After the divorce, the ex-wife became a creditor

Wen Nuan was different from other girls. If it were any other girl, she would have hugged Han Qian and burst into tears. She only cried for a few seconds and did not hug Han Qian. She sat on a chair with her head down and choked.

Han Qian patted Nuan Nuan's back, looked at the dumbfounded old man, and said softly.

"Old man? Should I call you?"

The old man came back to his senses and chuckled.

"What did you do just now? Are you calling me? It's been so many years since I heard you call me 'Dad'. I feel a little uncomfortable."

Han Qian closed his eyes and sighed weakly. When he took off his coat, the bandage on his wrist was exposed to the old man's sight. The muscles visible to the naked eye were stretched, and the old man said in a deep voice.

"Who did this? Tell me your name and I'll go talk to him."

As he spoke, the old man was about to get out of bed. Han Qian quickly pressed the old man's shoulders. With this push, the old man grabbed Han Qian's arm and said again.

"Is your fist injured too?"

"No, no, no, I did it myself! You are injured now, you were excited!"

"What's this little injury? If it weren't for the fact that he was so weak after being stabbed, that guy wouldn't be able to run away!"

At this point the old man sighed.

"Hey! I'm getting older, and when I was young, I was the one who played with knives in a dirty way? I can hit three with my bare hands! This is still a conservative estimate. After I got married, your mother didn't let me fight anymore. It was a waste!"

Han Qian was sitting on the edge of the bed. Just as he was about to lift the quilt, the old man waved his hand to hit him. Han Qian quickly let go. In the end, the old man was reluctant to do it and gently touched Han Qian's red and swollen forehead.

"There's nothing wrong with me. It's not the first time I've been stabbed. When I was fourteen, I and my beards cut each other with kitchen knives over food. This little injury is nothing. Your mother didn't sleep last night. Please sleep now. Come on, stop making trouble, talk to Xiao Nuan, and go see other people. Dad will be your bodyguard tomorrow."

"No! You should rest in peace and recuperate. Now that I'm back, you don't need to be busy anymore. You can just relax and enjoy yourself while I'm here. Let's go and be warm! I brought you roast duck back from the capital."

After saying the words, Wen Nuan cried again. The girl shook her head for the first time and said she would not eat. Han Qian took Wen Wen's hand and left the ward. The old man smiled, closed his eyes and lay on the bed.

My son is back and can sleep peacefully this time.

In the corridor, Han Qian held Nuan Nuan's hand, Nuan Nuan lowered his head and whispered.

"I'm trash."

Han Qian pretended not to hear, and Nuan Nuan said again.

"I'm a loser."

Han Qian still didn't want to interrupt on this topic, and then Wen Nuan became furious, raised his head and puffed out his chest and shouted loudly.

"I'm a waste!"

Han Qian turned around and smiled bitterly.

"I heard it! Next time we say something like this, can we not be so arrogant? Let's go to Xiao Liang'er first. Why was he injured? I don't know anything about Binhai yet."

Nuan Nuan lowered his head and whispered.

"To protect Qian Wan who was injured, someone went after Qian Wan. Xiao Liang'er has woken up and is pretending to be unconscious. He told me that the car was from Beijing, but the accent of those people was Binhai, not Liu Shengge. people."

"I can tell with my butt that it's not Liu Shengge's. I went to the capital. How dare he attack the people in Binhai while I'm in the capital? He doesn't have the ability yet. Can you be tougher? I'm back now, how can you still do it? You’re so scared!”

Nuan Nuan lowered his head and whispered.

"Not tough, nursery rhyme, Yan Qingqing, Cai Qinghu and the other three are calm and calm. I am the only one who is like an ant on a hot pot."

"So I will take more care of you than they do."

Nuan Nuan raised his head, his eyes full of stars.

Pushing open Su Liang's door and looking at the guy with a bandage on his head, Han Qian stepped forward, bent down and whispered softly.

"Liang'er, go smoke!"

Hearing this familiar voice, Su Liang suddenly opened his eyes, sat up, punched Han Qian lightly on the shoulder, and said angrily.

"You finally know what the fuck to say!"

Han Qian stood up and bowed to salute.

"I'm sorry for hurting Mr. Xiao Liang. Now I'm back with glory! You don't have to pretend to be faint anymore."

"Qian'er, I miss my wife."

"Should I have someone pick me up now or tomorrow morning?"

"Now."

"Where are people?"

"Qian Dong's family."

Han Qian took out his mobile phone and called Qian Ling. He said "Auntie" and "I'm back". There was no need to say the rest. Qian Ling was already preparing to come to the hospital. Han Qian took a look at Liang'er's injuries and asked if he could know the person involved. How did he get hit at that time and why did he come back? Su Liang nodded with a smile and said softly.

"Don't stay with me. Go and see Yeats. He's seriously injured."

"good!"

Han Qian turned around and walked out, looked at the young man standing at the door, and asked with a smile if he had any cigarettes. The young man took out a cigarette, lowered his head and said a message.

Boss Tu was in jail. Han Qian closed his eyes and took a deep breath. He had already guessed that this time he was imprisoned in the capital. Niu Guodong and Lin Zongheng would not let go of this absolute opportunity.

Whether Lin Zongheng sends a killer or is playing dirty tricks, even if Nuan Nuan calls Li Jinhan to Binhai, he can only say that no one will get hurt and clean up the Lin family? Li Jinhan is not yet capable of this. The army cannot control businessmen, and it is said that Li Jinhan has already used his connections once when Han Qian's accident happened. He frequently travels to and from Binhai and interferes in the affairs here. He cannot bear it, and neither can Li Jinhe. Will trouble him.

He patted the young man on the shoulder and smiled.

"Don't be nervous, don't be anxious. Now that I'm back, Boss Tu will be fine. Who among you in the eighth district will be the head of the family now?"

The young man lowered his head and said.

"It's the eldest lady."

Tu Kun?

The image of Tu Kun sitting on Tu Xiao's chair with a machete in his hand and a cigar in his mouth appeared in his mind. Han Qian couldn't help but shiver. He walked in the corridor with a cigarette in his mouth and held warm hands. Watching Yeats, halfway through, Nuan Nuan noisy got hungry, so he went to the nurse station to order takeout with the nurses.

Han Qian knew what Nuan meant, which was to give him personal space.

I met Xiaohai at Yeats' door. Xiaohai lowered his head and said nothing. Han Qian patted his shoulder.

"go to sleep!"

"Brother-in-law, my master..."

"go to sleep!"

"I listen to my uncle."

"Let the brothers go and rest. I am here tonight, let alone a few clowns. Ask him if the Lord of Hell dares to come at this time? Go ahead."

"yes!"

Xiao Hai walked into the next ward. Han Qian stood at the door and took a deep breath. He lost his courage when he held the door handle. At this time, Yeats's voice came out in the room.

"I'm not disfigured, I can't scare you."

Pushing open the door and looking at Yeats sitting on the bed holding a tablet, Han Qian forced a smile and said softly.

"It's hard on you."

Yeats glanced at Han Qian and said calmly.

"Mr. Han! Please pay attention to your wording. I have a fracture, not a child."

Han Qian stepped forward and reached out to lift the quilt. Yeats showed no intention of stopping him. Looking at the plaster on his leg, Han Qian said calmly.

"Miss Ye, I leave it to you and you handle it yourself?"

"I have a husband, I was hurt, I was wronged. I went to my husband to cry. I was helpless and a weak woman. Two large trucks sandwiched me in the middle. I don't know how I survived. I I don’t know what my persistence is, but now I know that my husband is back and Miss Ye no longer needs to do everything by herself.”

"I have conveyed it to your husband. Your husband asked me to tell you that he knows about this matter."

Yeats looked at Han Qian, her eyes filled with tears, and she cried out as she had been trying not to cry.

"Mr. Han! It hurts, it really hurts. I can't wear a skirt anymore, and I don't dare to bare my legs anymore. The legs you like are gone."

"What I like is Miss Ye, what are the legs? Recuperate well, be obedient, and be discharged from the hospital as soon as possible and continue to be my secretary."

"Mr. Han, someone came to force me to confess today."

"good!"

"I feel aggrieved."

"good!"

"I want to go to the toilet."

"I'll carry you."

Yeats kept acting coquettishly, but Yeats started to get out of bed by himself, and went to the bathroom on his own in a wheelchair with a cane. Han Qian followed him all the way. Yeats didn't need Han Qian's support or anything.

He was injured. The wrist and fist of his right hand were tightly wrapped in bandages, and the knee of his pants had holes. Yeats knew very well how difficult it would be for Han Qian to come back from the capital this time.

She wanted to act coquettishly, but she was just acting coquettishly. She was very independent and just hearing Mr. Han's comfort was enough.

He returned to bed and put down the bed. Yeats lay on the bed and played with the carrot guard without speaking.

About ten minutes later, Han Qian stood up and said softly.

"I'll go take care of things and prepare breakfast for you tomorrow morning. Go to bed early."

"Um."

Yeats covered her head with a quilt, not wanting Han Qian to hear her cry. After a few minutes, Yeats lifted the quilt and looked at Han Qian who was still standing by the bed. She couldn't hold it any longer.

"Wow... don't look at me crying, I'm so ugly, wow..."

"It's quite... quite beautiful..."