Ex-wife becomes creditor after divorce Season 2.

Chapter 1551 All Children
Four o'clock.

Before dawn, Wen Nuan began to put on her clothes and put on her shoes in the dark. She turned her head to glance at Yan Qingqing who was still sleeping, then walked out of the room with a chuckle.

She didn't know why she was laughing. Wen Nuan was always the girl who could heal her.

Mental exhaustion does not exist in her, and perhaps Wen Nuan is the one who lives the most soberly.

She opened the thermos and poured some hot water into it. Wen Nuan washed her face carefully in front of the mirror. She put facial cleanser on her hands and began to draw circles on her face, squinting at herself in the mirror.

"I'm the cutest, I'm the kindest, I'm the best!"

After washing her face, Wen Nuan didn't want to put on makeup. She went back to the room shaking her head, came to Yan Qingqing's head and tapped her forehead gently.

"Get up, you can't sleep until noon during the New Year."

Yan Qingqing closed her eyes and nodded. Wen Nuan turned and walked out of the door. She stood in the yard and looked inside through the window of the east room. Her father-in-law had already gotten up and gone somewhere. Qian'er's mother waved at Wen Nuan outside the window. Wen Nuan opened the window and was about to jump in. Qian'er's mother hurriedly tried to stop her, signaling Wen Nuan to go in through the door.

Wen Nuan sat on the edge of the kang, and Qian'er's mother combed her hair with a comb.

It seems that there will never be a war between the mother-in-law and the daughter-in-law in the Han family. Qianrang's mother always spoils all the children except Han Qian, and the girls in the family will not quarrel over trivial matters.

Qian'er's mother, who was combing her hair, looked at Wen Nuan in the mirror and smiled.

"So lovely."

Nuan Nuan chuckled.

"I think so too. Mom, how come I was born so beautiful?"

Qian'er's mother rubbed the warm head and smiled.

"I'll have to ask my father-in-law and mother-in-law how they gave birth to such a beautiful girl."

Wen Nuan smiled as Qian'er's mother combed her hair. She looked at her hairstyle in the mirror. The complicated yet gentle look made her suddenly feel a little unconfident. She turned her head to look at Qian'er's mother and whispered.

"Mom, doesn't this look too gentle? It doesn't look like me at all."

As they were talking, Yan Qingqing pushed the door open and walked in, took off her shoes, climbed onto the kang, hugged her mother-in-law and closed her eyes. Qian'er's mother hugged Yan Qingqing and smiled at her warmly.

"My little Wen Nuan is always so gentle. Qing Qing, why are you up so early?"

Yan Qingqing replied lazily with her eyes closed.

"Wen Nuan said we should get up early during the New Year."

Qian'er's mother hugged the girl in her arms and smiled.

"Hey, go to sleep if you're tired. You don't need to be busy during the New Year. Just have fun. I've told Han Qian and your dad that if anyone comes to our house, they can go to the gatehouse to chat and not come to the main room to disturb your rest. I told him about your second uncle coming a few days ago. Qingqing is great!"

Qian'er's mother kissed Yan Qingqing on the forehead, and Yan Qingqing hugged her mother-in-law and whispered.

"Mom, why do you treat me like a child? I'm not a fool like Wen Nuan."

Wen Nuan snorted proudly and skipped out of the door. Qian'er's mother hugged Yan Qingqing and rocked her gently, smiling.

"Because you are the children in your mother's eyes. Although you are a mother, in my eyes, you are like a girl in her teens. Qingqing, sleep a little longer. Wen Nuan slept during the day yesterday and went to bed early at night. She must be more energetic than you."

Yan Qingqing closed her eyes, and Qian'er's mother gently shook her body.

From a young age, I was told that I was the eldest sister, the boss, and that I should take care of my younger sisters, give way to my younger sisters, and help share the pressure of the family. Every time I felt wronged, I would be told that I was the eldest sister in the family and the boss, and that I should set an example for my younger sisters.

Qian'er's mother made up for the little bit that Yan Qingqing lacked in her heart. She always treated her as a child, and Yan Qingqing's temper was so cute in Qian'er's mother's eyes.

Perhaps except Han Qian, Qian'er's mother really feels sorry for every child around her.

There is no way to feel sorry for a child like Han Qian.

He would always leave himself with only a drop of blood.

Just like Han Qian at this moment, he was sitting on the kang with his hands on his hair, opposite him was Luo Shen who was looking up, and Aunt Ji was wiping Luo Shen's nose with a tissue.

The mischief early in the morning accidentally caused Luo Shen's nose to bleed.

Luo Shen raised her head, frowned and muttered softly.

"You abused me!"

Han Qian kept shaking his head.

"No, no, no!"

Luo Shen turned around, put on her shoes and went out, where she happened to meet an old man who had just returned from buying crabs. Seeing Luo Shen's red face, the old man's expression instantly turned gloomy.

Ten minutes later, Han Qian was taken by the old man to the iron couplets at the gate. Han Qian stood on a stool. The old man stood behind him, holding a willow branch in his hand, staring at Han Qian and asked.

"It's crooked, can't you see it? Are you blind?"

Han Qian turned his head to look at the old man, then glanced at the couplet and tilted his head. "No! It's not tilted!"

Snapped!
The willow branch fell on Han Qian's butt. Han Qian screamed in pain and turned his head angrily.

"What are you doing?"

The old man frowned.

"What's with the blood on Luoshen's face? Little Hanqian, why are you still hitting her? You are so lucky to have a wife in your life. The girl likes you and treats you well, but you still hit her?"

Han Qian scratched his head awkwardly and whispered to the couplet.

"This is indeed my fault. I accidentally lost control of my temper after we had a fight. I actively admit my mistake! Do you think I am wrong?"

The old man frowned while holding the willow branch.

"Why don't you talk back? I've never found a good reason to hit you."

"What reason do you need to hit me? I don't even need a reason to hit Han Jiayi."

"You hit my grandson?"

"Well, I play it three times a day. I play it for fun."

At seven o'clock in the morning, Han Qian's military coat was torn by the beating from the old man. He walked into the living room of the main house with his nose covered. Looking at Luo Shen with a paper ball stuffed in her nose, Han Qian put down his hand and grinned foolishly. Luo Shen snorted proudly.

After washing his face, Han Qian wiped his hands with a towel and nodded at Luo Shen.

"Lo Shen, we have to go out for a while."

Luo Shen stood up and nodded.

"Okay, I'm going to change clothes."

Luo Shen returned to her room, changed into a very decent set of clothes, and put on makeup. She took her bag and car keys and went out. Looking at Han Qian, who was still in his pajamas, Luo Shen frowned.

"You're not going to change your clothes?"

Han Qian lit a cigarette and shook his head.

"No need to change it. Let's go to the front door and check if the couplet is pasted crookedly."

Luo Shen was stunned and frowned.

"You just want me to go look at the couplet?"

Han Qian nodded.

"Hmm."

Luo Shen walked forward, stretched out her hand and grabbed Han Qian's ear, and recited the Three Character Classic in Han Qian's ear. Han Qian chuckled and slapped Luo Shen's butt, saying with a smile.

"Let's go, let's go look at the couplets. Let's go hand in hand."

Luo Shen was reluctantly dragged out of the door by Han Qian. As soon as she went out, she saw Ji Jing and Tong Yao standing at the gate. The two women were pinching their chins and looking at something.

I walked over and heard the nursery rhyme mumbling softly.

“It seems to be the other way around.”

Ji Jing nodded.

"Well, it's the other way around. Can you write couplets for children's rhymes?"

"I can't."

"Can you write calligraphy?"

"This will happen."

"I told you to write."

"Okay, you say."

"The first line says: 'One crutch shakes for one year,' and the second line says: 'One failure brings one wisdom,' and the horizontal line reads: 'Pharmacist Tong Lao Xie.'"

Tong Yao looked at Ji Jing and smiled with narrowed eyes.

"Well, you are absolutely right."

Tong Yao turned around, squatted on the ground, grabbed two balls of snow and rolled them in the mud, then turned to look at Ji Jing.

"Say, should I hit you in the face or stuff it in your underwear?"

(End of this chapter)