Sun Yuhao has already read the consumption list just now.

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

Sun Yuhao didn't think that Peng Zhenhua was blackmailing them. After all, he had come across this complete set of tea sets. Both the teapot and the teacup were made in the same furnace, and the quality was exactly the same. More importantly, this set

The patterns on each tea set are related and can form a complete pattern.

Now one of them was broken by Han Li, just like a crack on a piece of precious blue and white porcelain. The rarity of this tea set is naturally greatly reduced.

Destroying one is equivalent to destroying a set.

Peng Zhenhua asked them to pay 80,000 yuan, which was not outrageous.

Of course, the most expensive thing is the bottle of collection-level famous wine.

That bottle alone cost more than 400,000 yuan.

If all these things are added up, wouldn’t it be more than 600,000?

Therefore, 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 wicked bitch, out to eat.

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

I would never live under the same roof as this weirdo.

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

Fortunately, Han Hai was sent to him in time, and the symptoms of alcohol poisoning were not serious. The doctor treated him for a while and gave him some medicine. After some sleep, he would probably be fine.

"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.

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

"My uncle is like this, and you didn't teach him." Qiu Mucheng glared at Ye Fan and said angrily.

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

"My uncle was making me drink, and I was drinking with him."

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

"Okay, shut up. When my mother, Feifei and the others come, prepare to be scolded." Qiu Mucheng also knew that Ye Fan was not to blame for this matter, and that Han Hai was responsible for everything.

But she knew what the use 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, it will be fine." Ye Fan smiled lightly, looking like he was breaking a jar, as if he didn't care at all about the upcoming abuse.

The room suddenly became quiet, 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 blowing gently outside the window.

Han Hai was still soundly asleep, and he would definitely not wake up until daybreak.

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

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

"That way, I don't have to endure my parents' scolding and endless quarrels."

"It's just the two of us, how nice."

Maybe she was really drunk. It was rare for Qiu Mucheng to reveal her heart to Mark like this.

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

"Huh? That's not good. Do you want my mother to scold you all day long?" Qiu Mucheng was a little sullen, thinking that Ye Fan, this bastard, was really ignorant, and he didn't appreciate it even if he was thinking about him.

"I'm not saying that, I'm saying that two are not good. It's better to have a few big fat boys. A wife and children will be on the bed, that's really good."
Chapter completed!