Sun Yuhao has already read the consumption list just now.

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

Sun Yuhao didn't think that Peng Zhenhua was slandering them, after all, he had also come into contact with this complete set of tea sets. Whether it is a teapot or a teacup, it is all fired in a furnace, and the color is exactly the same, and more importantly, this set of tea sets, each of which has a pattern on it is implicated, which can constitute a complete pattern.

Now that it has been broken by Han Li, it is like a trace of crack on a precious blue and white porcelain, and the rarity of this set of tea sets is naturally greatly reduced.

Destroying one is equivalent to ruining a set.

Peng Zhenhua asked them to pay 80,000 yuan, which is not an outrageous thing.

Of course, the most expensive is still the bottle of vintage-grade wine.

That bottle alone reached more than 400,000.

Isn't this all added up to more than 600,000?

Therefore, after seeing the consumption list, Sun Yuhao could only admit it.

But he secretly swore that he would be killed in the future, and he would never take Han Li, a pen-wrenching girl, out to dinner.

In the future, even if he really marries Qiu Mucheng, he will have to stay away from this Han Li.

Definitely not living under the same roof as this kind of weirdness.

While Han Li and the 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, so the doctor treated it a little and gave him some medicine, and it was estimated that there would be no big problem after sleeping.

"Uncle, is he okay?"

In the ward, Qiu Mucheng was still accompanying her in front of the bed, Ye Fan stepped forward and asked with a chuckle.

"Hmph, you're embarrassed to laugh."

"My uncle is like this, and he wasn't poured by you." Qiu Mucheng glared at Ye Fan and said angrily.

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

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

"Who knew that my uncle was so rigid that he could drink himself to alcoholism." Ye Fan shook his head and smiled.

"Alright, shut up. When my mom and Fei Fei come, you're going 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.

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

"As long as my wife understands me." Ye Fan smiled faintly, looking like a broken jar, and didn't seem to care about the upcoming abuse.

There was a sudden silence in the room, and the dim light flickered faintly.

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

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

Han Hai is still asleep, and he will definitely not wake up if it is not dawn like that.

It was rare to have a chance to be alone with Ye Fan, Qiu Mucheng dragged the cheeks that were red because of alcohol, and sighed faintly.

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

"That way, you don't have to endure the scolding of your parents and the endless quarrels all day long."

"Just the two of us, how nice."

Maybe it's really drunk, Qiu Mucheng rarely opens his heart to Ye Fan like now.

Ye Fan listened, and the corners of his mouth suddenly sparkled with a smile: "Two people? I don't think it's good. ”

"Huh? What's wrong, do you want my mother to scold you all day long? Qiu Mucheng was a little angry, thinking that Ye Fan, this bastard, really didn't know what to do, and he didn't appreciate it for his sake.

"I'm not talking about this, I'm saying two bad. It's best to give birth to a few litters of big fat boys. Wife and children hot kang head, that's really good. ”