Ex-wife becomes creditor after divorce Season 2.

Chapter 190 Why Are You Lost, Son?
At night, Han Qian was lying in the yard, and Han Jiayi was squatting beside him, lighting a mosquito coil.

The weather was relatively hot, and my daughter didn't say anything, but hid in the room with the air conditioner blowing on.

Han Qian closed his eyes and muttered softly.

"Papa Gu knows about Feng Lun's plan, but what he should know is only on the surface. It seems that Dad Baitao knows it too, and he wants to get the credit! But how can Feng Lun be so honest? Binhai has no shadow of him. I won't be reconciled!"

While speaking, Han Qian felt the breeze coming from his side, opened his eyes and frowned at Han Jiayi who was holding a fan, and asked.

"Who asked you to fan me? Are you not hot?"

Han Jia nodded.

"It's hot! But you're a father, so fan me first!"

Han Qian sat up and grabbed the fan from Han Jia's hand and threw it aside, frowning.

"Where did you get so many stink problems? Am I dead or disabled and need you to fan me? Yan Qingqing was the one who gave birth to you, and Liu Shengge was the one who raised you!"

Han Jiayi squatted aside and muttered softly.

"Didn't everyone say that they would like sensible children?"

Han Qian frowned and said again.

"What do you mean by being sensible? Regardless of whether you are hot or not, you are in charge of others? The so-called sensible is just some parents who want to show off and teach their children to be their own handicrafts. I can't move it anymore." , you come here and fan me, that's called being sensible, what do I do without you fanning me?"

As soon as Han Jia raised his head to look at Han Qian, he said in a low voice.

"The teacher said that we should learn to be filial to our parents?"

Han Qian stretched out his hand and poked Han Jiayi's forehead. Han Jiayi sat on the ground with a bit of confusion in his eyes, and Han Qian frowned.

"Why are you so stubborn? Han Jiayi, your brain is not working well? The Han family doesn't need a sensible child like you, and I don't like sensible children. What did the teacher say? You don't have the ability to think? I I have thrown you to your godfather as a tool, why do you still have filial piety to me? How can I not understand that I am a child with you? Come on, tell me whether Kong Rong is right or not. "

"It should be!"

Han Qian got angry, got up and grabbed Han Jiayi.

"You just stand here for me, what's right? Why should you leave the good ones to others, and you can't eat the bad ones yourself?"

Han Jia was not angry at all, and looked at Han Qian seriously.

"Because you are like this!"

"Ok?"

One sentence left Han Qian speechless.

Not long after, the father and son squatted outside the compound, each holding a piece of watermelon, and Han Qian muttered softly while eating the watermelon.

"Don't imitate it. Your father and I have such a beating nature, and I can't change it for the rest of my life, so I hope my son will be a little more selfish. Your father and I suffer from a personality like this."

Han Jia gnawed on the watermelon and said vaguely

"No! What if you die someday? If I'm a little more selfish, who will protect my mothers, aunts, and my younger brothers and sisters!"

"Your father can't die."

"I do not believe."

Han Qian turned his head and stretched out his hand to snatch the watermelon from his son. Han Jiayi didn't resist and didn't care at all. Han Qian was furious.

"Can you have a little temper? You were so tempered when you were a child, why are you like dough now?"

Han Jia sighed like a grown-up.

"It's not necessary. I can't beat you when I'm angry with you, and I can't do anything."

Han Qian was a little anxious.

"Son, what dad means is, you should be stronger?"

"Not strong, no farts, there are two fathers, there is nothing to be strong, they are afraid of me is my two fathers, and they are not afraid of me."

Han Qian found that he couldn't educate Han Jiayi, and the child's ideas were too righteous.

Taking Han Jia back to the room, looking at the girl holding the phone and blowing the air conditioner, Han Qian stepped forward to take Han Chong'er's phone, and asked seriously if he found something wrong with his brother's head.

Han Chong'er nodded vigorously.

"There is a big problem, he has no temper."

Han Qian nodded seriously.

"Yeah, why is he so short-tempered? Nursery rhyme, son has no temper?"

The nursery rhyme who was half lying on the bed raised her eyebrows.

"Aren't you short-tempered? Besides, A is surrounded by his own family, why is he playing with his temper? You can't see it when he is showing his temper, and you haven't seen you mention your son once in a few months. When you meet, you start to find fault. Han Qian, get out, as soon as A comes over, mom will give you a hug."

Han Qian looked at the obedient Han Jiayi and frowned.

"Aren't you hot?"

Han Jiayi sighed.

"Why are you so annoying?"

Han Qian was taken aback for a moment, then looked at his daughter.

"Girl, dad is annoying?"

Han Chonger frowned and nodded.

"Sometimes it's pretty smudged! Dad, why don't you go out and play for a while if you have nothing to do, don't hang around in front of me, it won't be cool anymore."

Han Qian was injured.

I went back to my room and lay on the bed, obviously I was kind enough to make my son selfish, why did I still get hated by the two children?

Early the next morning, Lao Gu left, and so did the nursery rhymes and poems.

Han Qian looked at the two children standing in front of him and smiled.

"What? I was disgusting and annoying yesterday, so I can't do without me today?"

As soon as Han Jia was too lazy to open his mouth with a lollipop in his mouth, Han Chong'er narrowed his eyes and smiled.

"Father~ If it weren't for worrying that you don't have any money, Jia Yi and I would fly back to Binhai. Let's pack up and go? The air tickets are already booked, let's go?"

Walking out of the guest house at the gate of the yamen, the daughter is holding her left hand, and the son is holding the right hand. The two darlings are afraid that their father will be lost. When taking a taxi, they sit on both sides, one on the left and the other on the right. Looking at my daughter and son, I couldn't close my mouth from ear to ear.

Why not rare!

Dear daughter and son!
When going through the security check, Han Chong'er ran over first, then turned his head to look at his father and said seriously.

"Father, you didn't bring a knife and gun with you when you came out today, did you?"

The security check was just joking around as a little girl, but Han Qian actually took out a short knife in the back and handed it to the security check, smiling at his daughter.

"If I hadn't brought you two out, I really wasn't going to bring this thing. I didn't take the gun! Your mother's gun is still at home."

The security check was a little dazed, at this moment Han Chong'er muttered softly.

"I knew I would have called my mother to pick me up, and I could touch the gun."

The three of them were almost taken away on the spot for investigation.

On the plane, Han Chonger booked the first-class cabin, his son sat on the chair early and fastened his seat belt, and his daughter stood beside her father, buckling up her seat belt earnestly and giving instructions.

"No smoking, no drinking! Don't disturb others to rest, and don't scold the stewardess sister, and don't make phone calls. Give me your mobile phone!"

Han Qian obediently handed the phone to his daughter, Han Chong'er turned off the phone and returned it to Han Qian, then said angrily.

"Don't turn off the phone! You sleep!"

Han Qian closed his eyes obediently, it's really interesting, everyone has a daughter?

Han Qian really fell asleep after staggering all the way. When he arrived in the capital, it was already afternoon. Han Qian yawned and was dragged out of the airport by two children. Yeats was already waiting at the gate with his car. Han Qian Yeats smiled when asked whose car it was.

"Damn Liu Shengge, he's not at home, so many cars are left unused, and I happen to have the key."

The two children got into the car, Han Jia yelled "Mom", Yeats smiled.

"Call me sister! Don't call me mom!"

Then Han Chong'er turned to look at Han Qian.

"Big brother!"

After suffering a brain collapse, Han Chong'er covered his forehead and stopped talking, Yeats whispered as he drove the car.

"Tongyao and Yu Shici took Feng Lun back to Binhai Prison with someone. Gu Dad said that he doesn't want to move anymore, and he doesn't want you to have a conflict with Baitao in the capital. Tell me to send you back to Binhai as soon as you get off the plane."

Han Qian yawned vaguely.

"I might as well fly directly to Binhai."

Han Chong'er replied seriously.

"Father! There is no direct flight to Binhai, we must have a special plane!"

(End of this chapter)