After the divorce, the ex-wife became a creditor

The backrest of the sofa at home seems to be a decoration. The warm back is leaning on Han Qian's shoulders, and his legs are resting on the armrests of the sofa, swaying without rhythm. Every time he raises his legs, the legs of his pajamas will slip off, and then he uses the other one. My feet pushed my trouser legs back up, enjoying it endlessly.

There is a concept that Nuan Nuan and Yan Qingqing can never agree on.

Yan Qingqing really wants to sleep with Han Qian now. Such a long time is enough for her to get to know a person. For a macho man like Han Qian, once you give your body to him, he will definitely be responsible to the end.

Wen Nuan pays more attention to the companionship between two people. She is the woman who has the best chance to take off Han Qian's virginity hat, but Wen Wen doesn't do it. It's not that she doesn't dare, but she doesn't want to. This matter should come to remarriage. On that day, after the wedding.

This also made it difficult for Han Qian, maybe he was used to it.

Wen Nuan asked carelessly with a lollipop in his mouth.

"Brother Qian, do you like me?"

Han Qian, who was watching the "Slam Dunk" cartoon attentively, nodded slightly.

"like."

"Oh, then do you like Yan Qingqing?"

Han Qian turned his head and looked at Wen Nuan and said softly.

"Truth or lie?"

"It's a lie, just make it sound comfortable. Forget it, don't say it. With your personality, it's too difficult for you to tell me whether I like it or not. You will nag me and tell me so many great truths. It's annoying. It’s dead, oops! It’s so annoying!”

Seeing Wen Nuan on the side like a cat with exploded fur, Han Qian was a little scared and confused. Why did this happen suddenly?

In the three years they have been together, Han Qian has never understood the warmth of his character. This is not the first time that he makes himself angry, and it will not be the last time. Whenever he is like this, Han Qian If you are modest, you will suffer disaster.

Just when he thought of this, Wen Nuan was already sitting cross-legged next to Han Qian, glaring at Han Qian coldly and saying angrily.

"Why does Yan Qingqing like you!"

Han Qian was stunned, raised his hands and spoke aggrievedly.

"I do not know."

"Why are you going out to work!"

"We are getting divorced and I have to live."

"Why do you want to live?"

"Then you kill me, I won't live anymore!"

The next second, Wen Nuan pushed Han Qian down on the sofa. Han Qian tilted his head and watched the cartoon, letting Wen Nuan play nonsense. Then Han Qian felt something was wrong, and Nuan Wen stretched his hand along the vest, silky His little hand fell on Han Qian's chest.

At this moment, Han Qian was nervous and did not dare to move, and said in a trembling voice.

"Little white-eyed wolf, if you don't want to fight, just take your hands out!"

Now there is no lust in Han Qian's heart, everything is panic. The girl lying on him smiled, put a hand on Han Qian's shoulder and stood up slowly. The smile on the corner of his mouth made Han Qian's hair stand on end.

"Hey, brother Qian, watch your moves!"

After the words fell, Han Qian wailed from his mouth. He covered his chest with his hands and grinned in pain. He took out his warm and mean hands from his clothes and pinched a piece of Han Qian's chest hair with his thumb and index finger. Han Qian's hair was very thick. It's heavy, but only on the legs, but there are also a few roots growing on the two points on the chest. In the past, when it was too hot to cook in the kitchen in the summer, Han Qian would go without a shirt, and this was discovered by Wen Nuan.

Nuan Nuan wanted to pull out these tangled weeds many times. Han Qian was guarded day and night, and he put down his guard after the divorce. Who would have thought that this girl would never forget this matter.

Han Qian gritted his teeth and stared at Wen Nuan and whispered angrily.

"If you dare to pull out mine, I will pull out yours."

The warm hands gestured "yeah" and said with a naive smile.

"I don't!"

"Then let me see."

In fact, Han Qian really didn't think about those messy things in his mind. He was just angry for a moment. He sat up and looked at Wen Nuan's chest. Wen Wen was startled. He covered his chest with his hands, blushed and spat angrily.

"Rogue, shameless, perverted leader, don't come here!"

The scene that followed was very embarrassing. Wen Nuan's left foot was placed on Han Qian's chest, and his slender legs were stretched so much that Han Qian couldn't reach Wen Nuan every time he stretched out his hand. After a few experiments, Han Qian no longer embarrassed himself. , the pain in his chest also eased, and Han Qian simply stopped making trouble.

Just when Han Qian was about to give up, Nuan Nuan suddenly spoke.

"Short legs."

Han Qian got off the sofa, put on his slippers and walked over to Wen Nuan. Wen Wen instantly gave up, pulled the pillow and put it on his chest, and whispered pitifully.

"Husband~I was wrong."

Han Qian took a deep breath and said softly.

"You pressed the remote control."

"Um?"

Wen Nuan was stunned for a moment, then his face instantly turned gloomy and he said coldly.

"You came here to get the remote control?"

Han Qian nodded, Nuan Nuan's expression turned ugly again, and he continued.

"You just want the remote control?"

Han Qian was a little panicked when he nodded this time. Nuannuan stood up, picked up the pillow and threw it on Han Qian's body, saying angrily.

"I won't play with you anymore, straight man! Pure straight man! Go to hell."

"What happened again?"

Han Qian was really confused. Wen Nuan got up and walked to the stairs. After hearing Han Qian's words, he felt even more uncomfortable. You and I are acting coquettishly, but you only have eyes for the remote control? The more I thought about it, the more uncomfortable I felt. He turned around and looked at Han Qian with cold eyes and said coldly.

"Go downstairs."

"what?"

"Snowball fight!"

"I won't go, I'm tired!"

"I didn't ask for your opinion!"

Not long after, Nuan Nuan stood at the door waiting for Han Qian, dressed like a bun. Han Qian still didn't want to move and said softly.

"Stop playing around. You have to wash your clothes when they're dirty. It's too troublesome to wash winter clothes. Besides, you don't wash your clothes. I wash them every time. Even if you don't go to the dry cleaners, it's a bit late. , the one who went down to fight thought we were fools, and we are both so old. You are the vice president of Changxiang Group. If there are employees of your company in the community, it will be very troublesome. You’re right, so.”

Nuan Nuan stood at the door and said coldly.

"Have you nagging enough? If you have nagging enough, go downstairs and wait for death."

"I dont go."

"I'll fight with you. I'll go downstairs and bring the snow up."

Hearing that the warmth was going to harm the house, Han Qian got cold feet and went downstairs wearing cotton pajamas.

Wen Wen squatted in the snowdrift like a pink bun, rubbing the snowball seriously. Han Qian also pushed a snowball with a diameter of 20 centimeters seriously. Han Qian was not prepared at all to let Wen Wen He held the big snowball and walked towards Wen Nuan with a sneer on his lips. When he stood behind Wen Nuan and was about to throw the snowball, the smile on his lips disappeared.

The girl was wrapping snow on a red brick while muttering to herself.

"Sister is no longer as attractive as TV? Watch TV without looking at me! When you are hospitalized, sister will give you the COS Akagi Haruko, little Han Qian, just wait to die."

After saying that, Wen Nuan noticed someone behind him. He turned around and looked up and saw Han Qian with a naive smile. Han Qian also smiled. Then he saw Han Qian put the snowball on his head. He The one covered in snow sighed.

"Sister, are we risking our lives by playing snowball fights? Are you going to hit me with a brick?"

Nuan Nuan did not struggle with Han Qian on this matter. He threw away the turning head in his hand and looked at Han Qian who was covered with snow on the mountain. He put his hands behind his back and leaned forward slightly. He looked at Han Qian from bottom to top and squinted his eyes. smiled.

"Then do you want to see me play Haruko Akagi for you?"

"think."

"Then let me smash it."

"Then I won't watch it."

"You can wear black stockings."

"Can consider it."

"Let me smash it."

Han Qian turned around and suddenly stretched out his hand, picked up Nuan Nuan and walked towards the unit door, chattering as he walked.

"Smash me? Smash my butt. You've had fun and made a fuss. Go home and sleep!"

Warm symbolic resistance, as soon as he walked into the unit door, he encountered an old couple and a young couple coming out of the elevator. The neighbors that Han Qian had not seen since living here for so long should be a family.

Nuan Nuan couldn't see that the man was still struggling, and cursed Han Qian as a hooligan.

The atmosphere became weird. Han Qian wanted to walk into the elevator, but the four people in the elevator did not come out in a hurry. The aunt looked at Han Qian with cold eyes, and her posture seemed to indicate that she had no intention of giving way to Han Qian. The young man next to him shook off his girlfriend's hand and walked out of the elevator, standing behind Han Qian. The old man in the elevator sighed at this. He didn't seem to want to meddle in this matter.

The aunt frowned and said softly.

"Girl, if you have something to say, please tell me slowly. Xiao Kong, please stop me, otherwise you won't be able to marry my daughter."

The young man standing behind Han Qian chuckled softly.

"Don't worry, auntie, I've practiced before."

This obviously meant that Han Qian was regarded as a real gangster, so he put aside his warmth and smiled bitterly at the aunt.

"You misunderstood, she is my girlfriend, we were joking."

"No, no, no, it's not his girlfriend, I'm his ex-wife, and he's bullying me."

Seeing that the aunt rolled up her sleeves and was about to take action, Han Qian no longer expected warmth, so he quickly called the landlady. Not long after, the landlady and Li Jiawei ran to Xiao Lai on the stairs in their pajamas. After a long explanation, he believed Han Qian. Not a gangster.

After they left, the landlady slapped Han Qian on the shoulder and said angrily.

"Don't bully Xiaonuan. Why are you carrying someone else's back?"