up quickly and said with a naive smile.

"Lanlan~Lanlan, you are here~"

Yang Lan squinted at Liu Jiulong, then glanced at Han Qian with disdain. She took a deep breath, walked up and sat beside the bed, opened the thermos bucket and placed it next to the bed.

"I have married so many girls, are you okay now? Is it not okay anymore?"

Han Qian frowned and looked at Yang Lan, crying sadly.

"Sister Yang, I have a sprain!"

"Oh, oh, I know, I know! I made dumplings for you, leeks, bubu~"

Han Qian looked at Yang Lan helplessly, and then Yang Lan took out a small bottle of liquor.

"Medicine!"

Han Qian was so angry that his teeth itched. He had just eaten a dumpling when Qian Wan came.

"Brother, my aunt made it for you, with apple filling!"

Everyone was shocked!

Yang Lan couldn't bear it after taking one bite, frowned and looked at Han Qian and asked.

"Don't you want to eat sweets?"

Han Qian murmured while eating dumplings.

"My aunt made it. The rat poison is also delicious."