Ex-wife becomes creditor after divorce Season 2

Su Liang and Guan Junbiao lied for Han Qian that they were on a business trip. As a result, Cai Qinghu called Guan Junbiao to ask where he went, and Guan Junbiao blurted out.

"Beijing!"

Cai Qinghu hummed.

"I'm in Beijing!"

"Brother, the signal is not good!"

Guan Junbiao hung up the phone. As a result, when Yan Qingqing asked Su Liang, Su Liang kept a secret and said that he went to the Magic City. Yan Qingqing nodded.

"I'll call and ask about poetry later!"

"Ah? President Yan, are you going to resign?"

Su Liang hung up the phone first, and then quickly contacted Guan Junbiao to ask how Guan Junbiao answered. When they learned that the two were not talking about the same place, they cursed on the phone.

But Han Qian was indeed not in Binhai.

Some things can be let them know, and some things can't.

Han Qian hid under Cai Qinghu's nose. He knew that Cai Qinghu would definitely go to Binhai, and he must not let Cai Qinghu know what happened to him.

In Qin Yaozu's home, Lao Qin sat on the floor with his back against the door, holding a can of beer in his hand.

"You're still alive, right?"

"Yeah!"

"Han Qian, you won't let me down, right? There's a serious criminal hiding in my house!"

"No... no... I won't make it difficult for you."

Han Qian curled up in the corner of the room, his face was pale, his lips were without a trace of color, and his eyes were full of red bloodshot. He handcuffed his feet and locked himself with a chain, and the other end was locked to the newly installed anti-theft window.

He felt very uncomfortable now, as if there were 10,000 ants crawling on his body, 10,000 ants biting him, his heart was like an insatiable black hole, and there was a demon in his mind constantly muttering.

'It's very uncomfortable, right? Actually, you don't have to be so uncomfortable, your conditions are enough to support you. '

'Han Qian, don't insist on it anymore, how to live your life is up to you! How to live is a lifetime, why torture yourself? '

'Come a little, and quit next time. '

'Han Qian, you did well enough, no one will blame you! '

The devil in his mind sang in a low voice, Han Qian kept slapping himself and muttering.

"No, Han Qian, you can't do this! You know that Qinghu hates this kind of thing the most. Lao Qin took a risk to take you in, you can't let Lao Qin down! Zhao Hanqing was injured many times at the border for this, you can't do this! You can't do this!!!!!!"

Han Qian rolled on the ground in pain, tearing his cheeks with both hands. Han Qian struggled to take out his mobile phone and tremblingly entered a number and dialed it. After the call was connected, Han Qian cursed in a trembling voice.

"Drafted! Don't ask... I just want to scold you!"

Song Shu-nu, who was dressed in a white coat and quit her job in Beijing and joined the pharmacist in the Second Hospital, sighed while holding her mobile phone.

"I've already told you that the side effects are huge, and the prescription I'm giving you is much more refined than those inferior products, otherwise you would have been in so much pain from your injuries, Han Qian, you have to work harder! I have another way, which is to replace it with a medicine that can make you feel a little more comfortable."

"Go! Damn it! Go see if Lin Zongheng is dead, go see if Liu Shengge is dead! Let...let Liu Ding keep an eye on Lin Zongheng, don't let him run away! Let Luo Qing find Liu Shengge's trail, tell me how long this thing will last!"

Han Qian began to roll on the ground, constantly hitting the wall with his forehead. Lady Song felt terrified when she heard Han Qian's wailing and screaming, and whispered.

"You should take care of your own affairs first, but Han Qian, I have seen all the test results of your brain, and there is nothing wrong with you except that you are like a sloppy person!"

"Go away! How long will it take!"

"Desensitization takes one to two weeks. With your willpower, about three months will be enough."

"Go away! Don't tell anyone! Can you...get a tattoo...?"

"No! But I can find the best tattoo artist in the world, my sister, with blonde hair, blue eyes and big boobs."

"I will kill you first when I go out!"

Han Qian couldn't control himself anymore. He started to hurt himself, trying to use pain to relieve his inner desires. Song Shu-nv continued with her mobile phone.

"You'd better be careful. If Fu Dong knows about your situation at this time, you may be in big trouble. At the same time, because of this, I, Lao Gu, Zhou Hui, Li Jinhai, Sun Zhengmin, Li Yali, Cai Qinghu, Qin Yaozu, and Cheng Jin will all be implicated."

"Go! Tell me! Lin Zongheng! Get out!"

"Bye, muah~"

Ms. Song hung up the phone, holding the phone and looking out the window. She really wanted to see Han Qian, to see how uncomfortable Han Qian was, and to see if he could do something that no one could do alone.

It's a pity that she can't move now.

And Guan Junbiao was watching Lin Zongheng here. Looking at the report sent by the doctor, Guan Junbiao felt that it would be better to kill Lin Zongheng with a knife to give him a quick death.

One eye was blind and the eyeball was pierced. The doctor praised him for his strong vitality.

The tendons of his left hand were broken, and this hand was completely useless.

One of his right kidneys was damaged.

The two scars on my face took nearly a hundred stitches to sew, and my face is completely ruined.

Both kneecaps are severely injured, and I will never be able to stand and walk again in this life.

The bridge of my nose is also injured, and the specific recovery will depend on the future.

Guan Junbiao took a look at Lin Zongheng who was unconscious on the bed, thought for a few seconds and called a car to move the person and the bed out of the hospital. Han Qian did not say where to throw this guy for the time being, mainly because Guan Junbiao did not know where Han Qian went.

Not long after he was sent to the hospital that day, he disappeared.

Worried that Lin Zongheng would be taken away by people in Beijing, Guan Junbiao first sent him to District 8 to hide.

Everyone went to work and played.

It seemed that no one knew what happened here.

Guan Junbiao stood at the door of the hospital and smoked a cigarette. Just as he was about to get in the car and leave, a BMW M4 convertible stopped not far away. The door was opened and Lian Ya ran to Guan Junbiao.

"Brother Gou!"

Guan Junbiao waved his hand.

"I don't know where your brother Qian'er is."

"Ah! I'm not looking for brother Qian'er, where is Haimong?"

Guan Junbiao turned around and tilted his head to look at Lian Ya and frowned.

"What are you looking for Haimian for?"

"I want to marry her! We have both been through so many things. We have shared hardships. We are made for each other..."

Guan Junbiao was too lazy to listen to Lian Ya's tantrums. His mind was completely different from that of a normal person. He held the steering wheel with one hand and returned to District 8. He was just worried about Han Qian. There were some things that Su Liang couldn't see, but how could Guan Junbiao, who had been in the mixed place of District 8 for many years, not see Han Qian's abnormality!

But no one could help with this kind of thing.

On the third night after the incident, that is, the night when Han Qian called Ms. Song, Qin Yaozu opened the door and frowned at Han Qian, who was kneeling on the ground and writing on the floor tiles with blood on his fingers.

"What? Not so uncomfortable?"

"Uncomfortable, but not as strong as before. Old Qin, do you think my handwriting is beautiful?"

Qin Yaozu pouted.

"You're so scary, while you're still energetic, go deal with the dirt on your body, have a meal, smoke a cigarette, drink some more wine and fall asleep. I'll always be by your side, and when your willpower collapses, I'll knock you out. If one person can't solve it, we can solve it together. I have experience."

"Oh~"

"Say thank you~"

"We're being polite!"