After the divorce, the ex-wife became a creditor

Early in the morning, Han Qian was awakened by the ringing of his cell phone. He opened his eyes in a daze, hugged Aunt Ji's soft body and pressed the connect button.

"I'm Han Qian!"

"Hello sir, this is the customer service staff of Ping An Life Insurance..."

"Can you protect me from being killed by a murderer?"

"Dududu·"

The call was hung up. Han Qian muttered something about how impatient the customer service is now. He threw away his phone and lay down to sleep. Unfortunately, Ji Jing had already dressed and got out of bed to make breakfast. Han Qian lay on the bed and stretched out his hand to scratch the air. .

"Are you angry! Unnie~"

Ji Jing turned around and smiled softly at Han Qian, saying softly.

"It's time to get up and cook! Does your butt still hurt?"

Han Qian wrapped himself in a quilt and smiled.

"Just rub it for me."

It was raining lightly in October, but my body didn't feel cold, but my hands and feet were cold. After making breakfast, Ji Jing put it into an insulated bucket and sent it to the hospital, telling Han Qian if he could help if nothing happened today. Did her job.

The two separated downstairs, Han Qian drove to the company, and Ji Jing went to the hospital.

On the way, Han Qian called Ye Zhi but the girl hung up the phone again. Han Qian laughed and stood at the door of the company smoking a work cigarette. He couldn't smoke in Ji Jing's office, so he settled at the door.

As soon as she lit her cigarette, she saw Yan Qingqing running over in the light rain. This woman couldn't understand the seasons? Why are you running around in a skirt today? Yan Qingqing jumped directly into Han Qian's arms. Han Qian grabbed her hands, lifted her clothes and put them on her stomach, frowning.

"Can you wear more clothes? You don't know what day it is today?"

Yan Qingqing lowered her head and complained softly.

"Last night Nuan Nuan said you weren't going to live at home and asked me to accompany her. When she came out in the morning, I couldn't wear her clothes. It's so cold."

Han Qian threw away the cigarette he had just taken two puffs on and pulled Yan Qingqing upstairs.

When he got a cup of hot water, he put Lady Yasha's feet on her stomach to warm them. Looking at the woman half-lying next to her holding the hot water, Han Qian frowned.

"Calculate the time, your aunt is coming soon. You don't have a warm constitution, and you will feel uncomfortable with stomachache by then. Can't you wear pants? How can you wear skirts all year round?"

Yan Qingqing whispered.

"I'm short! My legs look longer when I wear a skirt. I'm 1.72 meters tall. Cai Qinghu must be 1.75 meters, right? Both Tongyao and Ji Jing are 168. They're fine now. I measured my height yesterday. Not only Not long! I still suffered 0.3 points."

"I never said you were short, so why are you so concerned about it? Aren't all the girls around here about 1.6 meters tall? There are only three, five, six, seven or eight girls around us who are 1.7 meters tall... It seems like there are quite a few. , Sister Yang should be 1.7 meters tall, right?"

Yan Qingqing put the cup of water on Han Qian's shoulder and slapped him twice, saying feebly with a look of defeat on his face.

"See, I'm the only one who's short."

Han Qian smiled.

"But you have a bad temper! Remember to wear long johns tomorrow. I will check you then. Don't talk about being tall, short, fat or thin. It's good to be healthy."

Yan Qingqing curled her lips and said.

"If I weighed 180 pounds, you would have ignored me. Go, go. Ji Jing called me and said she was going to the hospital today. You can do her work. Go, go, go. I won't let you go if I see you." Mind work.”

Han Qian was pushed out of the office, and not long after, the guy came back again, holding a fluffy blanket in his hand, covering Yan Qingqing's legs with his own hands, and then left the office to deal with the aftermath of Ji Jing.

Aunt Ji is good at everything. The only thing is that there is really nothing she can do about her procrastination.

This is normal, there are no perfect people in the world.

Calling the deputy director of the planning department, Han Qian began to handle the work.

The work of the Planning Department is much simpler than that of the General Department, but Han Qian was busy enough to clean up all the squeezed work in his hands. By two o'clock in the afternoon, all the documents needed for the past week were processed, and Han Qian stretched himself. Tell the deputy minister to continue tomorrow as he has other things to do in the afternoon.

He went to Yan Qingqing's office and touched Lady Yasha's feet. She felt that her hands were no longer cold. Han Qian once again told her to wear more clothes tomorrow, and then went downstairs to the hospital. On the way, Han Qian was called by Yeats again. This woman After answering the phone and asking seriously what the mission was, Han Qian said angrily.

"Your uncle's mission! I have something to do and I can't leave now. Don't let me catch you!"

"Slightly, slightly, slightly!"

Han Qian hung up the phone. When he arrived at the hospital, Han Qian touched his butt. He was really a little scared. He went to the ward first to ask the doctor about his mother's condition. The doctor gave the result that he was recuperating and replenishing his body, which lasted almost half a month. You can go out.

After thanking the doctor and going out, she happened to meet Yeats walking out of the ward. Han Qian looked at Yeats, and Miss Ye looked at Mr. Han. The next second Yeats turned around and ran away, Han Qian rushed forward and held her down. Yeats's shoulders, the moment Yeats turned around, his wrists were grabbed. The girl, knowing that she had made a mistake, bent back and tried to break free.

"Mr. Han! This is a hospital, you can't make any noise! ​​You need to calm down, you are still young, and you must not embark on the road of crime!"

Han Qian sneered.

"Oh, did you forget when you bullied me last night? Blindfolded, stuffed the ball, no wax, you gave me the wind-touching oil? Miss Ye, are you very good at playing? Come on, let's play together Have some fun.”

Yeats kept shaking his head in refusal.

"No more playing, no more playing! Mr. Han can't play anymore, something will happen! You can resist harm with your body, I am a weak woman!"

"Weak? Where are you weak? Weren't you awesome last night? Just throw the hotel at me and run away!"

After saying these words, Yeats suddenly stood up straight, looked serious, and said calmly.

"Mr. Han, I just applied some medicine to you last night, you can't talk nonsense."

Han Qian clicked his tongue.

"Tsk, tsk, tsk, am I talking nonsense? Where are those little horns on your head? I have to say that you look good in leather clothes and you have a great figure."

"Mr. Han, please be careful with your words."

"Do I mind my words?"

"Well! In front of your father!"

After saying this, Han Qian suddenly turned around and saw the old man standing behind him with a pale face. Han Qian hurriedly let go of Yeats's hand and forced a smile.

"Honey, we are just joking! I have something else to do."

Han Qian turned around and was about to run away. The old man stretched out his hand and grabbed Han Qian's back collar. Han Qian looked at the evil smile in Ye Zhi's eyes. The moment he was dragged through the door, he grabbed the woman's arm and forcibly dragged her into the ward.

In the ward.

Han Qian and Yeats knelt side by side on the bed. Han Qian lowered his head and gritted his teeth.

"You didn't tell me that my father was here? Are you okay now? We were all scolded!"

Yeats whispered back.

"Why don't you go back to Ye Zhai Pavilion to talk about it? It's okay now. I was lectured for making a lot of noise and not paying attention to the occasion. What do you think I should do?"

"You take care of my mother, and I'll take care of Aunt Qian."

Yeats nodded, and then they both spoke at the same time.

"Aunt!"

"Aunt!"

Qian'er's mother and Qian Ling turned their heads at the same time, and then Han Qian grinned.

"Auntie, Yeats has something to talk to you."

After saying this, Yeats looked at Han Qian with wide eyes, his meaning was obvious.

You fool me?

Han Qian had a sinister smile on his face, and Yeats took a deep breath when he saw this.

"Auntie, Han Qian and I really love each other!"

"Fuck you."

Han Qian pushed Yeats directly onto the bed. Yeats lay on the bed and whispered with aggrieved face.

"It seems like I'm just wishful thinking."

Han Qian gritted his teeth in anger and growled.

"Yeats!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the old man clamped the back of his neck.

It’s over!

Got to be beaten again.

Yeats and Han Qian both stayed in the hospital in the afternoon, but Wen Nuan had gone somewhere, and the other girls seemed to be missing as well.

Slowly, Qian'er's mother asked about the grudge between Yeats and Han Qian, and learned that Han Qian had gone to Miss Yeats's parents to talk nonsense first, and Qian'er's mother only said one word.

"beat!"

Han Qian quickly apologized and admitted his mistake, and promised not to bully Yeats again, and the matter was finally settled.

But this wave started again. Cheng Jin called and asked the old man if he had time in the evening to talk about the two children. The old man agreed with a smile and looked at Han Qian's butt when hanging up the phone. He slapped her twice hard and said angrily.

"You did a good job!"

Han Qian lay on the bed and pretended to be dead. He fell asleep while lying down. He didn't know how long he had slept. When he woke up, there were only a family of three left in the room. Han Qian sat up and looked around confusedly. , and then stared at a bottle of water in a daze.

The old man handed the water to Han Qian, and Han Qian said doubtfully.

"Everyone has gone back?"

Qian'er's mother nodded, and Han Qian drank the water and stood up.

"I'm going to smoke a cigarette."

His head was confused from smoking a cigarette. When Han Qian returned to the ward, there were a few more people inside. The moment he opened the door and walked into the room, he heard a sentence.

"My mother-in-law, please take care of your health. When you are discharged from the hospital, we will talk about the marriage of our two children."

Han Qian trembled and rubbed his eyes.

Am I stupid?

When did Yan Qingqing's parents come?