Ex-wife becomes creditor after divorce Season 2

Han Qian really came to see Tongyao, and he calculated the time to come. Han Qian came just as Yu Shici got home before picking up Tongyao from get off work.

It was still early, and the three of them were sitting on the bed playing Landlords. Han Qian suggested playing with stickers. Tong Yao held the poker in both hands and shook his head, then leaned close to Han Qian's neck and sniffed.

"The smell of Bobo MILF ~ Enemy, have you brought any money?"

Han Qian pushed Tong Yao's head away and smiled.

"Are you a dog? You and Ji Jing went to see Yang Caihuan at noon. Let me take a look at the money!"

After waiting for a long time, Han Qian took out a lot of money from his body. He didn't know when Ji Jing gave it to him. He counted it and looked at Nursery Rhyme.

"I have a little over six thousand in cash now."

The nursery rhyme's eyes lit up when he said this. He turned around and took out several bags and started looking through them. After struggling for a while, he found more than 4,000 in cash and said with a mischievous smile.

"Enemies, we play with money. One hundred cents, not one or two cents, just three cents! Come on, come on, Yu Shici, do you have money? I can lend you a loan, and the interest will be one hundred a day."

Yu Shici pouted and took out a wad of cash.

Start playing cards.

Half an hour later, Han Qian got out of bed and smiled.

"I'm going to buy groceries."

Seeing Han Qian leave with a thick wad of cash, Tong Yao's heart almost broke.

half an hour.

Three thousand one.

Not a single point left, everyone lost.

Tong Yao sat on the bed sluggishly, lowering his head and saying blankly.

"Lost, lost, everything is lost, my living expenses for this month are gone!"

Tong Yao lowered her head and looked at the empty wallet in her hand. Han Qian, a shameless straight man, finally won even the 50-cent steel coin.

Yu Shici arranged the cash in his hand and muttered softly.

"I don't use cash when I go out now, I prepare it all for him! So do you. Han Qian fights landlords in the company every day. How can you think you can win!"

Tongyao suddenly raised her hand, pressed her hands on Yu Shici's shoulders, and spoke with anger and unwillingness in her eyes.

"You know Han Qian will definitely win, right? So you did it on purpose, right? How much money have you won over me? Damn, how much money have you won over me, little bitch!"

Yu Shici, who had been working for the whole day, was a little dizzy from being shaken. He lay weakly on the bed without saying a word. Tongyao began to look through his bag, and after rummaging around, he found one dollar of steel coins and six dimes.

The mentality of nursery rhymes has collapsed, and Yu’s poems are powerless.

"Don't you have more than one million in your bank card?"

Tongyao turned to look at Yu Shici and said seriously.

"What about the money? Your monthly salary is one million, right? Yan Qingqing has several one million, and Aunt Ji's salary is about the same as yours. I'm the only one poor. One day of school is either closed or closed! I won't leave any money. Do you have money to support your retirement? What should I do if Han Qian dies? What should I do? What should I do?"

Yu Shici didn't want to talk much, so he rambled on to himself while rummaging through the box of nursery rhymes.

"You bastard, you really beat me! You can die if you give in to me! Han Qian, bastard, I will give you eight sons, I will exhaust you and me to death!"

Yu Shici turned over and turned his back to Tongyao. He took a pillow and put it on his head. He didn't want to listen to her nagging. Tongyao sat on the ground and whined with his eyes blank.

"I can't even bear to drive a car. If I hadn't come to Binhai, I wouldn't have met Han Qian. If I hadn't met Han Qian, I wouldn't have lost my job. If I hadn't been unemployed, I wouldn't have owed money. If I hadn't owed money, I wouldn't have ended up with Han Qian. If Qian builds a relationship, I won’t lose money if I don’t!”

Tong Yao suddenly stood up, then hit her head on the drawer and crawled onto the bed with a grin on her face in pain.

"Sister Shici~Give me some pocket money~"

Yu Shici turned his back to the nursery rhyme again and muttered softly.

"You just called me a bitch! You should be hungry. I'm so tired. I'll take a nap."

Tongyao looked at Yu Shici's pale face and sighed feebly. Then she ran to the door of the living room and knelt down, clasping her hands together and chanting sutras.

"Great Merciful and Compassionate Guanyin Bodhisattva, you must make Han Qian kind and ask him to return the money to me!"

Han Qian came back when the nursery rhyme was blaring. The moment he opened the door, the nursery rhyme whispered.

"Friend, you are back, I will take off your shoes!"

Han Qian was frightened and jumped out of the door with a cry. The spinach in his hand flew out, and he looked at the nursery rhyme with horror on his face.

"What are you doing? Child monster, why are you changing my shoes? Why are you drooling at my feet? Did you let Nuan Nuan bite you?"

Tongyao stood up and said with a naive smile.

"Enemies...hehehe...good enemies...hehehehe, come in quickly."

Han Qian shook his head vigorously.

"I won't go in, tell me what you want to do first!"

Tong Yao walked out of the door and hugged Han Qian's arm, raising her head.

"My friend, do you think I'm cute?"

Han Qian shook his head vigorously.

"I see you're a little scared! What on earth are you going to do?"

"Will you give me back the money you won?"

Han Qian laughed, and Tong Yao also laughed, and then Han Qian took a deep breath.

"not return!"

The smile on Tong Yao's face disappeared, and then she ran into the room in a hurry. Soon after, Yu Shici's lazy voice came out.

"Please stop harming him. His physical injuries haven't healed yet!"

Tong Yao sat helplessly on the bed, then ran out of the room and pressed Han Qian directly on the sofa, with burning eyes. Han Qian cried out upon seeing this.

"Not good, there are a lot of wounds on my body."

"Bah! I don't want your body, I want money! Enemy, give me your money!"

Han Qian put his hands on Tong Yao's shoulders and said seriously.

"If you win, will you give it back to me?"

Nursery Rhyme shook her head seriously.

"Why should I give you what I won!"

"Then I won't give it to you either!"

"Enemies, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah!"

Once money is involved, Tong Yao's mind is not very bright. In the past, she was too embarrassed to ask Han Qian for money, so she always borrowed money, but not today.

She wants to rob!

Seeing that Tong Yao was about to eat someone, Han Qian hurriedly took out a wad of cash. The cash was to the left. Tong Yao's eyes were to the left, the cash was to the right, and her eyes were to the right. Han Qian suddenly felt a little funny. After swaying around three times, Tong Yae's eyes turned to the left. His eyes fell on Han Qian's Adam's apple, and Han Qian was busy stuffing money into nursery rhyme's collar.

Not long after, Yu Shici walked out of the bedroom, stretched out and exposed her slender waist.

Yu Shici's waist is really thin, warm waist is slightly thinner, but her hips are also narrow, which looks pretty good, but Yu Shici's hips are a little wider, and she is wearing a pair of low-waisted casual pants. Why? Look how sexy it is.

The sleepy Yu Shici yawned.

"have you eaten?"

Tongyao, who was sitting cross-legged on the sofa and counting money, turned around and chuckled.

"What do you want to eat, little bitch?"

Yu Shici rolled his eyes and sighed.

"You're so dirty. Can't you count the money without spitting on it? Han Qian will beat you later and you'll be honest! I don't want to eat meat, so you can do it as you see fit. I feel a little uncomfortable!"

While he was talking, Han Qian had already stood up and walked to Yu Shici's side, touched the girl's forehead, and then put his hand into his clothes and touched Yu Shici's back.

It's hot!

Han Qian frowned.

"Where else do you feel uncomfortable?"

"Sleepy, mulberry hurts, my arms hurt, and my whole body feels weak."

Han Qian picked up Yu Shici and walked towards the entrance door, saying softly.

"Nursery Rhyme, drive!"

"Oh. OK, OK, OK."

When they arrived at the hospital, Yu Shici became serious and was already in a semi-conscious state. Han Qian waited at the entrance of the laboratory department for a long time, and the answer he got was viral pneumonia. It was not known whether it was contagious or not.

After hearing this, Han Qian sighed feebly, waved to the doctor in the laboratory, and returned to the isolation ward. He stood outside the glass window and looked at Yu Shici who was getting an injection. Han Qian crossed his arms and frowned. People passing by looked at these. Men with gloomy faces walked around one after another.

As soon as Han Qian took out his cigarette, Jiang Xian walked out of the ward, glared at Han Qian and frowned.

"What are you doing? Going crazy again? The problem is not serious. I don't have enough rest, my immunity has declined, and many of my body's nutritional indicators have dropped a bit. However, I have to be hospitalized for a period of time. The pneumonia is still serious. I'm too tired of poetry. I'm going to find warmth. Let’s talk.”

Han Qian sighed and shook his head.

"Forget it, it's useless for you to talk to her. She doesn't have the heart. I'll go and enjoy the position of replacing the poem tomorrow."

Snapped!

A magazine fell into Han Qian's arms and Jiang Xian raised her eyebrows.

"Do you think you still have time to worry about enjoying things? The Crown Prince of the Black Empire? There are endless rumors outside. Do you know what is the most outrageous thing?"

Han Qian frowned.

"What?"

"Say you are doing pyramid schemes."

Jiang Xian left, and Han Qian sat on a chair in the corridor and looked at Yu Shici inside. She seemed to have never rested. She was busy at all times, even when she was blind.

Not long after, Mr. and Mrs. Melus arrived. Han Qian stood up and saluted. Mother Yu looked at Han Qian with eyes full of resentment, and walked into the ward with a cold snort.

Myrus patted Han Qian on the shoulder.

"Ignore her."

Han Qian sighed.

"It was my fault."

Myrus said seriously.

"Why don't you call me DAD."

Han Qian touched his nose and whispered.

"I'm not very used to this title."

"Just call me old man and do as the Romans do! Don't be too stressed. Getting sick is something everyone will experience in life. If I don't understand you, I will be angry, but you can't even guarantee that your body is intact. I don't Angry! Going to the company to help with poetry tomorrow? I also held a senior executive position when I was in the United States."

Han Qian pointed to the fire escape. After the two walked in, Myrus handed Han Qian a cigar. Han Qian lit one and whispered.

"The poem said, you are an American."

Myrus nodded.

"This does not affect the fact that I am French, but my nationality is American. You seem to be in some trouble recently. What kind of black empire is this?"

Han Qian frowned and thought for a while, then smiled bitterly.

"I can't say for sure, but I'm pretty close! In short, I'm not a good person in the eyes of outsiders."

Myrus nodded.

"You are not a good person in my eyes either!"

Han Qian's face was full of helplessness, and then Sun Zhengmin called.

"Go! Go in and squat."

"If you don't go, Shi Ci is sick. I'll go in after I recover!"

Then he hung up the phone. Myrus looked sideways at Han Qian and frowned.

"Isn't this the Black Empire?"