Ex-wife becomes creditor after divorce Season 2.

Chapter 687 The eldest son and eldest daughter

"Han Jiayi, come here! What on earth are you going to do?"

Han Jia raised his head and looked at Han Qian, wondering.

"What's wrong? Am I playing with her?"

Han Qian nodded.

"Yes! I know you two are playing together, but why do you let her ride you?"

"I like it! Dad, you don't know how popular she is. I was playing in the hospital just now, and all the boys who were similar to me liked to play with her, but she ignored her and just liked to ride me! "

Han Qian tilted his head and looked at Han Jiayi with his mouth open, and asked after a long time.

"No, Han Jiayi! She rode you? Are you happy?"

Han Jia nodded.

"I'm so happy! Han Qian, you don't know. You haven't even gotten to know her well. How do you know that I'm not happy being ridden? Give me a hundred yuan and I'll buy snacks and Let’s eat together, little beauty.”

"Will you eat my slap?"

"Give me money!"

Han Jiayi punched Han Qian's injured waist one by one. Han Qian almost beat Han Jiayi to death in the hospital hall that night. If Zhou Hui and Qian Ling hadn't hurried over, Han Jiayi would have really wanted to Beaten to death.

Han Jia, who was held in Qian Ling's arms, gritted his teeth and stared at Han Qian.

"I'm willing to be a dog and I don't have to worry about you!"

Han Qian was so angry that he couldn't use his head. He looked for the right guy, and then Han Qian lifted the stainless steel trash can.

"Damn it, my Han Qian's son, ah! Get up, I have to beat him to death today!"

Tong Yao and Ji Jing stood in front of the window and quietly watched the war between father and son. Ji Jing held a bottle of beer in her hand and looked at Han Jiayi who was beaten and crying, and his eyes were red with anger. Han Qian let out a long sigh.

"Smart son."

Nursery Rhyme pouted.

"A bit stupid dad, my son is right."

Ji Jing took a sip of beer and said softly.

"How could it be wrong? There is only one boy out of five children. He should be more dazzling..."

Tong Yao turned her head to look at Ji Jing.

"Will you live long?"

Ji Jing shrugged.

"If you remove the question mark, you will definitely not live long. It won't be Lin Zongheng and others who want to take action by then! Give the eldest nephew another five years, and he will be the master of the entire Northeast. Why was Zhang Xueliang such a bastard and useless when he was a child? Ha, it’s the same as Jiayi now.”

Nursery Rhyme opened a bottle of beer, took a sip, and sighed.

"No wonder Beloved has to come into contact with things that he shouldn't be exposed to at this age. Beloved is now pushing back the growth."

Ji Jing narrowed her eyes and smiled.

"That's right. Beloved has thirteen teachers in the capital. She doesn't have piano, chess, calligraphy, painting, poems, songs, and poems. They are all things that children can't understand. Although she doesn't understand, she can memorize them by rote. This is like Beloved. The eldest nephew has a very good memory. If the beloved one is more dazzling, no one will pay attention to Jiayi."

Tong Yao whispered in a slightly distressed voice.

"Beloved, I'm so tired. What girl doesn't like beautiful clothes? She works hard to make herself fat."

Ji Jing nodded.

"It's to attract attention, with unique appearance and thoughtfulness. Even this time Dong Siyue knelt outside the door for several hours begging Beloved. It was all Beloved who wanted to attract attention. When Beloved had exhausted all his energy and energy, Jia Yi Now that you have grown up, you no longer need to be protected by your sister. Do you feel that being a child of a chaebol family is tiring?"

Nursery Rhyme took a deep breath.

"Harm, I don't know about the other little ones, but Beloved and Jiayi are both under pressure that they shouldn't bear at this age. It's no longer possible. I feel sorry for my daughter. I'm going to hug my daughter."

Ji Jing put down the beer bottle and stepped forward, tapping Han Qian's shoulder and saying softly.

"Big nephew."

Han Qian turned his head, and Ji Jing stretched out her green fingers and flicked Han Qian's forehead.

pain!

It hurts a lot. Han Qian covered his head and looked at Ji Jing. After a few seconds, Han Qian understood everything from Ji Jing's eyes. He turned his head and glanced at Han Jiayi, then took out the cash from Ji Jing's pocket and handed it to Han Jiayi. .

"Go, go, go, I don't want to see you for a fucking minute."

Han Qian's mood suddenly changed. It was not the anger just now, but a little worried, a little irritable, and a little bit like getting angry. Ji Jing hugged Han Qian in her arms and said softly.

"Okay, okay, everyone has their own life. You are not God! You can't be perfect. Lele and Xiaoxiao have to stay in the hospital recently, maybe for a long, long, long time."

Han Qian whispered.

"It's my problem. I wish I had two sons."

Ji Jing narrowed her eyes and smiled.

"It's not your problem, it's the nursery rhyme's problem! She tortured her son to death. She really deserves to die!"

Perhaps Ji Jing is not gentle only when she tells nursery rhymes.

When Han Qian returned to the door of the ward, An An's father was standing at the door bragging to the visiting guests.

"I An Zizi have no other abilities in this life, but I have a good daughter!"

Han Qian pulled Ji Jing and strode past him, saying coldly.

"Don't make any noise in the hospital at night. You are the child's grandfather and you are taking the guests to have a meal!"

"Okay! Okay! Okay! I'll go right now, I'll go right now."

Han Qian was really too lazy to talk to An An's parents. Her father was mentally ill, her mother was also mentally ill, and Han Qian thought he was also ill.

After a long night in the hospital, Han Qian didn't even see his two daughters. In the morning, Han Qian was a little anxious. After everyone had rested, he tiptoed out of the ward with his bare feet like a cat. door, walked to the incubator and looked at the two girls lying inside.

One is sleeping, and the other is looking at Han Qian with his eyes open.

Han Qian smiled, and he didn't even know that his saliva was dripping from the corner of his mouth.

so cute!

So small!

Then Han Qian felt something was wrong. His daughter seemed to be crying, but it was too late for Han Qian to run away.

In the incubator, a child was crying and a child was laughing.

Han Qian was caught by Qian'er's mother, who slapped Han Qian twice on the shoulder.

"Gun, Gun, Gun, why did you come here to scare the children when you had nothing to do?"

Han Qian said aggrievedly.

"Mom, I care about our two daughters too! Please open this box and let me hug you."

When Han Qian said this, both girls cried. Han Qian turned around and kissed An An hard on the face, then ran away holding his waist. An An looked at Han Qian who ran away and said softly.

"Mom! If he wants to hug him, he can hug him."

Qian'er shook his head seriously.

"It's not good. He's holding Beloved and Jiayi! These two children will be exhausted for the rest of their lives."

Han Qian left the hospital, went out and got in the car and called Xu Hongchang.

"Prepare some money to send to the temple, and Long Huihui's investment may be ruined."

Then Han Qian called Dong Bin, and Dong Bin whispered after the call was connected.

"Master!"

"Tell Lao Bai to prepare. I will just give you 200 million. You will leave for Changqing tonight. You two will prepare a support project in the name of Honor Group. Let's do something in Changqing. When fame comes, I’m going to sleep! Bye!”

Then Han Qian called Yeats.

"Transfer 200 million to Dong Bin, and then Miss Ye, you may have to be a little busier. Spend the 1.8 billion as quickly as possible! If you don't invest, don't build, or if it doesn't work, just put it on the road and give it to Binhai people. "

To this day, Han Qian still remembers what his mother said.

"Money! If you don't come from a good way, you won't go from a good way."

(End of this chapter)