All these things add up, isn't it more than 600,000?

Therefore, after seeing the consumption list, Sun Yuhao could only admit that he was dead.

But he swore secretly that even if he was beaten to death in the future, he would never take Han Li out for dinner again.

Even if he really married Qiu Mucheng in the future, he would have to stay far away from Han Li.

Never live under the same roof as this kind of weirdness.

But when Han Li and others were trapped in Haiyuan Pavilion, Ye Fan went to the hospital to accompany Qiu Mucheng.

Fortunately, Han Hai sent it in time, and the symptoms of alcoholism were not serious. The doctor treated him a little bit and gave him some medicine. After a night of sleep, he should be fine.

"Uncle, is he okay?"

In the ward, Qiu Mucheng was still accompanying her by the bed, Ye Fan stepped forward and asked with a light smile.

"Hmph, you still have the nerve to laugh."

"You forced my uncle to behave like this." Qiu Mucheng glared at Ye Fan and said angrily.

Ye Fan spread his hands with an innocent look on his face: "Mucheng, you can't blame me for this."

"It's my uncle who's drinking me, and I'm drinking with him."

"Who knew that Uncle is so rigid, he can drink himself to the point of alcohol poisoning." Ye Fan shook his head and smiled.

"Okay, you shut up. When my mother and Feifei come, you are ready to be scolded." Qiu Mucheng also knew that Ye Fan could not be blamed for this matter, everything was Han Hai's own fault.

But she knew what was the use, as long as it was Han Hai who was lying here now, then Ye Fan would inevitably be scolded.

"If you scold, just scold, I'm used to it anyway."

"As long as my wife understands me." Ye Fan smiled lightly, looking like a broken can, as if he didn't care about the upcoming abuse.

The room was suddenly quiet, and the dim lights flickered faintly.

Qiu Mucheng stood by the bed, while Ye Fan leaned against the table and stood beside Qiu Mucheng.

Neither of them spoke, only the wind outside the window was blowing gently.

Han Hai was still fast asleep, so he definitely wouldn't wake up before dawn.

It was a rare chance to be alone with Ye Fan, Qiu Mucheng dragged her cheeks that were flushed from alcohol, and sighed faintly.

"Ye Fan, you said it would be great if we had a house of our own."

"That way, you don't have to endure scolding from your parents and quarreling all day long."

"Just the two of us, how nice."

Maybe she was really drunk, it was rare for Qiu Mucheng to show her heart to Ye Fan like this.

Ye Fan listened, and a smile suddenly appeared on the corner of his mouth: "Two people? I don't think so."

"Huh? That's not good, do you want my mother to scold you all day?" Qiu Mucheng was a little sullen, thinking that this bastard Ye Fan really doesn't know what's good, and he doesn't appreciate it because he is thinking of him.

"I'm not talking about this, I'm saying that two are not good. It's better to have a few litters of big fat boys. It's really good if the wife and children are hot on the bed." JrNovels.com