Ex-wife becomes creditor after divorce Season 2

Walking on the street holding hands with Aunt Ji, Ji Jing also drank some wine just now. Adhering to the concept of being law-abiding citizens, the two of them chose to take a walk.

Walking through the river in the park, Han Qian suddenly bumped into Ji Jing's shoulder.

"Aunt Ji, will you be angry if I bump into the river?"

Ji Jing tilted her head and thought for a moment, then nodded.

"I will be very, very, very angry~"

Looking at Ji Jing with bulging cheeks, Han Qian giggled, Ji Jing took Han Qian's hand and said weakly.

"Why do you have such a strange idea? But!!"

Han Qian smiled.

"but what?"

"I must be happy when you throw nursery rhymes into the river."

Han Qian couldn't stop laughing and whispered.

"The grudge between you two will never be resolved in this life, right?"

Ji Jing nodded.

"Yeah~ I can't solve it! Her bad intentions have disrupted all my life plans. Now Beloved can call me seven or eight times a day. Although she is my daughter, she still feels very annoyed, annoyed, and annoyed. Very annoying.”

"It's just annoying, why are you still reciting sutras? You're not going home!"

"Where to go?"

"Go to the hotel and get a room!"

"My eldest nephew, I like to stay in hotels."

The two of them were squatting on the side of the road, struggling. This place was still a little far away from Ji Jing's home. Han Qian suddenly smiled mischievously.

"Aunt Ji, there's no one around, hey hey hey!"

Ji Jing reached out and pinched Han Qian's lips, and Han Qian opened his arms and hugged Ji Jing.

"Let's go, take a taxi home and get into bed!"

At one o'clock in the night, Han Qian was leaning on the bedside. The small technologies and figures that Ji Jing had given Han Qian carefully in this room were destroyed by the warmth. Ji Jing was lying on the bed looking at her phone to choose clothes for Han Qian, her face was slightly flushed, and she swore respite.

It seems that his physical strength is a little exhausted.

Aunt Ji, who does not exercise, is relatively weak in physical strength.

Han Qian dialed Liu Shengge's number. The grandson answered the phone immediately and said irritably.

"Say, we're playing games."

Han Qian smiled.

"Why are you up late at night playing games? Don't stay up late and die suddenly. If you really die, I will definitely suffer from depression. Let me tell you something."

Liu Shengge stood up, walked to the balcony, lit a cigarette, and frowned.

"Needless to say, I'm going to call you at 3:30 to harm you! Your two killers have nothing to do with Lin Zongheng. They are most likely the work of remnants from back then, and they are just to cause some trouble and suspicion for the two of us. Haven’t you also seen Gotham?”

Han Qian stretched out his hand to hug Ji Jing, his right hand was precise and skillful, and he frowned.

"Both of us?"

Liu Shengge lowered his head and touched the scar on his chest and said calmly.

"I received an email from that bastard! Oh, how is it possible? Others don't know Lin Zongheng and we don't know each other? Think about it carefully, there is no one else but Niu Xiaohua'er, Han Qian, I don't If I remember wrongly, Lin Zongheng probably still had about 10% of Changxiang’s shares when he died. Who holds this share now?”

Han Qian turned his head and looked at Ji Jing, who whispered.

"I heard Nuan Nuan said that no one has touched this share, it is just hanging in the company."

Liu Shengge curled her lips after hearing this.

"Hurry up and clean up Binhai. Now Binhai is in a mess and you are playing in a low-level manner. I am too lazy to go there! I will help whoever loses."

Han Qian frowned.

"Are you fucking sick? Just go get treatment? Then give birth to the baby."

"Go away, I have pure love! I'm not this crazy dog ​​with no bottom line, hang up!"

At three o'clock in the morning, Han Qian was sitting on the coffee table outside the balcony, smoking a cigarette and drinking tea, sighing softly.

"Life is mostly unsatisfactory!"

At three o'clock in Beijing, Liu Shengge climbed out of the swimming pool. As soon as the sleepy Han Jia walked to the edge of the swimming pool, he closed his eyes and took off his pants.

Wow!

Liu Shengge squinted at Han Jiayi, the corners of his eyes twitching slightly.

This is definitely not the first time this traitor has done this.

"You have no classes tomorrow. Please clean up the swimming pool for me."

Han Jia turned his head to look at Liu Shengge and rubbed his eyes.

"Dad, why don't you go to bed and go to the bathroom with me?"

"Our swimming pool is your toilet? Your dad and I can't sleep. I miss you Uncle Lin, Jiayi!"

"Nine times out of ten, life will be unsatisfactory. Dad, I'm going to bed! I'm going to go out with some friends tomorrow morning."

"I got it, be safe and go to bed. If you don't want to use your little treasury, just swipe your father's credit card. Don't be too petty! I'm not satisfied with your performance in Binhai, Jiayi! I'm talking to your father."

Han Jiayi has left.

Too nagging.

Liu Shengge took a deep breath, then gritted his teeth and jumped into the swimming pool to open the water valve.

Oh shit!

What do I dislike about my son?

Han Qian is cleaning up his room in Binhai.

Liu Shengge was cleaning the swimming pool in Beijing.

It may be that the little interest that was just ignited has suddenly been cut off, and you will feel a little sad in your heart.

At the Binhai train station, Qian Ling looked at Tong's parents walking out of the station carrying large and small bags. She moved her fingers to Ah Da and Si next to her, and the two of them trotted forward and took it from Tong's parents. The package, the child’s father stepped forward and smiled.

"My mother-in-law, why did you come to pick her up so late? Xiao Qian was always nagging you when he was in Sichuan, so you have to take care of yourself!"

Qian Ling narrowed her eyes and smiled.

"If it were anyone else, I wouldn't pick it up, but my parents-in-law are here, so I have to pick it up."

Qian Ling drove the car herself, with the child's mother sitting in the passenger seat and her father sitting in the back seat and smiled.

"This car is great. It can only seat two people in the back! Xiao Qian'er called me and asked me to come to Binhai. What happened?"

Qian Ling smiled bitterly.

"To tell the truth, I'm embarrassed to say it! I'm not around this kid Xiao Qian."

The child's father frowned and smiled bitterly.

"Which parent is it again? The snobbish one from the Yan family?"

Qian Ling shook her head.

"No, it's Shi Ci's parents. It's useless even if I talk about this kind of thing in a lavish way. Xiao Qian'er's biological mother is fine at home, but she will still be a little nervous when she goes outside, so there is nothing that can be done about it, but the Yan family is indeed here Binhai, that old Shanghai guy from the capital is also here, I don’t know if it’s been discussed or something, eh?”

Qian Ling frowned. Ada, her bodyguard who had been protecting her for more than ten years and almost twenty years, suddenly acted without authorization. The black Mercedes-Benz suddenly accelerated in front and disappeared into the traffic. Qian Ling took out her mobile phone and dialed Ada's number. .

"Um?"

"Madam, I'm going to kill two people! I saw the two bald heads who killed the second one."

After the words were finished and the phone was hung up, Qian Ling frowned and thought for a while before Tong's father whispered.

"Is something wrong? Can I help you?"

Qian Ling shook her head.

"Can't help."

Then he slowed down and shouted to the car behind him.

"Ah San, go chase the boss."

The third child's Mercedes-Benz sped away. Qian Ling frowned and thought for a long time with confusion in her head. After arriving at the villa, Qian Ling frowned and looked at the bright sky. After struggling for a long time, she still decided to fight Han Qian. A phone call.

"Come here and analyze Lao Er's death for me."

It's been a year, and Qian Ling still doesn't know why her second son died, or even who sent someone to kill him.

I just knew that the second brother called to tell me that he had the whereabouts of the young master, and then lost contact. When the body was found, there was a blurry photo on the phone, showing two bald heads with roses and peonies embroidered on their heads.

At five o'clock, Han Qian appeared in the living room of Qian Ling's house. Looking at Tong's father sitting on the sofa, Han Qian was slightly surprised.

"Old man, why didn't you tell me? I'll pick you up!"

The child's father chuckled.

"You're busy. I don't have anything to do. I'm not old enough anymore. I'll communicate with the other person's parents about the poem. You can deal with the business first."

Han Qian groaned, bent down, picked up a grape and stuffed it into his mouth. Qian Ling frowned.

"Another night of no sleep? No one can control you if you don't eat or sleep. Xiaoqian, you know about the death of your second child, right?"

Han Qian nodded.

"I know! I haven't seen my second brother since I came back. I asked Qian Wan before and said that there was an accident while looking for me."

Qian Ling took out two photos and placed them on the coffee table.

"Take a look!"

Han Qian was stunned when he picked up the photo and tilted his head.

"Auntie, how do you know that I was assassinated by them?"

"Um?"

"Um?"

A trace of confusion flashed in the eyes of both Qian Ling and Tong's father, and then Qian Ling felt her body tremble a little and screamed.

"What? Did they two assassinate you?"

A scream woke up Qian Wan, and Han Qian nodded with a cute expression.

"Yeah, just a few days ago when I was in the mountain behind the temple, I was poisoned by snake venom. If I could kill one in thirty seconds, I would be able to break my rule of not killing people. But it failed~ I will fight tonight The two of them met, Cui Li started fighting with them, it didn't feel good, my dog ​​brother can hit two bald heads with one hand."

"They both killed the second child."

Han Qian, who originally had a somewhat relaxed look on his face, was stunned, and the corners of his eyes twitched.

"Are you kidding...I played with my second brother a few times when I retired. At that time, Cui Li would have to suffer a loss if he tried to fight with him. Auntie, I know you want to force me to kill someone, but..."

"Ada and Asan have already gone after them."

Han Qian's scalp was slightly numb, and he turned around and left.

"Brother, you can't fight! Auntie, give me the phone! I've fallen into a trap."

A few seconds later, a dark green Kawasaki H2 roared past the main entrance of the villa with the accelerator pumping. Qian Wan rubbed his eyes and walked downstairs. He looked at the leaving motorcycle, and the pupils of his eyes slowly became larger.

"Brother!!! My motorcycle! It just arrived last night! I haven't ridden it yet! Girl, my brother..."

Qian Ling frowned.

"When you went out with your brother last night, you saw two bald guys with tattoos on their heads?"

Qian Wan nodded.

"I saw it! Cui Li even started to fight with them. Girl, where did my brother go to play?"

Qian Ling's face grew colder and she pointed at Qian Wan and cursed angrily.

Qian Wan looked confused after being scolded and frowned.

"You can scold me! But you have to tell me why I'm being scolded first!"

Qian Ling became even more angry. She stood up, picked up the feather duster and hit Qian Wan on the butt. Qian Wan screamed.

"What are you doing?"

"I'm used to it! I'm used to it! I'm used to it! It's just that Han Qian and Su Liang are too used to you."

At this time, Han Qian was riding his motorcycle and calling Ada over and over again.

Fell into a trap!

Damn it, Han Qian now understands that the two bald heads in the temple mountain did not have any murderous intentions towards him. They were hanging around under their noses at night, killing the second son, and now they are going to attack the boss. The two of them have no intention of killing him. The effect is not to kill people, but to cover Han Qian like two dark clouds, leaving Han Qian no time to relax and let Han Qian worry about these things.

Their plan is to exhaust Han Qian to death!

But Niu Xiaohuaer definitely doesn’t have such a brain!

squeak!

The motorcycle stopped in the middle of the road and the phone went through.

"Third brother, are you there..."

"Oh! Your third brother seems to be unable to speak now! Han Qian, there are many foreigners around you, Dongcheng warehouse, you were hanged here by Feng Lun, you should know, wait for you, um... fifteen Kilometers, ten minutes is enough, right?”

I don't know who this voice is.

After hanging up the phone, Han Qian took a deep breath, lowered his hair and sent two text messages.

Early in the morning! Downtown! Fifteen kilometers! ten minutes!

The Kawasaki H2 roared, and the front wheel flew into the air like a green sword. It started to go into the wind. The wind coming in the opposite direction seemed to tear Han Qian's face apart.

Han Qian's heart was gloomy to the lowest point. There is someone behind this bullshit Feng Lun and bullshit Chen Qiang!

The miscarriage of nursery rhymes, my own amnesia.

What about Chen Qiang and Feng Lun? They are all pawns and they are being manipulated. Feng Lun foolishly thought that his plan had gone awry!

Niu Xiaohua has this brain, I will fucking eat this motorcycle.

The traffic police rider with red and blue flashing lights looked at the green motorcycle whizzing by, and followed it without any hesitation. A traffic police knight looked at the ninety on the speedometer. When he looked up again, the green motorcycle had disappeared.

Downtown!

Ninety steps!

The traffic police knight panicked and shouted quickly into the intercom.

"Open the way, open the way! Brother Qian'er must be faster than 160! There's no way he can keep up!"

The captain of the traffic police brigade gritted his teeth and shouted.

"It's still early, turn on the warning light, damn! This time our traffic police team's facilities are sponsored by Changxiang and Honor, let us go all the way, damn! What's wrong! What? Li Shaoqi's call? Don't answer it ! Tell me that Binhai’s surname is not Li even after he died!”

In the warehouse in Dongcheng, Rose Flower's bald head squatted on the ground, stirring a basin of cement.

Ah Da and Ah San were hung from the beam.

Toyosuke was tied to a chair covered in blood. At this time, Toyosuke was unconscious.

He is the stupidest and the one who most hopes to dedicate his life to Han Qian.

Toyosuke thought that Han Qian would solve the trouble, and didn't want Han Qian to be stared at by these guys. After he learned that it was Niu Xiaohua'er, he secretly went to kill the woman, but his whereabouts were also guessed by the other party.

When Ah Da and Ah San rushed over, Toyosuke was already lying on the ground.

Rose's bald head stirred the cement and turned to look at the woman standing in the distance.

"Sister Hua, please go first! We will still be here today."

The woman shook her head.

"No! Han Qian's father can't come. Ding Peng has changed his appearance to seek revenge on that old madman. Now there is no one around Qian Ling and Uncle Zhong can't come. Guan Dagou just fell asleep drunk, Liu Shengge is not in Binhai, Chen Qiang and the others The play is too low-level! We need to add some spice to Binhai! Binhai will only have one master, Zhou Le and Li Shaoqi are not worthy, not worthy!"

As he finished speaking, there was the roar of motorcycles outside, and a green motorcycle rushed in.

White short head, eye sockets and chest, right arm.

Han Qian hooked his hand at the bald head of the rose.

"Come on! Fight quickly!"

Rose Flower's bald head smiled at Han Qian. At this time, Niu Xiaohua stepped forward, took out a black pistol, pointed it at Han Qian, and said coldly.

"Han Qian, today I have to let you experience what it means to lose someone close to you, and let Qian Ling also recall the feeling of losing a loved one. She was the one who killed my Uncle Lin!"

After saying that, Niu Xiaohua turned the muzzle of her gun, pointed it at Ah Da who was hanging in mid-air, and pulled the trigger.

boom!

boom!

boom!

boom!

Ada grinned at Han Qian.

"The boss is worried that you will act nonsense, so he specially asked us to protect you."

Blood flowed from the corners of his mouth, and this time he spoke not French, but poor Binhai dialect.

Ada gave Han Qian one last smile, then weakly lowered his head.

Han Qian's pupils gradually shrank, and then he punched Niu Xiaohua's throat.

The killer is here!