Chapter 1463: If you don’t pay back the money at the age of 18, sue you
"If you are in a bad mood, let Li Dongsheng hit me?"
"Ah~yes."
Lin Zongheng called over, his tone was full of anger. Han Qian took a spoon and drank the soup, casually perfunctory Lin Zongheng. Lin Zongheng shouted nonstop as if he was bitten by a dog on the other side of the phone.
"The eyes were poked, the legs were broken, the tendons were picked, and you burned the villa for me. I have made many mistakes in my life, but it's not over?"
Han Qian ignored Lin Zongheng and picked up a piece of bitter melon and fed it to Wuyou. Wuyou looked at the bitter melon and hesitated for a long time before slowly opening his mouth. After the little girl chewed it for three seconds, her big eyes stared at Han Qian with suspicion, holding her mouth in pain.
This is all bitter and emoticons, that's so cute.
Han Qian laughed, and the next second Qian'er's mother's slap fell on the back of Han Qian's head.
"Go roll!"
Then Qian'er's mother reached out to Wuyou's mouth and said softly.
"Good Baoer, spit it out~"
Xiao Wuyou turned her head to look at her grandma, and then swallowed it with a difficult look on her face.
Lin Zongheng on the other side of the phone said suspiciously at the phone. "Han Qian, what are you doing? Are you dead?" Han Qian smiled.
"Where are having dinner with the child, what's wrong with the big guys slapping you twice? It hurts? You should burn incense when you let you live. Thank me. Don't play with your face every day. Do you want to bury them in the soil?" Lin Zongheng said oh and asked.
"Han Qian, I want to go to the capital to see my son."
"Your son doesn't know you, why are you looking at? Why are you so cheap? Don't look at it, you can ask your son to go to the mental hospital to see you, and! What is the reason why the Huacheng Group of Concubine Hua Guifei in Beijing has not moved?"
At this time, Qian Ling waved to Han Qian and signaled Han Qian to go out and say hello.
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 are not like a scattered coins. Why did I go to the mental hospital for Zhao Zhen? He was studying there, and Fu Dong would think you can teach Zhao Zhen something in exchange for harmony and survival in the three aspects of Huacheng, Liu family, and Chen family. So now I ask you, can I beat you up?"
"I feel much more comfortable."
Han Qian hung up the phone and then called Li Dongsheng. "Go, beat Lin Zongheng again." "Han Qian, I may have to go out. I want to see my parents." "You can go after the call. In a week, if you don't come back, I will pull down Chen Qiang's hair."
Hang the phone, Han Qian went back to continue teasing the child, Li Dongsheng turned his head and looked at Lin Zongheng.
"I'm sorry! For freedom."
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Cai Qinghu sat on the sofa and looked at the child and Han Qian. She understood the saying that when the child was not in danger, his father was the biggest danger in their lives.
Originally, Wuyouwuwei's two children were having a good time with Lingdang, but Han Qian insisted on going over and joining in the fun, but accidentally made Lingdang cry. Wuyouwuwei's two little girls hurriedly ran aside and bent down slightly to look at the helpless father.
Han Qian held the bell and kept coaxing him. It was not Han Qian who had stopped crying, but she was sleepy. Han Qian put down the bell and looked at Wuyouwu. The two little girls turned around and ran away.
Sighing, Han Qian walked towards Cai Qinghu and sighed. "Am I that scary? Come on, let's talk about life." Cai Qinghu narrowed his eyes and smiled at Han Qian. "My husband, I'm sleepy when I see the bell, and I'll sleep well~"
Cai Qinghu lay on the sofa, opened his eyes and glanced at Han Qian. At this time, Han Jia walked out and asked Han Qian if he had time to take him to the airport. If not, let Xu Hongchang go and see him off. Cai Qinghu handed the car key to Han Qian.
"You go."
I miss Han Qian, but I don't want to hear the ink traces in his ears.
Han Jia followed Han Qian out of the yard and looked at the black supercar parked at the door. Han Qian frowned, and Han Jia muttered in a low voice. "Lutus? My mother has changed the car again? Where is the R8 you gave?" Han Qian opened the car door and got in, turned around and looked at Han Jiayi, who was sitting in the passenger seat.
"Seat belt, your mother's R8-kilometer-long car is a bit too big, she is reluctant to drive it. She probably got such a thing to do for transportation? How much does this car cost?"
No mistakes, one song, one content, one book, one bar, one bar, one bar, one bar!
Han Jia put on his seat belt and glanced left and right. "More than one million? It's not expensive." Han Qian started the car and laughed.
"Is more than one million not expensive? Come on, tell me how much money you have made now? One dollar? Ten dollars? Who instilled you with the concept of more than one million not expensive? I am satisfied. I will take you to the airport. If I am not satisfied, you can go down and go to the airport by yourself." Han Jia glanced at Han Qian and raised his eyebrows. "Why do you think I won't make one million in the future?" "Brave is amazing. What does one million mean? In Binhai, the income of an ordinary couple is about 8,000 yuan. This is the combination of the income of the two. If you lose the mortgage and car loan, it will be calculated as 3,000 yuan. A month's living expenses are calculated as 3,000 yuan. If you get sick, you may spend a little more. It takes them fifty years to save 2,000 yuan a month." Han Jia looked out the window.
"Then why not choose a job with more income? Women don't say it, men, their low income is because they choose comfort and face. The office is easy to earn 5,000 yuan, and the per capita income of the Qinghai construction site has exceeded 10,000 yuan. Then the 10,000 yuan spent on family expenses and the wife's income will be saved, and the time will become very short."
Han Qian didn't say anything, and drove to the car wash. When the car went in, the boss of the car wash came over and said that they would not dare to wash such a car. Han Qian waved his hand and signaled that they would not have to worry about it, and picked up the mop and handed it to Han Jiayi. "A normal car washing costs twenty-five yuan. If you count the cleaning of the interior, it may be fifty. If you clean the interior, it will cost three hundred. Choose one by yourself. I will pay you twice the price when you are young." Han Jia frowned and looked at Han Qian and asked. "What if I don't wash the car?"
"Then no one dares to send you back to Qinghai today. If you want to resist, you must prepare your strength and foundation for resistance. Now I will deal with you. There is no place to sue you even if you complain. Be careful, don't make money for your mother's car, go!"
Han Qian looked at Han Jiayi cleaning the car seriously. Listening to this bastard scolding him, Han Qian didn't care. He had to oppress Han Jia, and let Han Jia know that it was not easy to make money, and made the child hate him even more.
The idea he instilled in Han Jiayi is never to use those children as their goals in life. There is nothing to be proud of if he wins them.
As a son, all you have to do is make your father think you are amazing and make your father think you are not as good as you, so that your life will be considered successful.
Maybe the Han family's education is too traditional and a little distorted, but he always believes that men should not always think about comfort in their lives. Human desires are infinite. The greater your desires, the greater your efforts and efforts you have to make.
"Wash the wheels of the car with a brush, don't think about fooling me. If you fool me, you can only put your suitcase and land in Qinghai. Don't fantasize about beautiful stories. Your brother Wei will go back to Qinghai with you."
Han Jia turned his head and looked at Han Qian, then picked up the spray gun and smashed it on the car glass. Han Qian was not angry and smiled with a squint.
"A glass counts as 100,000 yuan for you. I haven't returned it to me before I was 18 years old, so I'll sue you!"
(The end of this chapter)