Ex-wife becomes creditor after divorce Season 2.

Chapter 1463 I will sue you if you don't pay back the money at the age of

"You let Li Dongsheng beat me because you're in a bad mood?"

"Ah, yes."

Lin Zongheng called, his tone full of anger. Han Qian drank soup with a spoon and answered Lin Zongheng casually. Lin Zongheng on the other end of the phone kept howling as if he was bitten by a dog.

"You poked my eyes, broke my legs, picked my tendons, and burned down my villa. I've made a lot of mistakes in my life, but this is not the end?"

Han Qian ignored Lin Zongheng and picked up a piece of bitter melon to feed Wuyou. Wuyou looked at the bitter melon and hesitated for a long time before slowly opening her mouth. After the little girl chewed it for three seconds, her big eyes stared at Han Qian with suspicion, her mouth pursed and her face full of pain.

This is so miserable that it can be made into an emoticon, it's so cute.

Han Qian laughed out loud, and the next second Qian'er's mother slapped Han Qian on the back of the head.

“Roll, roll, roll!”

Then Qian'er's mother put her hand to Wuyou's mouth and spoke softly.

"Good boy, spit it out~"

Xiao Wuyou turned his head to look at his grandmother, then swallowed it with difficulty.

Lin Zongheng on the other end of the phone spoke suspiciously into the phone.

"Han Qian, what are you doing? Are you dead?"

Han Qian smiled.

"I was eating with my child. What's wrong with a grown man slapping you twice? Did it hurt? You should burn incense and thank me for letting you live. Don't show off every day. Do you want to be buried in the ground like them?"

Lin Zongheng said "oh" and then asked.

"Han Qian, I want to go to the capital to see my son."

"Your son doesn't even recognize you, what are you looking at? Why are you so mean? Don't look at him anymore. You can ask your son to go to the mental hospital to see you. Also! Do you know why Beijing Imperial Concubine Hua's Huacheng Group has not moved?"

At this time, Qian Ling waved at Han Qian, signaling Han Qian to go out and talk.

Han Qian stood up and walked out of the living room, sat at the door and lit a cigarette, and Lin Zongheng spoke.

"Because of Zhao Zhen?"

Han Qian nodded.

"Well, you don't look like a spendthrift. Why did I send Zhao Zhen to a mental hospital? He is studying there. Fu Dong will think that you can teach Zhao Zhen something in exchange for the harmony and survival of Huacheng, Liu and Chen families. So now I ask you, is it okay for me to beat you up?"

"I feel much better."

Han Qian hung up the phone and then called Li Dongsheng.

"Go and beat up Lin Zongheng again."

"Han Qian, I may have to go out for a while. I want to go see my parents."

"You can go after the fight. If you don't come back in a week, I'll pluck all of Chen Qiang's hair."

After hanging up the phone, Han Qian went back to continue playing with the child, and Li Dongsheng turned his head to look at Lin Zongheng.

"I'm sorry! For freedom."

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Cai Qinghu sat on the sofa looking at the child and Han Qian. She understood the saying that when the children are not in danger, their father is the biggest danger in their lives.

Originally, the two children Wuyou and Wuyou were having fun with Lingling, but Han Qian insisted on going over to join in the fun, and ended up accidentally making Lingling cry. The two little girls Wuyou and Wuyou hurriedly ran to the side, slightly bent over and looked at their father who had a bewildered look on his face.

Han Qian held Lingling and kept coaxing her. Lingling stopped crying not because Han Qian had coaxed her, but because she was too sleepy and fell asleep. Putting Lingling down, Han Qian looked at Wuyou and Wuyou, and the two little girls turned around and ran away.

Sighing, Han Qian walked towards Cai Qinghu and sighed, "Am I that scary? Come, let's talk about life."

Cai Qinghu smiled at Han Qian with narrowed eyes.

"Husband, I see Lingling is sleeping and I am sleepy too, I want to take a nap too~"

Cai Qinghu lay on the sofa, opened his eyes and glanced at Han Qian. At this time, Han Jiayi walked out and asked Han Qian if he had time to take him to the airport. If not, he would let Xu Hongchang take him. Cai Qinghu handed the car keys to Han Qian.

"Go ahead."

I miss Han Qian, but I don’t want to listen to him talking nonsense.

Han Jiayi followed Han Qian out of the yard. Looking at the black supercar parked at the door, Han Qian frowned and Han Jiayi muttered softly.

"Lotus? My mom changed her car again? Where's the R8 you gave her as a gift?"

Han Qian opened the car door and got in, then turned around and looked at Han Jiayi who was sitting in the passenger seat.

"Seat belts, your mother's R8 has a lot of mileage, and she doesn't want to drive it anymore, so she probably got this thing to get around? How much does this car cost?"

Han Jiayi fastened his seat belt and looked around.

"More than a million? That's not expensive."

Han Qian started the car and laughed.

"Over a million isn't expensive, right? Come on, tell me how much money you've made now? One dollar? Ten dollars? Who taught you that over a million isn't expensive? If I'm satisfied, I'll take you to the airport. If I'm not satisfied, you can get out and walk to the airport on your own."

Han Jia glanced at Han Qian and raised his eyebrows.

"What makes you think I won't make a million in the future?"

"You're quite good at bragging. What does one million mean? In Binhai, the average income of a couple is about eight thousand. This is the combined income of the two of them. After deducting the mortgage and car loan, it's three thousand. The monthly living expenses are three thousand. If they get sick, they may spend a little more. Assuming they can save two thousand a month, it will take fifty years to get one million."

Han Jiayi looked out the window.

"Then why not choose a job with more income? Women don't say it, but men do. Their low income is because they choose comfort and face. An office worker can easily earn 5,000 yuan, and the average income of a construction site in Qinghai has exceeded 10,000 yuan. If he uses the 10,000 yuan for family expenses and his wife saves all her income, time will become very short."

Han Qian didn't say anything and drove to the car wash. When the car went in, the owner of the car wash came over and said that they didn't dare to wash this kind of car. Han Qian waved his hand to indicate that they didn't need to worry about it, and picked up the mop and handed it to Han Jiayi.

"A normal car wash costs twenty-five dollars, maybe fifty if you include cleaning the interior, and three hundred for a detailed wash. You choose which one you want. Since you're younger, I'll pay you double the price."

Han Jia frowned and looked at Han Qian and asked.

“What if I don’t wash the car?”

"Then no one will dare to send you back to Qinghai today. If you want to resist, you must be prepared with the strength and background to resist. Now I will deal with you, and you will have nowhere to complain. Be careful and don't scratch your mother's car. Go!"

Han Qian held a cigarette in his mouth while watching Han Jiayi washing the car attentively. He listened to this bastard scolding him, but Han Qian didn't care. He had to oppress Han Jiayi and let Han Jiayi know that making money is not easy, and make this kid hate him.

The idea he instilled in Han Jiayi was never to make those kids the goal of life, and there was nothing to be proud of if he beat them.

As a son, what you have to do is to make your father think that you are great and make him think that he is not as good as you. Only then can your life be considered a success.

Perhaps the Han family's education was too traditional and a little distorted, but he always believed that men should not always think about comfort in their lives. Human desires are infinite, and the greater your desires, the greater the effort and dedication you have to make.

"Brush the wheels clean. Don't try to fool me. If you do, you will end up in Qinghai with the car in your suitcase. Don't dream of a beautiful story. Your brother Wei will go back to Qinghai with you."

Han Jiayi turned his head and looked at Han Qian, then picked up the spray gun and smashed it on the car window. Han Qian was not angry, but smiled with narrowed eyes.

"I'll charge you 100,000 for one piece of glass. If you don't return it to me before you turn 18, I'll sue you!"

(End of this chapter)