After the divorce, the ex-wife became a creditor

After having enough wine and food, Qin Yaozu and the old man played a few more games, but they all ended in failure.

At three o'clock in the afternoon, the girls went to do their own business, and Cai Qinghu was also called away by Secretary-General Li.

Home! Han Qian went to the roof again. The old man was trembling with anger and pointed at Han Qian and said angrily.

"Little bastard, I knew you didn't do anything good in the city, but I didn't expect..."

While speaking, he turned to look at Qian'er's mother. Seeing that his wife was acting very calmly, the old man felt emboldened and said angrily.

"The deputy governor and the director are coming to the house? Tell me, little bastard, what crime have you committed?"

Han Qian squatted on the eaves and looked down at the old man and whispered.

"Do you think I can still stay at home if I commit a crime? But let me tell you, old man, your son is a great thief now, and they don't dare to act official in front of me. Don't you think Qin Yaozu, the director of the department? Do you want to play chess happily with you?"

After saying this, the old man picked up a piece of wood on the ground and threw it at Han Qian, saying in shock and anger.

"I don't even know their official positions unless you tell me. He said he is the director of the neighborhood!"

As soon as the words came out, Qian'er's mother spoke.

"Don't use your brain? Director went back to the province? We don't know what Xiao Qian is doing now. I'll ask when Wen Nuan comes back later, Han Qian, come down, your father won't beat you anymore."

His mother finally spoke. Just as Han Qian was about to jump down, Qian'er's mother glanced at her. Han Qian obediently followed the ladder down the room, squatted beside his mother's chair and smiled.

"Mom, don't always listen to Wen Nuan. I'm a serious white-collar worker in the company! Hey, it's cold outside. Why don't you go back to the house and take a rest?"

Qian'er's mother touched Han Qian's head and said softly.

"Son! Tell your mother how many people will come to your house during the Chinese New Year this year."

Han Qian squatted beside his mother and whispered.

"If you want to talk about the people who come to the house... I guess there must be about a hundred or so people at home, but there shouldn't be too many people staying at home to celebrate the New Year. I'll go back to the house and take a nap."

Han Qian got into the hot bed and heard the old man chattering outside the window.

"What's it like sleeping in broad daylight? This big guy has no ambition at all, he's swaying like a loser."

Han Qian didn't want to hear this anymore. He sat up and shouted to the old man through the window.

"What's going on? Are you promising? When my grandma was alive, she said that you were beaten every three days when you were a child. You are not promising."

The old man squatted under the window sill, wearing the mushrooms he brought from his hometown, and whispered.

"It's just that I'm hopeless, so I want you to be successful."

"You are forcing your unfinished dream on me. I just want to be a lazy person. What's wrong? I asked you what's wrong?"

"Your mother won't let me hit you. You can call me whatever you want today. If anything happens, we'll talk about it after dark."

Han Qian groaned and lay on the bed. The old man removed the floor heater on the bed and built a stove all morning. Just because Cai Qinghu said it was cold, he felt drowsy and just fell asleep. The warmth came back. , took off his coat and slippers and got on the kang and threw himself at Han Qian. A pair of cold hands like two small hammers reached into the bed. Han Qianbing said "Hey, mom," and then grabbed a pair of warm little hands and put them on the back of his neck.

"Why are your hands so cold?"

Looking at Wen Liang's red nose, Han Qian frowned slightly, and Little Phoenix sniffed and laughed.

"I rode my motorcycle over here. Didn't our dad say that there are always traffic jams when driving? So we won't ride the motorcycle, so let dad ride it for fun. Get up! Let me sit on the bed."

Wen Nuan drove Han Qian away domineeringly, and Han Qian sat by the window and whispered.

"If our father knew that this motorcycle cost 300,000 yuan, do you believe he could pay for it?"

"So I said this motorcycle costs 30,000 yuan, and I said it's not cheap. Oh my, I'm so hungry! Eat, eat, eat, dad~ I'm hungry!"

"Why don't you call me mom?"

"Hmm... my mother's cooking is not very good."

After hearing this, Han Qian laughed loudly and shouted to his mother outside the door, saying that Wen Nuan said her cooking was not delicious. Wen Nuan was so angry that he grabbed Han Qian's collar and pressed it on the kang. The young couple were making trouble at the head of the kang. When I reached the top of the kang, there was nothing serious at all. The warmth made me sweat all over my head. The warm earthen kang and the floor heating in the room suppressed the warmth and Han Qian said delicately.

"Brother Qian~ I want to eat popsicles."

Han Qian pointed to the ice on the eaves, Wen Nuan was furious, slapped Han Qian on the belly, and said angrily.

"Xiao Han Qian, go quickly."

Han Qian went down to put on his shoes and took an ice cream cone from the refrigerator. Looking at the warmth of the person sitting on the kang in his shirt, Han Qian sighed.

"Why are you so noisy? It's time to eat, and you insist on eating ice cream."

After saying this, Qian's mother walked in, slapped Han Qian on the shoulder, and frowned.

"What's wrong with eating a popsicle? What are you making a fuss about? Go, go, pick up the bowls and chopsticks, don't make Xiaonuan angry here."

Han Qian said helplessly, covering his shoulders.

"Mom, I picked it up, right?"

"Can the wolf catch it in its mouth? Go quickly."

Han Qian always felt that this dinner was richer than the lunch meal, especially the two big crabs on the table. Wen Nuan took one of them in an unladylike manner. With a click, the crab's heavenly spirit cover was lifted. Wen Nuan dug it first. I gave my mother-in-law a handful of crab paste before I started eating.

This should be the only person who would share warm crabs. Qian'er's mother added a garlic abalone to her daughter-in-law and laughed softly.

"I made a few when Jingjing came here at noon. I asked your dad to watch and learn from them. How do you like them?"

While speaking, Qian'er's mother stared at Wen Nuan's facial expression and found that the girl showed no expression of dissatisfaction or concern at all, so she said vaguely.

"Aunt Ji? Her craftsmanship is quite good, but I believe dad's craftsmanship is better."

Han Qian held the bowl and said softly.

"Would you like some food?"

"I'll eat it later. Why are you in a hurry? Is Yeats feeling well? How much force did you use in that kick?"

After saying this, the chopsticks in Han Qian's hand fell on the table with a clatter. The next second, his shoulders were pressed by the old man, who smiled at Nuan Nuan.

"Daughter, Han Qian beat that little girl Yeats?"

"I didn't even beat him. I was kicked and sent to the hospital. There was a bit of bruise on my lower abdomen. Yeats was also unlucky. He didn't make any mistakes and was kicked. It's not like..."

"Xiao Nuan, eat more."

The old man's hand was already on the back of Han Qian's neck and he said softly.

"Come out with me for a moment."

Han Qian was dragged away by the old man. Not long after, Han Qian's trembling begging for mercy was heard from the West Room, followed by Han Qian's wailing begging for mercy. He glanced at the West Room suspiciously with warm eyes and said doubtfully.

"Mom, my dad is beating Han Qian? Because of what?"

Qian'er's mother touched her warm long hair and said softly.

"Xiao Nuan, have Han Qian and you ever done anything?"

"It's moved!"

After the words fell, Qian'er's mother spoke loudly.

"Fight to death!"

Nuan Nuan whispered.

"When we were playing around, I didn't do anything when I was angry. I was usually the one bullying him."

"Keep your breath."

At night, the young couple slept in the west room, and Han Qian lay on the bed with red eyes.

He was beaten to tears, and his buttocks were spanked with slippers. The spanking lasted forty or fifty times. Han Qian was afraid that the old man was not fake, but really scared. Wen Nuan lay next to Han Qian and whispered with guilt on his face.

"I'm sorry! I didn't make it clear."

Han Qian gritted his teeth and glared at Wen Nuan, then turned his head to the other side and gritted his teeth.

"Nuan Nuan! If you don't explain the matter clearly in the future and make a complaint, I will call my mother-in-law and tell you to hit me with your head and create a blood clot in my head. No! I will hit you now."

As soon as he finished speaking, Han Qian took out his cell phone and called Li Jinhe. The next second, the phone was suddenly taken away, and Nuan Nuan said angrily.

"You're crazy. If my mother knew that I hit you on the head, she would definitely hit me! It's my fault today and I'll apologize to you."

Han Qian turned his head and said angrily.

"What do you mean you have done something wrong? You have already done something wrong. Give me a basin of water to wash my feet. This matter is over."

"Okay! You said so."

Nuan Nuan got out of bed to fetch water. Within two minutes, Han Qian heard his mother and Nuan Nuan chatting in the living room. When Nuan Nuan said that it was Han Qian who threatened her to fetch water for her feet, Han Qian got scared and got up to put on her feet. The shoes went out through the window, and the old man pointed at Han Qian with a broom in his hand and said angrily.

"You don't have any hands?"

Han Qian squatted at the gate holding his cell phone and choked.

"Mom, please save me. Nuan Nuan kept complaining, and my old man even beat me twice."

"Wait! Mom will make the decision for you, the little white-eyed wolf won't have a long memory if he doesn't fight!"