Ex-wife becomes creditor after divorce Season 2.

Chapter 198 Han Qian, You Are a Faint King

At noon, when Han Qian returned to the basement, he had a small hammer in his hand.

It says [-] tons of balloon hammers.

Han Qian sat behind Feng Lun. Whenever Feng Lun slipped away, he would hit Feng Lun's head with a hammer, and with the hammer, Han Qian stood up and lifted the chair.

Oh shit!

It's killing me.

Feng Lun lowered his head and looked at the jigsaw puzzle seriously, then he turned his back to Han Qian and replied with his chin pinched.

"Don't think about it, I just called Baitao and asked for a life-saving talisman for myself. You have Lao Gu, Chen Qiang has Chen Zhan, and I, Feng Lun, have to grab an umbrella no matter what."

"Oh!"

Han Qian put down his chair, took a deep breath, and then suddenly reached out and grabbed Feng Lun's hair.

boom!
The jigsaw puzzle that he had just put together was smashed apart. Han Qian grabbed Feng Lun's hair and pulled him up. He pushed him lightly. The next second, he kicked Feng Lun's chest with his right foot. Feng Lun turned over the chair and fell. On the ground, holding his chest and breathing heavily.

Han Qian stepped forward and kicked Feng Lun's side hard, squatted down and grabbed Feng Lun's hair, and forced Feng Lun to look at him, Han Qian said fiercely.

"You seem to have got a lot of things wrong. Your provocation is just because I don't want to talk to you, not because I don't want to touch you! Feng Lun, I really don't want to kill you, but I can cut off your hands and your legs, you know? Whether it's Baitao or Yamenkouer, all they want is your head, and they don't care what kind of state you are talking about!"

Hua Luo grabbed Feng Lun's hair and smashed it on the floor, and said again.

"I haven't stopped you from harming Zhou Le. It's not because I can't do anything, but because I know that if you don't take action, someone will come to confuse him. Compared with what they give, what you give Feng Lun is still more attractive, you know. Do you understand? Don’t always claim to be the director of Binhai. I, Han Qiancai, is the fucking king of Binhai. If I get tired of playing, just say a word from me, and the whole stage will enter the closing ceremony. Do you understand? Do you understand? ?”

Feng Lun gritted his teeth and said in a low voice.

"Han Qian, aren't you afraid that I'll tear you apart?"

Han Qian asked Feng Lun's hair and frowned.

"You don't understand me? What have I been afraid of? I'm not even afraid of my father beating me!"

Letting go of Feng Lun, Han Qian stood up and clapped his hands, saying indifferently.

"Puzzle with peace of mind, you have all the food, drink, and fun! I come to check regularly, and the puzzle of your brain will be over in about a week! Be careful, I cut off all your methods of contacting the outside world, Baitao can keep you? She is in my Whether you can protect yourself when you are shouting in front of you is still a problem."

Feng Lun lay on the ground without speaking, and Han Qian spoke again.

"Don't contact the outside world for a short time."

Feng Lun sat up and wiped his nosebleed, and continued to puzzle, muttering in a low voice while doing the puzzle.

"When I was young, I watched other people's children play with this thing, but I was so envious, Han Qian, how do you know that I like Iron Brave Train Man!"

"Because I like it too!"

After leaving the prison, Han Qian called Han Jiayi and learned that he was in the swimming pool with several mothers and sisters. Han Qian drove to pick up Han Jiayi. Qian slapped the back of the head.

"What are you doing to the women?"

Han Jia covered his head and frowned.

"You don't find so many mothers for me? Blame me?"

Han Qian frowned and thought about it, then said seriously.

"You're right, get in the car! Your grandpa called me to buy vegetables, I don't want to carry them."

Han Jia frowned and looked at Han Qian.

"So you came to pick me up as a coolie? I'm back in the capital, so I won't be with you."

"Don't, don't, don't! You are my own son, we are one and half, I don't want to go by myself."

Han Qian didn't look like a son when he got along with the old man, and he didn't look like a father when he got along with his son.

The father and son walked in the Lianshan Market in the old district. Han Qian didn't care about what kind of food to buy. It was Han Jia who chose, asked the price, and decided how much to buy. He didn't even pay the money. I will pass it to Han Qian.

After walking around, Han Qian suddenly spoke.

"Would you like to see the life of the lowest class?"

Han Jia looked at Han Qian.

"Do I have the right to choose?"

Han Qian nodded and smiled.

"Yes, you choose your own life, whether to be a young master who doesn't bow his head or to be a... um... an ordinary person."

The little Han Jia frowned and asked.

"Don't say it so nicely. I'm young, but I'm not stupid. You won't give me anything. My mother will also consider whether to give it to me. Now I enjoy everything that Father Liu gave me. Once I pass At 16, everything I enjoy is gone, right?"

Han Qian narrowed his eyes and smiled.

"Strangely clever~"

"How far to go?"

"Very close."

Said it was very close, Han Jiayi still bought himself a small schoolbag, put all the vegetables in it and carried it on his back, determined not to use his father's help, walked about two kilometers, Han Jiayi turned his head to look at Han Qian, Han Qian smiled awkwardly.

"This has to happen! Change to another place."

In the car, Han Qian led Han Jiayi around the city with a cigarette in his mouth, and finally parked the car at an old market in Fengming District. Han Qian sat in the car and closed his eyes. car door.

"I'll turn around myself."

Han Qian closed his eyes and hummed.

As soon as Han Jia walked in the old market, he found that there were all old people in their seventies and eighties selling vegetables here. On both sides of the road, there was a woven bag on the ground, with small cucumbers or some other vegetables placed on it. .

It's not the kind of supermarket that looks emerald green and clean, they are all brought in small buckets.

Han Jiayi was squatting in front of an old woman's street stall, and the old woman picked up a cucumber and wiped it and handed it to Jiayi.

"It's all grown at home, without spraying! Eat when you're hungry."

Han Jia took a bite of the cucumber and asked.

"Grandma, how much money do you make a day?"

The grandma smiled and stretched out a finger, Han Jia frowned and said.

"One hundred? Why are there so few?"

The grandma laughed.

"Ten dollars is not bad."

Han Jiayi looked at the old lady in astonishment, and then glanced at the cucumber in front of him. Han Jiayi took out 100 yuan and handed it to the old lady.

"I want all of you!"

The old woman shook her head with a smile.

"No way, how do you get it for such a small purchase? Don't pity me, an old woman, just buy a piece of tofu for two yuan and go home to eat."

Han Jia asked incomprehensibly.

"Grandma, where is your daughter?"

"It's gone!"

As soon as Han Jia looked at the white-haired old lady, he got up, turned around and ran, opened the car door and punched his sleeping father in the side. Han Qian was stunned, and looked at Han Jia with a frown and said coldly.

"Are you tired of living?"

Han Jiayi roared at his father.

"You are the only one who is still the prince? Get out of the car!"

"No way!"

"Can't you get down?"

"No way!"

As soon as Han Jia took out the lighter from his father's pocket and squatted down, he began to light the wheels of the car. Han Qian was startled by this, and got out of the car and grabbed Han Jiayi's back collar.

"Little bastard, are you looking for a beating?"

Han Jiayi took Han Qian's hand and walked towards the old market, walking all the way to the grandmother, and said seriously.

"I want to buy all the dishes from this grandma!"

Han Qian frowned.

"That's all? You have no money?"

Han Jiayi kicked Han Qian's calf, Han Qian waved his hand and slapped his son on the back of the head, and Xiao Jia just rolled on the ground.

"Buy it! You buy it for me, grandma won't sell me! You, Han Qian, are still the prince of Binhai. So many people are suffering, and grandma can't earn ten yuan a day. A cigarette you smoke costs ten yuan. Han Qian, you are a devil, you are a fool, you are a big bastard."

Feeling a little noisy, Han Qian bent down and picked up a cucumber and stuffed it into Han Jiayi's mouth. The old lady also looked at the father and son in confusion...?

Han Qian grabbed Han Jia and frowned.

"You want to spend money, don't you? Then you can buy all the vegetables on this street."

As soon as Han Jia pulled out the cucumber, he started to take out the money. When he took out the money, he found that the money was not enough, so he looked up at Han Qian.

"Lend me the money, and I'll return it to you when I get home."

Han Qian sneered.

"Borrow money to do good deeds? Han Jiayi, Han Jiayi, let's see if you have the ability before doing good deeds. If you don't have money, how can you pretend to be a kind person? Get lost as far as you can."

Han Jia gritted his teeth, then turned and ran away.

Seeing his son running away while wiping his tears, Han Qian chuckled, and with Xu Hongchang and Cui Li following him, he wasn't worried about this little bastard at all.

Squatting in front of the old lady's stall, Han Qian picked up the cucumber that Han Jia had thrown away, wiped it, took a bite and said with a smile.

"Cucumbers are growing well! Is there a subsistence allowance?"

The old lady smiled and shook her head.

"No, there is nothing at home that can't be done."

Han Qian nodded.

"It seems that this is indeed the case. Is there someone collecting money for this carpet? Life is difficult?"

The grandma smiled and said nothing, Han Qian stood up and stretched, took out his mobile phone and called Su Liang.

"Nursing home."

"I know, I'm working on it! Go to the hospital at night?"

"I don't have time recently. I have to spend time with my children and family members. I have to go to the company tomorrow. The empress is very angry. She has been hanging around under my nose recently. I pretend not to see it. Nursing home! This money is paid by several companies. , It’s actually a venue money.”

"Stop rambling, dad! Dear dad, can you let me have a meal?"

"What did you eat? It's noon, it's not at noon, and it's not at night!"

"Is my severed head meal okay? Get lost."

After being yelled at by Su Liang, Han Qian pouted, and then found the community's phone number. When the community people ran over, they saw Han Qian after eating cucumbers, and he was stunned.

Han Qian asked straightforwardly.

"Why doesn't she have subsistence allowances?"

People in the community hesitated and didn't know how to answer.

Han Qian said again
"Why are you so nervous? Calculating the time yourself, my son was very kind and called me a fool and a bastard. Do you think I really did a bastard once and threw you all in? Or let Tu Xiao talk to you, tomorrow In the morning, let me ask, poor people can’t get subsistence allowances, so you can live on subsistence allowances, count Fengming’s widowed and lonely elderly, and prepare a list to send to the Yamen, don’t ask me who should give it to, um... You guys bought all these dishes."

When Han Qian drove home, Han Jiayi was already helping in the kitchen, facing Han Qian's accusation, Han Jiayi pretended he didn't hear him, snorted arrogantly and left.

The old man looked at the couple and said with a smile.

"What's the matter? A started crying as soon as he came back, and he wants to exercise with me and kill you."

Han Qian laughed obediently, and told what happened, the old man frowned at Han Qian.

"The child is kind, what's the matter with you as a father?"

Han Qian looked at the old man seriously, and said seriously.

"You should be your father first, and then teach me to be a father."

The old man nodded, and Han Qian ran away while wiping his hands with his apron. Although he won't be a father, I know when my father is going to beat me up. I understand that being a son is a thief.

When he walked in the door, he saw Han Jiayi staring at Han Qian, and Han Qian smiled.

"Come on, daddy hug!"

At ten o'clock in the evening, Han Qian was lying in his small room, which was still the room with bunk beds, and when he was about to sleep in a daze, Han Jia pushed open the door and walked in, standing beside Han Qian's bed and whispering.

"sorry."

Han Qian reached out and rubbed his son's head, smiling.

"It doesn't matter! Jiayi, it's okay to want to do good things, but you can't force what you want to do on others. You can do as much as you can!"

"I see!"

"so what!"

Snapped!
A water balloon exploded on Han Qian's face, Han Qian closed his eyes and took a deep breath, smiling.

"Run, don't let me catch you tonight, Han Jiayi, I'll let you know how painful it is to have a belt on your butt! Who the hell is a pampered parent?"

(End of this chapter)