Ex-wife becomes creditor after divorce Season 2.

Chapter 258
After lunch, Tong Yao and Ji Jing were still looking at each other. Yeats couldn't take it anymore, and turned to look at Han Qian.

"Mr. Han, do you want to play a game!"

Han Qian tilted his head in doubt.

"what game?"

"You wait~"

Yeats got up and took out a tie from his bag. He was not surprised that Han Qian appeared in Yeats's bag. It was prepared for him anyway. Yeats covered Han Qian's eyes with the tie, and pulled Han Qian to stand up. .

"Come and catch me~"

"Hey?"

Han Qian was taken aback for a moment, at this moment Tong Yao curled his lips and sneered.

"Do you still have to say, my lord~ come and catch me~"

The voice of the child monster was sweet, and Han Qian had goosebumps all over his body when he heard it. At this time, Ji Jing stood up and walked to Han Qian's side, and blew hot air into Han Qian's ear.

"King~"

Han Qian pinched his waist with his hands and raised his head, laughing loudly.

"I finally understand King Zhou's happiness! My concubine, I'm here..."

boom!
Han Qian turned around and left, lifted his little toe and kicked the door frame, and slammed his body heavily on the floor tiles.

Tong Yao sat on the sofa and sneered.

"Are you still happy?"

Ji Jing glared at Tong Yao, and when she stepped forward to help Han Qian, Han Qian yelled.

"Don't! Don't move! It hurts!"

Yeats frowned.

"Where does it hurt? The little toe will be fine in a while."

Han Qian gritted his teeth and said in a low voice.

"Waist! The waist seems to have flashed, I just heard a squeak!"

In the car, Ji Jing was driving, and Tong Yao sat in the back row and glared at Yeats angrily.

"Have fun, are you alright now? Han Qian doesn't flirt with you for a day, isn't it irritating? Is it alright now, is your waist sprained?"

Yeats muttered silently, Tong Yao closed her eyes and took a deep breath, looked at Han Qian and said softly.

"It was quite ordinary at first, what should I do now that it is more ordinary?"

Han Qian's forehead was covered with sweat, and he gritted his teeth.

"I don't have time to quarrel with you, nursery rhyme, wait for me to recover."

Nursery rhyme pouted.

"Hehe~ You ran to the bathroom to wash your underwear when I changed my stockings, what are you talking about?"

Yeats turned his head abruptly.

"Mr. Han, you... this is a disease! It needs to be cured!"

Han Qian was furious.

"Yeats, are you farting? Haven't we slept together?"

Ji Jing, who was driving, murmured softly.

"Eldest nephew, are you proud?"

When he arrived at the hospital, Han Qian was pushed in by the bed.

that's nice!

Familiar place, familiar taste, familiar people.

The old Chinese doctor stood by the bed with a tea mug in his hand, pointed at Han Qian's waist and explained to a group of college students.

"In this case, you can't just look at the current trauma, but think about why it's so fragile! It's enough to get a general understanding. This is a twisted lower back when you fell down. What's wrong with the little toe? Is it dislocated? Han Qian, You really have to, um... alright, little toe is healed! Hold on, I'll straighten your bones."

Then a group of people watched the old Chinese doctor take off his coat, rolled up his sleeves and went towards Han Qian.

There was a miserable howl in the ward.

The old Chinese doctor wiped off his sweat and looked at Han Qian who looked like a dead dog.

"It's not a big problem. You can be discharged from the hospital tomorrow! Have you taken the medicine I gave you? Well... come with me, Mr. Tong, and get him some medicine. This body is getting weaker every day."

When Tong Yao went out, Ji Jing also followed, whispering.

"I'm afraid you'll poison my eldest nephew!"

The nursery rhyme said angrily.

"I'm sick? Don't act like a psychopath. I'm fine. I'll give him some medicine."

Ji Jing ignored the nursery rhymes, and carefully compared them with her mobile phone while grabbing the medicine, for fear that the nursery rhymes would drug Han Qian.

In the ward, Han Qian lay motionless on the bed, and the old Taoist sneaked into the ward alone, and slapped Han Qian's ass.

"Little thief~ You have today too?"

Han Qian curled his lips on the bed and said.

"I'm not in the mood to argue with you, tell me, when will the rain stop."

"Six p.m!"

"Can this count?"

"Weather forecast!"

Han Qian squinted at the old Taoist priest and frowned.

"You're a bit serious. Nag me. I've been tossed so hard recently."

The old Taoist sat on the bed opposite Han Qian, stretched out his left hand and began to count, and then yelled.

"You won't survive tonight!"

Han Qian squinted at the old Taoist priest, who laughed.

"Wrong hand."

The day the old Taoist saw him, Han Qian knew that the word "high morality and respect" had something to do with him. The old Taoist pinched his fingers and frowned, his face became slightly ugly, and he took a deep breath.

"Little Han Qian, what you have done recently is not very good! Why did you kill so many lives? If you choose to believe in retribution, this heavy rain really has something to do with you. It's a good thing recently I didn't do anything."

Han Qian frowned.

"I'll just kill some fish."

"A little?"

Han Qian was a little irritable, and frowned.

"Seriously, what should I do?"

The old Taoist rubbed his fingers, Yeats immediately took out his wallet, Han Qian suddenly sat up, grabbed the old Taoist's beard and said angrily.

"Haven't you cheated enough? Don't you know how much my family spent this time?"

The old Taoist pouted.

"What does your family have to do with you? It's useless for Yeats to take the money. You don't have to worry about this matter. I'll let the old monk read scriptures for you! Alright, cough cough, recently I have learned a science, which is making small lead pellets!"

"Roll off."

The old Taoist left with a smile, Han Qian put his hands on his waist and sighed.

"Originally it was a backache, but now it's the pain from being pressed by the old Chinese doctor, Miss Ye, Miss Ye? Yeats!"

"Huh? Ah? Here!"

Looking at Yeats with a confused face, Han Qian wondered.

"what are you thinking?"

Yeats tilted his head and said softly.

"I'm thinking about why I'm going tomorrow, is Yezhai Pavilion still open?"

"Why not open?"

As it was getting dark, Liu Jiulong delivered dinner, sat by the bed and looked at Han Qian with a soft sigh.

"Pay attention to your health. The fairy chicken your sister-in-law made for you has a lot of traditional Chinese medicine and goji berries forgotten in it. I wanted to make you a pair of baby sheep. You don't seem to eat that stuff, do you?"

Han Qian raised his eyebrows and asked.

"I was disgusted when I ate barbecue last time? It smells so good!"

After saying that, the door of the ward was pushed open, and Yang Lan walked in carrying the thermos bucket. Liu Jiulong got up quickly and said with a silly smile.

"Lan Lan~Lan Lan, you are here~"

Yang Lan squinted at Liu Jiulong, then glanced at Han Qian with disdain, took a deep breath, stepped forward and sat by the bed, opened the thermos bucket and placed it beside the bed.

"Having married so many girls, are you okay now? Can't you?"

Han Qian frowned and looked at Yang Lan, and cried out in mourning.

"Sister Yang, I must have sprained myself!"

"Oh, oh, I know, I know! I made dumplings for you, leeks, make up~"

Han Qian looked at Yang Lan helplessly, and then Yang Lan took out a small bottle of white wine.

"Medicated wine!"

Han Qian was so angry that his teeth itched. He had just eaten a dumpling when Qian Wan came.

"Brother, my aunt made it for you, with apple stuffing!"

Everyone was stunned!

Yang Lan couldn't bear it after taking a bite, and asked Han Qian with a frown.

"Don't you don't like sweets?"

Han Qian said vaguely while eating the dumplings.

"My aunt made it. The rat medicine is also delicious."

(End of this chapter)