Ex-wife becomes creditor after divorce Season 2

Qian Wan and Yao Xue were both in the hospital when Bai Tao sent Han Qian to the hospital.

Looking at Dongyang Jie, who was lying on the bed with a quilt covering his face, Han Qian took a deep breath while covering his face.

"What happened? Who did he fight with? I'll go over and break his legs now!"

Dongyang Jie whispered, "Do you want to take your uncle?" Han Qian frowned.

"Do you want to take your aunt? I'm asking you to talk now! Who!"

Han Qian felt that his body temperature had risen, and now he could steam when he poured some water on himself.

Dongyang Jie showed half of his head, and with a bandage wrapped around his head, he blinked at Han Qian and whispered.

"Aniki, I'm really fine."

Qian Wan, who was standing by, frowned with her arms around her chest.

"Brother, don't ask. He doesn't even know who hit him. He was walking on the street when he was suddenly hit by a club and then sent here. There was no surveillance on the street at that time, so he didn't know who hit him!"

Han Qian felt a lump in his chest. It was wrong to stand there and raise his hand, and it was wrong to put his hand down. He turned his head to look at the vase beside him and punched it. At this time, Yao Xue shouted.

"Brother Qian, forty-five!"

The fist stopped about ten centimeters away from the vase. Han Qian slapped his thigh in anger.

In the end, Han Qian still couldn't bear to smash the forty-five yuan vase. He pointed at Dongyang Jie and couldn't curse him. He was lying here.

Leaving the ward, Han Qian staggered on the chair and looked at the ceiling.

He was so angry that he was not feeling well.

The more he thought about it, the angrier he got. Han Qian walked into the doctor's office.

"Come on, give me some euthanasia. Damn it, I've lived enough."

The doctors comforted him well, and soon the psychologists were invited.

After listening to Han Qian's experience and troubles, the psychologist said he was going to see a psychologist before leaving the ward. This was too annoying.

If Han Qian was more mature as Sun Zhengmin said, he would have been tortured to death.

There was Feng Lun in front, and Lin Zongheng, Liu Shengge, Chen Qiang, Chen Lei, and Li Shaoqi in the back. A normal person would have been tortured to death by the first Feng Lun.

How did he live this fucking life?

Walking out of the hospital, Han Qian felt that the air was bitter. He felt a buzzing pain in his head after walking a few steps. He squatted in the corner at the entrance of the hospital and took out his mobile phone to call the old Taoist priest.

"Grandpa God~"

"Unlucky grandson~"

The old Taoist priest was still as frivolous as ever. Han Qian covered his head and whispered.

"I want to ask how powerful you are? Can you help me revive someone?"

There was silence on the other end of the phone. After a long time, the old Taoist priest took a deep breath.

"Han Qian, I didn't expect that you would find out this secret. I won't hide it from you. I am the reincarnation of the legendary Emperor Ziweixing. Not only can I revive people, I can also turn back time!"

Han Qian frowned slightly.

"Are you kidding me?"

The old Taoist said in a low voice.

"Didn't you joke with me first? How can I revive you if you are dead? If I had this ability, would I still let you bully me? I will kill you more than ten times a day, and I will revive you more than ten times to relieve my hatred."

After calling the old Taoist, Han Qian was in a worse mood.

Now Lin Zongheng was buzzing in his ears like a fly. What's more annoying is that when he was about to hit him, he flew up again and couldn't reach him.

Sitting on the steps and lighting a cigarette, Han Qian simply lay down on the steps. He called Lin Zongheng but he didn't answer. While lying down, Han Qian saw a familiar guy parked his car on the road not far away.

There were only two bald men in Binhai. Han Qian did not stand up when he saw this guy. He dared to come because he was fully prepared. Han Qian did not want to continue arguing with Sun Zhengmin at this time.

He simply ignored him.

The two sides were deadlocked for about twenty minutes. Li Guangxi drove away. Han Qian stood up and walked into the hospital. He did not go to see Dongyang Jie but went directly to see the doctor for his waist. Just when the doctor was massaging, Han Qian received a call from Song Jing.

"Manager Song?"

Song Jing said softly.

"Yeah, Han Qian, do you have time? Come to the company. Just now a bald man sent a package to you and said it was for you. I must call you to open it."

Han Qian stood up suddenly and frowned.

"No eyebrows, right? Don't touch this package now, wait for me to come over!"

Now Lin Zongheng began to focus on those people around Han Qian who were not very close but very familiar.

These people did not get involved in anything between Han Qian and him, but Lin Zongheng knew Han Qian. It was this innocent person who was implicated because of him. Han Qian had a hurdle in his heart for the rest of his life.

Han Qian hurried to the HR department of Honor, and Song Jing pointed at the package on the table.

"I didn't dare to move. I asked the people in the department to go out and do other things. I didn't dare to say it was unsafe, for fear that someone would panic."

Han Qian took a deep breath.

"Next time, don't accept things that are unclear or incomprehensible. You go out first!"

Song Jing stood up and walked out of the HR department. Han Qian took a look at the package and walked forward to violently open it.

As a result, a toy bomb model appeared in Han Qian's sight. Han Qian picked up the card and opened it to take a look.

[Don't be too lax. I'll give you a real one next time! ]

Looking at the toy bomb in front of him, Han Qian pouted. The moment he reached out to pick up the bomb, flour sprayed out of it, spraying Han Qian's face accurately.

Han Qian nodded, then roared angrily.

"I'm going to fuck your mother!"

In Yang Lan's office, Yang Lan wiped the flour off Han Qian's face with a towel. Han Qian's mouth twitched in anger, and Yang Lan said softly.

"Why are you so angry~"

Han Qian didn't want to talk. After Yang Lan wiped Han Qian's face carefully, he still felt unclean. He wanted to drag Han Qian to the bathroom to wash his hair, but he was worried about Han Qian's waist.

Five minutes later, Han Qian was lying on the table in the general department. Yang Lan took a basin of water and washed his hair like a child.

Qin Xue happened to come to the General Department to get information, looked at Yang Lan and smiled.

"This guy, you just have to wait for him to eat. Han Qian, your waist hasn't healed yet?"

Han Qian still didn't want to talk, so Qin Xue took a photo and sent it to the executive group. After a while, half of the glory executives came over to watch Han Qian. Wang Shushan rolled up his sleeves and stepped forward.

"Come on, come on, let me give it a try. I have been washing my grandson's hair every day recently, and I will try it on him today too!"

Han Qian gritted his teeth and said.

"Get out!"

Wang Shushan didn't listen to Han Qian at all and started rubbing his hands.

"Han Qian! Are you licking noodles in Heavenly Palace? Tell me, has the lock burned out? Have you eaten all the rice?"

Han Qian closed his eyes and said calmly.

"Don't force me to beat you up and resign in a loud voice. My mood is extremely bad now. You guys should be more careful recently. Someone is studying me. I'm worried that they are studying you, Song Jing, Qin Just be careful like you two. Wang Shushan doesn’t need to worry about it. He will die when he is quite old. When the time comes, you, Gululu~"

Wang Shushan took a small water cup and poured water into Han Qian's mouth. Han Qian stood up and glared at Wang Shushan.

"Are you sick?"

Wang Shushan chuckled.

"Just vent it out. If you really feel uncomfortable, just give me a good beating."

Han Qian sighed.

"I can't do it."

"You didn't beat me like this back then."

"Weren't you young and ignorant back then?"

At this time Yang Lan handed the phone to Han Qian.

"Qian'er, you might have to go and get busy. Something happened over there in Li Yang."

Han Qian got up and ran. He went out and took Qin Xue's car keys with one hand. He went downstairs and started the car and headed straight for Glory. When he passed the traffic light and was about to brake, Han Qian discovered that the car's brakes had failed.

However, this car did not have a manual handbrake. Han Qian held down the horn tightly. When he was about to hit a passing pedestrian, Han Qian turned the steering wheel and hit a box of goods.

All the airbags deployed. Fortunately, Qinxue’s stuff imported from Germany was strong.

He kicked the door open and got out of the car. His freshly washed hair was covered with white again. After getting out of the car, Han Qian first took a look at the driver of the box and knocked on the door.

"Don't be afraid. Someone has tampered with my brakes. I'll give you a new car later. You call the police now and ask the traffic police captain to come over."

Then Han Qian took out his mobile phone and dialed Nuan Nuan.

"What's wrong with Li Yang?"

Nuan Nuan said in a low voice.

"I don't know. Noisy wants to resign. I don't know what happened now. I'm asking. If you are busy, don't come over."

"Not busy, but you have to wait for me for a while."

As he spoke, red liquid flowed down Han Qian's forehead. Han Qian hung up the phone and took a deep breath. He called Lin Zongheng again but still no one answered.

At this time, Lin Zongheng was hiding in the car not far away, looking at the embarrassed Han Qian, holding a cigarette in his mouth and laughing.

"Don't worry, Han Qian, let's wait, I will give you a chance for revenge! I will definitely do it."