After the divorce, the ex-wife became a creditor

The moment he walked out of the ward door, he was kicked on the butt. Before Han Qian could turn around, the old man grabbed him by the back collar. Han Qian felt that he was about to fly into the air, so he took a step forward and kicked him.

After all, Han Qian is also a well-known figure in Binhai, and he is also a frequent visitor to the hospital. Everyone watched as Mr. Han, the most popular dancer in the city, was picked up by his collar and beaten. When they reached the first floor, the old man let go of Han Qian. Qian Qian's back collar, just as Han Qian was about to run away, the old man's voice came.

"You try to run away! I haven't told your mother about this yet, I just tested the child when I went upstairs, ha!"

Han Qian didn't dare to run away, lowered his head and whispered.

"I didn't hide it from you, and you didn't ask me. A father doesn't care about his son's marriage, and now he says I'm hiding it from you. This is your fault as a father."

The old man squinted at Han Qian and frowned.

"It's useful for you to tell your mother, but what's the use for you to tell me? I don't understand."

Han Qian frowned and stood there, but the old man grabbed him by the collar and dragged him out of the hospital. People watching the excitement in the hospital hall quickly chased him out. This was not a scene that was seen once and rarely.

At dusk, Han Qian walked in front, and the old man walked behind him, kicking him in the butt one after another. Han Qian covered his butt and said angrily.

"There are so many people here, can you save some face for me?"

"Ah."

The old man pinched the back of Han Qian's neck and entered a small restaurant. A portion of mutton soup, a pound of Shaomai, two ounces of white powder, the old man said calmly.

"Tell me, when did it happen?"

Han Qian lowered his head and whispered.

"In July and August last year, I don't remember the specific day. Anyway, because of an accident, we got divorced but didn't leave home. Now we are just like a couple."

The old man frowned and said angrily.

"You call this illegal cohabitation!"

"What age it is, can you please stop being so pedantic? My father-in-law and mother-in-law both know about this. We are not ready to separate. We are thinking of divorcing first and then falling in love."

"Then what? What about the little girls around you? You bastards! Your mother felt something was wrong when Xiaohu and Qingqing called us last year to call us parents, but I didn't believe it. How could my son get a divorce? Right? Now my face is slapped! What kind of face do you want me to use to see Wen She? "

While they were talking, the mutton soup was served. The old man filled a bowl and placed it in front of his son, saying softly.

"Eat more and you'll get beaten later!"

Han Qian frowned and looked at the mutton soup on the table, and said softly.

"How can I avoid being beaten if I don't eat?"

"Does not."

"Why!"

Han Qian took a sip and continued.

"There is a reason why I got divorced. You know the eldest daughter born into a warm family with a silver spoon in her mouth. I just want to divorce first and then start a business. At least two people can communicate on the same level, right?" What I said makes sense, right?”

The old man nodded slightly as he paired the wine with the sheep.

"Well, it makes sense. Can you tell me where your business is? Glory is Qingqing's. Now Xiaonuan manages Changrong. That Yezhai Pavilion also belongs to your secretary Ye Zhi. You tell me, little kid. , where is the business you created!"

Han Qian frowned and looked at the old man and said in a deep voice.

"I gave Qingqing's shares, I gave Ye Zhai Pavilion to Yeats, and I gave her the warmth of Changrong!"

When the Shaomai was served, the old man felt a little vinegary and said calmly.

"Well, I understand, and then I asked you where is your business? Which company are you the boss of, or the CEO of a certain enterprise? What you give to others is what you give away, what does it have to do with you? I don't I saw you starting a business, I saw you constantly hooking up with girls, are you no longer burdened by the divorce?"

Han Qian was a little anxious. He held down the old man's wine glass and frowned.

"Can you please stop hitting me for being unreasonable?"

The old man frowned.

"Do you need a reason for me to beat you?"

Han Qian nodded seriously.

"Yes! Nowadays, parents treat their children as if they are treasures."

"That's because the children are obedient. From the generation of our ancestors to your brother Dongming's son, there has never been a lecherous, divorced Han man, or even one who broke shoes. You are at the same time. I have so many girlfriends, should I fight her?"

Seeing the seriousness on the old man's face, Han Qian lowered his head and whispered.

"We must focus on criticism and education. Slapping with fists will not solve the problem."

The old man frowned.

"If Sun Wukong really exists, do you think our country is the most powerful country in the world? Who told you that fists and slaps are useless? What are you going to do in the future?"

Han Qian drank the mutton soup and whispered.

"I don't know. I made it clear that I don't fall in love, but they didn't listen to what I said. They didn't help me when they were in trouble, and then they didn't look up. This... you really didn't tell my mother? "

"I didn't say anything! Before I hit you, I'll ask you if anyone has bullied you in the city. Where are the two people who injured you in the mountains last time? I won't look for them, I'll talk to them."

Han Qian replied softly.

"Liu Shengge doesn't have a father, and Lin Zongheng's father... I'm afraid he'll be beaten to death with one punch. You don't need to worry about these things. Just don't hit me for a while."

"That won't work, we have to fight!"

It seemed that today's beating was unavoidable. Han Qian lowered his head and took his cell phone to send a text message to Nuan Nuan for help. The text message had not been edited yet, so the old man said calmly.

"It's useless for you to come to Xiaonuan, no one can stop me from beating you."

Han Qian didn't feel confident at all after eating the meal. He had never been beaten when he was a child, but the old man always said that he would be harder next time. This sentence was imprinted in his heart. Han Qian was really scared.

After the meal, the old man told Han Qian to find a place.

When the father and son appeared in District 8, the old man raised his head and looked at the neon flashing words "Ye Ye Ge" and then turned to look at Han Qian. Han Da Xian'er said calmly while holding a cigarette in his mouth.

"You didn't say where you were going! Old man, if you don't hit me, I'll keep it a secret for you for once."

As soon as he finished speaking, the KTV guy and the girls had already ran out.

"Hey, uncle, why didn't you say hello in advance when you came? A group of girls came today, would you like to take a look?"

Han Qian smiled and nodded. As soon as he took a step, the old man held his shoulder and said doubtfully.

"Is this what you call starting a business? Haha, it seems like you are really itchy today."

As soon as he finished speaking, Han Qian felt the sound of wind coming from behind his head. The bent old man slapped the young man on the face. This slap directly made the young man sit on the ground and covered his face with confusion in his eyes. But now At that time, Han Qian had already run away and shouted to the young man.

"I'll explain it to you later!"

Han Qian was walking among the crowd. The old man's slap just now really didn't leave any feeling between father and son!

While running, Han Qian saw Guan Junbiao and rushed forward with a vigorous stride, saying anxiously.

"Find me a place to hide, my father is going to beat me to death!"

Guan Junbiao blinked at Han Qian, and then said flatteringly.

"Old man, I caught him for you."

Han Qian suddenly turned around and found the old man standing behind him. This almost frightened Han Qian to death. He covered his chest and said angrily.

"You are in your fifties, why are you running so fast?"

"Hit my son!"

The old man's face was expressionless, and Han Qian gave up.

Ever since he could remember when he was a child, he had rarely seen the old man lying on the kang, catching pheasants, chasing rabbits, riding horses, herding sheep, farming and cutting firewood. The old man's physique was not comparable to that of the sick man he is now. Understand.

Guan Junbiao rushed away the people watching the excitement, pointed to the two-story building behind him, and said with a smile.

"Master, why don't you take Qian'er in to practice? We people in District 8 like to keep fit here."

"excuse me."

"No, no, no, don't bother, don't bother, Xiaohai, where did you go? Make tea, make tea!"

Guan Junbiao's face was full of excitement. He wanted to know how powerful the old man of the Han family was. When the old man saw the boxing ring, he nodded, and then whispered a little embarrassedly.

"Biaozi, this... won't disturb your fitness?"

Guan Junbiao was stunned for a moment, then pointed at the two young men on the ring and cursed angrily.

"You scolded Bi, are you blind? Didn't you see Uncle Han coming? Go, go, go get some boxing gloves for Uncle Han, and put on protective gear and an extra layer for your uncle."

The words may be a bit unprofessional, but now Guan Junbiao just hopes that Han Qian will not be beaten to death. In his mind, since Han Qian came to the Eighth District, he came to him for help.

On to the ring.

When the old man took off his clothes and exposed his back, Xiaohai instantly covered his eyes and whispered.

"Brother Dog, Uncle Han's body is full of tendons... Brother Qian'er can't be beaten to death?"

It can be felt from the words that Xiaohai's status in the Eighth District has improved a lot. Guan Junbiao's eyes twitched slightly and he whispered.

"Uncle Han's figure doesn't look like that of a fifty-year-old man at all... Well, prepare to hit 120."

On the ring, Han Qian sat cross-legged on the ground, lowered his head and whispered.

"If I don't fight back, can you give me a few less blows? I still have to support you until the end of your life."

"No, both Xiaotong and Qinghu are fine."

"They are not your daughters-in-law."

"Ha! Little brat, are you planning to harm the girl and then leave with a slap on your ass?"

After saying that, he raised his head and put his foot on Han Qian's back. He then held Han Qian down and took off the boy's shoes, facing his buttocks with the soles of the shoes. Han Qian was beaten until he screamed. After breaking free, he stood up and pointed at the old man. Er said angrily.

"Today you are blamed for your son beating me!"

The old man was full of disdain for this.

"Whatever you want, if you beat me, I can call you daddy from now on."

Han Qian was willing to give it all. He was going to be beaten anyway, so he might as well give it a try. Then Guan Junbiao and others saw Han Qian being kneaded like a chicken in the old man's hands, picked up and thrown to the ground. Pick up the shoe and get spanked.

This is not on the same level at all.

Han Qian didn't give up. He tried his best, but he couldn't get any advantage.

At this moment, Han Qian shouted.

"Brother Guan! Stop fucking watching the show, I might really get beaten to death tonight."

Guan Junbiao, who had been feeling helpless for a long time, took off his clothes, took the boxing gloves, and rushed into the ring, muttering something.

"My dear brother for fighting the tiger! Uncle Han, I'm offended!"