Sun Yuhao has already read the consumption list just now.

The teacup in Ye Fan's hand that Han Li broke was worth 80,000 yuan.

Sun Yuhao didn't think Peng Zhenhua was cheating them. After all, he had also come into contact with this kind of complete set of tea sets. Whether it is teapots or tea cups, they are burned from a stove, and the quality is exactly the same. What's more important is that the pattern on each set of tea sets is implicated and can form a complete pattern.

Now Han Li has broken one, just like a crack appeared on a rare blue and white porcelain. The rareness of this set of tea set is naturally greatly reduced.

Destroy one is equivalent to destroying one.

It was not outrageous for Peng Zhenhua to ask them to pay 80,000 yuan.

Of course, the most expensive one is the bottle of famous wine at the collection level.

That bottle alone reached more than 400,000.

These are a lot of things, isn’t it just over 600,000?

So, after seeing the consumption list, Sun Yuhao had no choice but to admit defeat.

But he secretly swore that even if he was beaten to death, he would never bring Han Li, a slut, out for dinner.

Even if he really marry Qiu Mucheng in the future, he will have to stay away from Han Li.

Never live under the same roof as this weirdo.

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 alcohol poisoning were not serious. The doctor treated it for a while and took some medicine. It was probably not a big deal if I had a sleep.

"Uncle, is he okay?"

In the ward, Qiu Mucheng was still accompanying her in front of the bed. Ye Fan walked up and asked with a chuckling.

"Hmph, you're still embarrassed to laugh."

"My uncle is like this, you are still fucked by you." Qiu Mucheng stared at Ye Fan and said angrily.

Ye Fan spread his hands, looking innocent: "Mu Cheng, you can't blame me for this."

"It's all my uncle who is pouring my wine, so I'm drinking with me."

"Who knew that my uncle was so tough that he could drink alcohol poisoning himself." Ye Fan shook his head and smiled.

"Okay, shut up. When my mother and Feifei and the others come, you are ready to be scolded." Qiu Mucheng also knew that this matter could not be blamed on Ye Fan, as Han Hai blamed it himself.

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

"Just scold me, I'm used to it anyway."

"As long as my wife understands me," Ye Fan smiled faintly, looking like he was throwing apart, as if he didn't care about the upcoming insult.

The room suddenly became quiet, and the dim light swayed faintly.

Qiu Mucheng was guarding the bed, while Ye Fan stood beside Qiu Mucheng against the table.

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

Han Hai was still asleep, and he would definitely not wake up before dawn.

There was a rare opportunity to be alone with Ye Fan. Qiu Mucheng dragged her cheeks that were red because of alcohol and sighed quietly.

"Ye Fan, how good it would be for you to say we have our own house."

"In that case, you don't have to endure your parents' scolding and quarrels all day long."

"How great is it just two of us."

Maybe she was really drunk, Qiu Mucheng rarely revealed her heart to Ye Fan like she is now.

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

"Hmm? What's wrong? Do you hope my mother scolds you all day long?" Qiu Mucheng was a little angry, thinking that Ye Fan is really ungrateful, and he is also thinking about him and he doesn't appreciate it.
Chapter completed!