Ex-wife becomes creditor after divorce Season 2

Chapter 18 The Lonely and Not Alone Young Year

Chapter 18
Almost fell to his death on the curb!

The arms of the army coat were frayed. Han Qian sat cross-legged on the small bed and mended with a needle and thread. He put his mobile phone aside and listened to Wei Jiu chattering over there.

"This syphilis has nothing to do with us, oh! To be precise, this syphilis is just a joke. Someone made a joke with you before! I checked the matter of Dong Bin and Lao Bai, and I didn't dare to ask it with confidence. It was exposed! You had a conflict with them at work, and then you got these two people into the branch office, that’s all! No, you don’t remember me, but you can remember these two people, isn’t it too much? "

"Wei Jiu, I'm sewing."

"How many sets shall I buy for you? Aren't you short of money now?"

"I'll sew your mouth shut in a moment!"

"Come on, come on, come on! Do you want to know who hurt you?"

"No need! Now I'll retrieve my memory first, and I'll know who these guys are when I retrieve my memory! Keep your mouth tight, I just came out of the hospital a few days ago! Shh, good night."

Han Qian hung up the phone, Wei Jiu muttered in a low voice that this grandson looks like a scumbag, sat up and just walked out the door, his neck was suddenly strangled, Wei Jiu grabbed the person behind him and wanted to throw him over the shoulder, but he didn't wait for himself to make a move , The waist was suddenly hugged tightly.

Wei Jiu almost fell to his death with a German-style back throw, but before he could recover, Kimurasuo went straight to it.

"Fuck you! Han Qian treats you like a brother, why are you fucking seducing An An?"

"When the fuck am I..."

"Shut up, scum! Human scum! Beast!"

Wu Qingsi's eyes were red.

Half an hour later, 120 arrived, and Wei Jiu's arms were dislocated. When getting into the car, Wei Jiu gritted his teeth and stared at Wu Qingsi.

"You fucking waited for me to leave the hospital!"

Wu Qingsi looked down at her toes.

It seems that I guessed wrong. If An An did not show up in time, Wei Jiu might really have died under Wu Qingsi's hands. An An didn't explain too much, but just smiled and said that Han Qian had Wu Qingsi as a friend, and then Wu Qingsi asked What An'an just said but didn't say.

Dislocated for Wei Jiu
Wu Qingsi didn't feel guilty at all, she ran back to her room to call her best friend and boss, but both of them couldn't figure out a normal head, they made frequent tricks, and finally the phone was snatched and hung up.

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After New Year's Day, we will usher in the first holiday worth celebrating.

The small year on the 23rd of the twelfth lunar month in the north.

Seems like it should be 24 in the south.

"Auntie, aren't you coming back?"

Han Qian held the mobile phone and asked in a low voice, and Qian Hong on the phone laughed.

"Because I have to go to the United States for some things, you should pay attention to your own safety there, and call me if you have no money!"

Han Qian lowered his head and whispered.

"Auntie, old man Yan also ran away. I'm so bored myself. Come back during the Chinese New Year! I'll cook for you."

"Okay! Don't act like a child."

Han Qian is really a little lonely. Every day when the cement floor tiles are produced, he is a worker. In the past few days, he has not even been able to answer calls from Wei Jiu.

It's kind of weird!
He rode his bicycle and went out, came to the morning market, bought four big bones and some dried beans, bought some dried tofu rolls and peanuts, passing by a place selling loose baijiu, Han Qian walked over, walked back, walked Go over, walk back, and finally ask if I can buy something for three yuan.

The boss generously charged three yuan, and gave Han Qian a mineral water bottle, and said with a smile that it was three or two yuan, just take it back and drink it.

When passing by a place selling crabs, Han Qian stood there and looked at the crabs in the basin for a long, long time.

Finally, I bought a piece of tofu and a little shredded pickles.

I don't like to eat them, and I can't get rid of them and throw them into the pot.

Back home, Han Qian put on his apron, whistled and cooked in the kitchen, his eyes suddenly turned red while doing it, and he found himself trembling when he took a deep breath.

Han Qian didn't know why he was suddenly sad.

Even Xiaonian can't fool himself.

A big bone stewed sauerkraut, a small pot of pickled vegetables rolled tofu, a plate of peanuts, a dry bean roll, cucumber cut into small strips.

Pour a glass of wine and eat a peanut.

Han Qian always felt that something was missing, and suddenly ran upstairs in the next second, found a palm-sized carrot pendant in the drawer, put the small carrot on the opposite side, and poured half a glass of wine, Han Qian chuckled.

"Find a companion."

As soon as the words fell, the rolling shutter door was opened, and Zhou Le, who also had a bruised nose and a swollen face, also walked in wearing a broken army coat. Looking at the food on the table, Zhou Le smiled, and after sitting down, he put the little carrot in front of Han Qian, and then He took out two babies in his arms.

"I knew you would be lonely! My mother just became a little stupid chicken abroad, and I didn't even let go of the dick's butt, Dangdang! Serve and lead her to be happy these two days, reward me!"

A small iron basin wrapped in a plastic bag, and a bottle of Wuliangye liquor.

After placing them on the table, the two looked at the two glasses of loose baijiu on the table at the same time, and Zhou Le whispered.

"Scattered white?"

Han Qian nodded.

"Bought this morning!"

Zhou Le frowned.

"Is it a waste if you don't drink?"

"Go one?"

Two or two glasses, the two drank the wine glasses in one gulp, then looked at each other, and neither of them moved their chopsticks. About ten seconds later, Zhou Le picked up the spoon and drank the soup, and Han Qian stuffed cucumbers into his mouth. Alcoholic throat!

Zhou Le put a chicken leg in Han Qian's bowl and said with a smile.

"I don't care if you are Qian Qian or Han Qian, but my name is Zhou Le! Two legs, one for each person! But you have to give me the chicken ass!"

"You can't grab the chicken head!"

At this moment, the shutter door was pulled up again, and the same two guys with bruised noses and swollen faces came in with something in their hands, Dong Bin and Lao Bai came with gifts, and Han Qian turned his mouth on Lao Bai.

"Close the door, it's cold! Is it snowing outside again?"

Lao Bai nodded vigorously, put down the things in his hand and smiled.

"Thinking about celebrating the new year, come and see Brother Qian'er."

Han Qian smiled and nodded.

"Go, find a chair by yourself and sit here. If you don't eat, you can eat together, and if you eat, you can drink together. There are conflicts and fights! It's Chinese New Year, let's let go of the previous unhappiness! Bring wine Is it?"

Dong Bin smiled while carrying a case of beer.

"I just want to come over to have a drink with Brother Qian'er and apologize! Brother Qian'er has a big heart."

Han Qian pouted and smiled.

"I'm very careful, but I don't care about things like fists and slaps. Go get the bowls and chopsticks by yourself! I'm tired after a busy day."

Dong Bin ran up to get the bowls and chopsticks by himself, and after Lao Bai sat down, he took out a cigarette and flattered him.

"Brother Qianer, Brother Leer! Brother Qianer, when I saw Brother Le, I couldn't help but think of Su Liang. At that time, the relationship between the two of you was really good. Everyone in the general affairs department was envious."

Han Qian lowered his head and gnawed on the chicken head, and said softly.

"Su Liang? I don't have any impression of this person, come on! Tell me how is this person related to me?"

Lao Bai hesitated, at this time Dong Bin came down and shouted.

"Old Bai, put away your thoughts, Liang'er risked his life for Brother Qian'er!"

Han Qian raised his head to look at Lao Bai, and laughed.

"Dishonest!"

Lao Bai knelt on the ground with a plop, raised his head and shouted.

"Brother Qian'er, I will punish myself with a bottle!"

Then, under the pained eyes of Han Qian and Zhou Le, the grandson blew up a bottle of Wuliangye, which made them jump in anger. In the end, Dong Bin called and asked the runner to bring two bottles of Moutai. The man was sitting on the table, and Lao Bai was already lying on the folding bed unconscious.

He doesn't drink!

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