Ex-wife becomes creditor after divorce Season 2

Chapter 503 What if it’s my mother?

On the weekend, Wen Nuan wanted to go out, but he was worried that Yan Qingqing would harm Han Qian, so he stayed with Yan Qingqing. Cai Qinghu jumped up and asked Han Qian if he wanted to go shopping to buy some clothes, but was taken to the second floor by Wen Wen and Yan Qingqing.

The fight started again.

There is no smoke in the battlefield without warmth, at least there will be no action.

But in a warm place, it is not impossible for there to be no grass growing within ten miles.

Everything that can be eaten is eaten, and those that cannot be eaten are beaten.

Han Qian put on his clothes and shouted to the second floor.

"I'm going out!"

No one paid any attention to him.

When he walked out of the unit door, a gust of north wind blew by, making Han Qian shiver.

The temperature dropped suddenly overnight, and the leaves in the community have fallen. This year's winter seems to be coming earlier than every year.

Maybe it has something to do with the heavy rain in the summer.

After walking out of the community and getting into the car, Han Qian raised his hand and scratched Yeats at a distance.

"Ms. Ye, what's hidden in your clothes? Why are those bulges so big?"

Yeats rolled his eyes and was too lazy to talk to the talkative Mr. Han, but he still handed Han Qian a warm baby. Han Qian took it and said with a smile.

"Suddenly I feel like that person who is in confinement. Miss Ye, are you really not in any hurry to become a mother?"

Yeats took a deep breath.

"Mr. Han, I don't want to quarrel with you on the weekend! I hope that when we get along, you won't say such things that no one will stop you from being beaten. Do I have time to get pregnant?"

Han Qian sighed.

"Why are they always like this? I asked Shi Ci, and her answer was when the dog finished licking the noodles, the chicken finished eating the rice, and Nuan Nuan quit crabs, she was thinking about the child."

"Mr. Han, get out of the car. I don't want to hear this woman's name."

Yeats' face was ugly. She didn't know what was wrong with Yu Shici recently, and he was always antagonizing her at every turn.

Han Qian raised his hands.

"Okay, okay, I surrender! But you are not young anymore!"

Yeats opened the door and got out of the car, opened the passenger door and signaled Han Qian to get out of the car and get out.

Within five minutes of getting on the bus, I stepped on three minefields.

Do you want to say that Han Qian has low emotional intelligence? He is really not low, but do you think he has high emotional intelligence? You must be mentally ill.

Seeing Yeats fuming, Han Qian got out of the car, hugged the girl, kissed her hard on the cheek, then put Yeats into the passenger seat, and Han Qian drove away.

Without any destination, Han Qian wanted to go to Bin County to see the miserable Chen Qiang, but he didn't dare to move.

"How much has the temperature dropped today, Miss Ye?"

Yeats looked down at the tablet and frowned.

"Ten degrees! The temperature has dropped off a cliff, and it will continue to drop tomorrow, but the reconstruction work is proceeding very quickly. In another half month at the latest, the victims will be able to live in the house for the winter before the temperature goes below zero."

After hearing Yeats' report, Han Qian breathed a sigh of relief. When passing by the pedestrian street, Yeats suddenly said that he wanted to buy a cup of hot coffee. Han Qian laughed.

"I go?"

Yeats pouted.

"It's not like I don't have legs, you can just sit in the car."

Yeats opened the door and got out of the car. Han Qian opened the window, lit a cigarette, and drank from a can of Red Bull.

After drinking a can of Red Bull, I felt a lot more energetic, but Yeats hadn't come out yet. When Han Qian turned around and was about to close the car window, a probing voice came into his ears.

"Young man, don't you want this jar?"

Han Qian turned his head and looked at the old woman standing by the car door. She was about fifty years old, about the same age as his mother. She was wearing a worn-out denim top, her hair was messy, and her lips looked like they hadn't been there for a long time. It's like drinking water, dry and pale.

While Han Qian was stunned, the old woman smiled innocently.

"If you keep anything useful, I'll leave."

"No, it's of no use, here..."

When Han Qian handed the jar to the old lady, the old lady's eyes were full of joy. When she took the bottle, Han Qian found that there were two fingers on her right hand that could not be bent back, and she seemed to have lost consciousness.

Then Han Qian shook his head and smiled, picked up the half bottle of mineral water that Yeats drank and handed it to the old woman, smiling.

"Auntie, I'll give this to you, just pour the water."

The old woman smiled. Just two bottles that others regarded as garbage made her happy and satisfied. At this time, Ye Zhihe came back, opened the passenger door and said softly.

"Mr. Han, go to Yeshai Pavilion."

Han Qian started the car and accidentally glanced at the rearview mirror. When he saw the old woman raising her head and drinking half of the bottle of water, Han Qian was stunned.

We haven't had a beggar in Binhai for many years.

Why was there a disabled aunt picking up bottles? Why did she drink half of Yeats's bottle of water?

Han Qian understood a truth: when you have nothing, your dignity, mysophobia, habits, and problems will all disappear.

When he saw in the rearview mirror the old woman who had drunk water, screwing on the bottle cap and smiling, Han Qian's tears fell instantly.

What if this was my mother?

What if my mother was begging on the street today and asked for a bottle? What about the half bottle of water left after someone else drank it?

I will kill myself with my own hands!

Han Qian glanced around, parked the car, opened the door and got out of the car, rushed into the supermarket and bought a bunch of snacks, and then ran back with the snacks. When he ran back to where he parked, the old woman had disappeared.

Han Qian was looking around. At this time, Yeats drove his car and parked on the opposite side of the road. He walked across the road and took Han Qian's arm, frowning.

"Mr. Han, what's wrong with you?"

Han Qian turned his head and looked at Yeats.

"I seem to have made a mistake. I just met an aunt. She was picking up bottles and drank the water you drank. She must be very thirsty. This is Binhai, Miss Ye. There is no one in Binhai. A place where people are allowed to beg! She must be very thirsty and hungry, otherwise she wouldn’t drink your water!”

Yeats said softly.

"Okay, okay, I know, I know, let me ask. You go and wait for me in the car!"

soon.

Yeats came back, started the car and took Han Qian away.

Not long after, Han Qian met this aunt at the door of a scrap station. At this time, the aunt was sitting at the door of the scrap station, holding a steamed bun in her hand, and a dirty puppy squatting at her feet. She took a bite. , feed the puppy a bite.

After the dirty puppy was full, it lay on the ground and rolled on its belly facing the aunt. The aunt smiled, a very warm smile, then took out her pocket, looked at a few coins in her hand, and took a deep breath. He stood up with his hands on his lower back.

When she raised her head, looking at the handsome man and beauty who appeared in front of her, her aunt's eyes showed a bit of fear, and she sighed.

"Sell the bottle and I'll get it back for you."

Watching his aunt run back to the scrap station, and soon handed Han Qian a Red Bull bottle and a drink bottle. Han Qian took a deep breath. He felt a little trembling. He would always think of his mother if she lost him and the old man. Is it also like this?

He had no way to escape from this sense of substitution.

Han Qian said softly.

"Can I talk to you? Then I'll give you ten dollars."

Auntie said with a silly smile.

"What's the money for? As long as you don't dislike me."

Han Qian sat on the stone, looked down at the dirty puppy lying on the ground, and said softly.

"Auntie, how much can you sell for every day?"

Auntie smiled.

"Sometimes I can sell it for five yuan, but today I sold it for three yuan."

Han Qian raised his head and frowned slightly.

"Don't you have a family? Where are your children?"

"Dead!"