Ex-wife becomes creditor after divorce Season 2.

Chapter 1414 Dad! Take Medicine
"If Fu Dong wasn't stupid, he wouldn't continue to make trouble with you."

This is what Wen Nuan said to Han Qian before she went to take a shower. Han Qian got up, opened the door of the guest room, waved to his daughter, and the father and daughter ran upstairs to lie on the tatami and play.

He and Chong'er never had any parent-child time, and from the moment Jiayi was born, his life was destined not to be like that of a young master, and he could not enjoy anything.

After playing for a while, Lingling fell asleep with her head on Han Qian's arm. Wen Nuan wiped her hair and walked into the bedroom. Looking at her sleeping daughter, she frowned.

"She sleeps here or with me?"

Han Qian smiled.

"It's all right, Wen Nuan, look, my daughter is so small lying here, and she's even holding her two little fists!"

Wen Nuan was lying on the other side of the bell, with her face resting on Han Qian's uninjured palm. The mother and daughter stared at Han Qian with identical eyes. After a long time, Han Qian said softly.

"Wen Nuan, why aren't your eyes focused? Why are they a little astigmatism?"

Wen Nuan frowned and looked at Han Qian.

"Let's just lie there for a while. Can't you just act like a human being? Can you just not say anything?"

Han Qian chuckled, and Lingling suddenly turned over and got into Wen Nuan's arms. Wen Nuan held her daughter's little butt with one hand and patted it gently, then said.

"Drugs?"

Han Qian shook his head.

"No, this woman, Miss Song, gave me some painkillers. I was seriously injured at the time, so I used this medicine to relieve the pain, and I became addicted to it."

Wen Nuan reached out and poked the hard scabbed wound on Han Qian's arm.

Then Wen Nuan picked off the scab in a fit of convulsion. Han Qian grimaced in pain, glared at Wen Nuan threateningly, and whispered.

"What's wrong with you? Why are you fingering him for no reason?"

"Yes, I'm sick! Keep your voice down. If my daughter wakes me up, I'll beat you. Who told you to say that I have astigmatism? Who wouldn't say that my big, beautiful eyes are beautiful? Does Cai Qinghu know about this?"

"I'm not sure. When we were together today, I had a seizure for a while."

"Then I guess I know, I just didn't ask you."

The ex-husband and ex-wife were sitting together chatting, talking intermittently. As they were chatting, the daughter got anxious and stretched out her two little hands to cover the mouths of both of them.

"Let's take a nap! I have to go to kindergarten tomorrow."

Late at night, that damn feeling once again filled Han Qian's entire body.

At this moment, Han Qian even thought about dying. The voice in his head kept telling him that he didn't need to hold on any longer and that he had done enough.

Han Qian muttered silently in her heart.

"Little guy, don't let me catch you. Who are you?"

Han Qian's strange behavior woke Wen Nuan up. She didn't know what she should do or what she could do, so she reached out and hugged Han Qian's head in her arms.

He patted Han Qian's back gently, feeling Han Qian's body trembling in his arms.

"Hold on, my dear, you are the best."

Wen Nuan comforted Han Qian in her arms as if she was coaxing a three-year-old child.

Pain continued to gnaw at Han Qian. The words of giving up were like a maggot attached to his bones, constantly eating away at his will and persistence. Every minute seemed like a year.

Little Lingling sat up and looked at her trembling father. She moved closer to her parents and touched her father's ear with her little hand.

So hot!

Xiao Lingling turned around and ran out of the room barefoot. At this moment, Wen Nuan was a little anxious. Should she go to see her daughter or Han Qian?

At this moment, Wen Nuan understood that Han Qian had to make decisions on this kind of thing every day. It was a person with decision-making difficulties who had to make choices every day. At this time, Han Qian spoke weakly.

"Look at the girl!"

Even under such torture, he was still thinking about his daughter. Wen Nuan didn't know how difficult it was to quit such a thing, but she had quit smoking.

As soon as Wen Nuan let go of Han Qian, she heard the sound of jingling on the stairs.

It was time to go see her daughter. Wen Nuan had just walked to the door of the second bedroom when she saw a small kettle hanging around her daughter's left neck. She was dragging the small medicine box at home with both hands, dragging it up to the second floor layer by layer. Wen Nuan just watched quietly without going to help. Xiao Lingdang didn't call for help either. She went all the way to the tatami bed, grabbed a handful of medicine and placed it in front of Han Qian, climbed onto the tatami, hugged Han Qian's head, and whispered into her father's ear.

"If you eat a disease, you won't get medicine."

Han Qian opened his eyes and looked at his daughter who was sitting next to him with a worried look on her face. Han Qian reached out and touched his daughter's face.

"Eat~ whatever you give to Daddy, I'll eat it!"

Xiao Lingdang grabbed a handful and stuffed them all into her mouth. Han Qian was not vague either and picked up the water and drank it.

Half an hour later, Lingling was sleeping soundly in bed, shouting in his dream how awesome he was. His father was vomiting like a dead dog in the bathroom on the first floor, and he was muttering to himself.

"I live one more fucking day. I'm so awesome!"

Wen Nuan stood at the bathroom door and looked at Han Qian, covering her forehead with one hand and said weakly.

"Can't you be a little more sane? Just grab a handful and eat it?"

"It's not good to refuse my daughter's filial piety. The child will be sad. Ugh! What medicine did my daughter give me?"

"A bunch. I just saw that a few of each medicine are missing. I also saw that two of the menstrual medications that Tong Yao took before are missing."

"Ugh~"

The good news is that Han Qian can no longer feel the ants bothering him. The bad news is that he doesn't know what medicine Lingdang gave him, and he suffered from vomiting and diarrhea until dawn. When Wen Nuan sent Lingdang to kindergarten early in the morning, Han Qian received a call from Guan Junbiao.

"Crooked~"

"Huh?" Then the phone was hung up. Han Qian was a little confused for a moment. Just as he put down the phone, Guan Junbiao called again.

"Wow? Brother Han?"

"Ah~"

"Shit, I called the wrong number just now. A sickly guy answered the phone, as if he had cancer."

"You didn't call the wrong number just now, I answered mine!"

“You have cancer?”

"I'm going to your mother!"

"That's right, that's right, this is my brother Han. Just now, my master called me from the government office and said that a small team would come from the capital and asked us in District 8 to prepare breakfast. My master asked me to come and find out if there is anything fishy going on."

Han Qian, who was lying on the sofa, sat up and rubbed his head weakly.

"If you hadn't mentioned it, I would have forgotten. The small team is Fu Dong. I'm not sure what they are going to do. He just went there to find out the cause of Lin Zongheng's death. It's no big deal."

Guan Junbiao nodded.

"Oh, then how do I tell my master?"

Han Qian tried to stand up but failed, so he took a deep breath.

"evolution!"

Guan Junbiao shouted on the phone.

"Greymon!"

Brothers always play some very childish games with each other. They are not worried about the other party calling them crazy, but they are afraid that the other party will call them stupid.

Hearing that there was no movement from Han Qian, Guan Junbiao whispered.

"I will pick you up?"

"I really need your help!"

"Compared to me being polite to your mother?"

After hanging up the phone, Guan Junbiao turned around and looked at Tu Xiao.

"Master, Qian'er said that the person who came was Fu Dong, and he said he was here to research the cause of Lin Zongheng's death. He said there was no need to worry."

Tu Xiao waved his hand to signal Guan Junbiao that he could leave.

Just as Guan Junbiao left, Cuicui came in, added some hot water to Tu Xiao's thermos cup, and then walked to the portrait of Tu Kun's mother to sweep the ashes. Tu Xiao held the thermos cup and sighed that this person had to accept his age.

Cuicui gently wiped the incense burner and smiled.

"Brother Gou is a really rare person."

Tu Xiao scolded angrily.

"What do you call me, Brother Dog?"

Cuicui smiled.

"He's old now, and he can't yell all the time. Besides, he seems to be more sober than anyone else in District 8."

After listening to this, Tu Xiao thought about it and sighed.

"Yes, in our District 8, the person who is closest to Han Qian is Guan Junbiao. He is also the closest person to Han Qian among all the people around him."

Cuicui smiled.

"That's right. The people who followed Han Qian are not only doing very well, but they are all doing pretty well. Look at him, he keeps calling his master all day long, but he doesn't have any other thoughts at all. You tell me, people have desires, so why doesn't he have any?"

Cuicui sat on the armrest of Tu Xiao's chair. Tu Xiao frowned and looked at her hand on his chest.

"What are you talking about? Just talk, why are you touching me so rudely?"

Cuicui frowned and smiled.

"I'm your wife, so I can't touch you? You're violating a woman's will, and that's illegal!"

"Ah!"

Tu Xiao sneered, put down the thermos, grabbed Cuicui's hand and placed it on her leg.

"Have I committed fewer crimes? I've committed murder, arson, robbery, and vandalism. I've also violated women's wishes. Don't always try to get involved in men's affairs. Biaozi has a good personality, so what? Isn't it okay for him to have no desires?"

Cuicui smiled.

"I'm just afraid that you might be narrow-minded. I'm asking you this from the side. If you have any messy thoughts, I'll have to comfort you and be a good wife."

Tu Xiao pouted again, and Cuicui bent down and whispered in Tu Xiao's ear.

"Stop pouting! If you do, I won't let you stay in the company any longer!"

Tu Xiao curled his lips.

"Leave me alone?"

"Go home and beat your son?"

"Cui Cui!"

The cry of "Cui Cui" expresses so much helplessness and sadness.

(End of this chapter)