Ex-wife becomes creditor after divorce Season 2

After arguing all morning, Han Qian said one thing.

"Change it back first, and then solve it! I'll prepare a plan, Auntie is in charge of the food!"

Han Qian rubbed oil on the soles of his feet. By the time Wei Tiancheng chased him out of the villa, he had already fallen on the motorcycle and fell on the ground. He held the motorcycle with both hands and ran forward. Then he got on the motorcycle and left the villa area with the sign "S".

It’s really impossible not to run.

Now the attitudes of both sides towards Liu Guangming are at two extremes.

When riding a motorcycle through Central Street, many unfamiliar faces appeared on the street.

The kind that can be seen at a glance.

Blonde hair, blue eyes, white skin.

Hip-hop black guy with dreadlocks.

Han Qian lamented that the facial contours of white men in Europe and the United States are really more pleasing to the eye than the young boys and girls in China today.

The same goes for cosmetics and skin care products.

But he was dressed like a man, eating peaches while watching the country, the candies were super sweet, and Han Qian was whizzing past the crowd on his motorcycle.

A handsome blond guy and his blond girlfriend gave a thumbs up to Han Qian's back at the same time.

"cool!"

The two young men on the side, wearing big crotch pants, skull masks, and long hair fixed with fermentation, looked at the guy riding a motorcycle with envy.

"His Guoyi!"

Two girls with fashionable looks and standard looks faced Han Qian, who was riding a motorcycle, and raised their hands to their mouths at the same time.

"Oppa wow~!"

no way!

Han Qian is so handsome.

It's snowing, and this guy is riding a motorcycle with a shirt on, and he's as cold as a grandson.

For the cultural promotion of the Chinese Lantern Festival, Binhai gathered many tourists from all over the world. Too many people in the world were curious about the mysterious Chinese culture. Han Qian rode his motorcycle all the way to Glory, threw the car keys to the security captain and went Run upstairs.

Go upstairs and open the door of Yan Qingqing's office.

"Damn it, hurry up, prepare a coffin, I'm going to freeze to death."

Yan Qingqing looked at Han Qian who was wearing a shirt with tears streaming down his face. He stood up and walked into the dressing room, took out a small blanket and handed it to Han Qian, and then received a glass of hot water.

"My general, you are no longer a child of seventeen or eighteen years old. Can you stop being so arrogant? How many seconds does it take to get dressed?"

Han Qian held the water glass in both hands and trembled.

"I, I, I, I, I didn't feel this cold when I was at Aunt Qian's house. I almost made the heads of those who wrote me ink explode."

Yan Qingqing walked behind Han Qian, covered Han Qian's ears that were red from the cold with both hands, and said softly.

"Because of what?"

Han Qian said nothing, and Yan Qingqing asked again.

"What do they want from you?"

Han Qian said.

"What's for lunch?"

"Who is at Aunt Qian's house?"

"I want to eat dumplings!"

Yan Qingqing let go of her hand and said angrily.

"Han Qian, why should I talk to you?"

Han Qian turned his head and looked at Yan Qingqing and said seriously.

"Your little hands are covering my ears so tightly that I can't hear you? What did you say?"

Yan Qingqing laughed dryly, sat next to Han Qian and sneered.

"I forgot that I covered your ears. I said, what are you arguing about?"

As she spoke, Yan Qingqing lay on the sofa with her pillow on Han Qian's legs. Han Qian was holding the teacup in one hand, and the other hand slid naturally along Yan Qingqing's collar. Yan Qingqing faced Han Qian. He slapped the back of his hand twice and said angrily.

"What are you doing? It's easy, isn't it?"

Han Qian took back his hand and smiled dryly, imitating Yan Qingqing.

"It's really easy. It's completely a natural reaction of the body. Why can we quarrel about Liu Guangming?"

Yan Qingqing held the hand in front of her and put it on her face, muttering softly.

"You are the leader, you could just issue the orders directly. Why do you have to listen to so many people's opinions?"

Han Qian sighed.

"Huh, it would be easy if things were so easy to handle. Although they and I have interests involved, I still like to get along as equals. If I break the hearts of loyal people for someone who everyone thinks is a traitor, this is not Are you shooting yourself in the foot? I haven't washed my hands."

Yan Qingqing rubbed Han Qian's hand and whispered.

"It's okay. I'm not as pretentious as Wen Nuan. Now it's just a matter of a few people agreeing and a few rejecting. Who will take the lead?"

"Tong Yao Wei Tiancheng, Ye Zhi Tu Xiao, my god, Tong Yao and Ye Zhi had a really fierce quarrel. If Sister Yang hadn't stopped them, they would probably have fought at Aunt Qian's house."

"What did Aunt Qian say?"

"It would be great if she spoke. She just watched from the second floor without saying a word. Don't you understand Aunt Qian's character? I have to make the decision on everything. She is forcing me to beat everyone up now. Honestly, but I thought about it, you make some dumplings for me, and I’ll go to Aunt Ji’s place.”

Yan Qingqing sat up.

"I'm a stove, right? I run away when it's warm, right? What kind of stuffing do I eat?"

"If you don't want to eat shrimps, anything will do. Pickled cabbage is best, not industrial dumplings with vinegar. I'm leaving. If I have something serious to do, I have to talk to my Aunt Ji."

Han Qian left immediately. About 20 seconds after leaving the house, Yan Qingqing chased him out with a blanket.

"It's cold, ancestor!"

"It's okay. I'm upset and frozen so I don't get angry."

Han Qian entered the elevator, Yan Qingqing sighed, then looked at Xiao Yang Jia and frowned.

"I invited you here for 20,000 yuan a month to watch a stupid drama? Damn it, go buy dumplings, don't...I forgot, buy them according to your brother Qian'er's taste."

Little Yang Jia hurriedly stood up and whispered.

"Mr. Yan, this stupid drama is really profitable. I just had an idea and suddenly wanted to make a plan!"

Yan Qingqing raised her eyebrows.

"You? Planned? Am I stupid?"

Xiao Yangjia sighed.

"It's a pity that Brother Qian'er just said three or five words to me. If you talk more, you can definitely make it happen."

"What did he say?"

Xiao Yang Jia imitated Han Qian and hurried past, pointed at his computer and said.

"This thing can be invested in."

Then Xiao Yangjia looked at Yan Qingqing and said seriously.

"Then he ran away."

Yan Qingqing took a deep breath and then shouted.

"Little Yang Jia!"

"arrive!"

"Go buy dumplings!"

"yes!"

Xiao Yangjia whispered softly as she left.

"I don't know how to make money by investing in TV series?"

After Xiao Yangjia left, Yan Qingqing called the planning department and asked them to come up with a plan around the TV series and analyze how this stupid drama could make money. Yan Qingqing didn't believe that Han Qian could think of it, but others couldn't!

Han Qian quietly pushed open the door of Ji Jing's office. Looking at Ji Jing lying on the table playing with toffee, Han Qian whispered softly.

"Stop playing~ Do you have to work?"

Ji Jing sat up and glanced at Han Qian, then lay down on the table and whispered.

"I'm lazy~ I don't want to work, are you worried that I won't be happy?"

Han Qian stepped forward, opened the toffee, stuffed it into his mouth, and smiled.

"So sweet."

Then he pulled up a chair and sat across from Ji Jing, resting his chin on the table. The two faced each other, and Han Qian murmured in a low voice.

"I'm not happy, Aunt Ji. They all want Liu Guangming to die."

Ji Jing pouted at Han Qian and whispered.

"Lan Lan sent me a text message in the morning saying that she would not go to work today. I knew that you must have gone over to argue about this matter. My eldest nephew, have you ever thought about something?"

Han Qian blinked at Ji Jing, and Ji Jing sighed.

"Actually, no one wants Liu Guangming to die, including Wei Tiancheng and Gao Jiuxing, who are the most quarrelsome. They have a very good relationship with Liu Guangming. Wei Tiancheng can introduce Liu Guangming to you, how can you forget it? You are around No one in the world wants him to die. He will be sad when he dies, including me. After all, this person will be gone if he says he is gone, and too many people have left in the past year. There is only one person who hopes that Liu Guangming will die. .”

Han Qian's face was full of grievances.

"not me!"

Ji Jing stretched out her hand and pinched Han Qian's face, saying softly.

"You don't want to admit it, you don't even dare to think about it. I know you have a way to bring Liu Guangming back, but you can't greet him with a smile when everyone comes back. Someone needs to sing this black face, and even say that this black face may Sing and act truly! But when you decided to kill Liu Guangming, Wei Tiancheng was silent and sadder than anyone else."

Han Qian sighed.

"I have a headache and feel very uncomfortable. It's just like what you said. They all talk about killing Liu Guangming, but I really thought about it, but I can't do it."

Ji Jing narrowed her eyes and said softly.

"In fact, it's not that difficult. In fact, there are not that many worries. There is no need to think about this kind of thing. Follow your plan to bring Liu Guangming back. Whether he lives or dies depends on how capable he is. , you just need to say the last word and make a decision, nephew, believe me! Now that Liu Guangming is not here, Wei Tiancheng said to kill, when Liu Guangming comes back, Wei Tiancheng will come up with another way to replace this killing, you are Boss! No one wants the boss to be sad, and no one wants their old friend to die. If you don’t come to me today, I still want to find you."

Han Qian sighed and Ji Jing said softly.

"I still want to find you. I will ask you, eldest nephew, if we don't kill Liu Guangming. I also want to tell you~ I won't spend Valentine's Day with you. I want to accompany Lan Lan, and Beloved will also go. Let’s play with Beibei.”

Han Qian sat up and whispered.

"I have time."

Ji Jing shook her head.

"Yeah, I know you have time, but Wen Nuan didn't bother us even on Christmas. It's Valentine's Day, and you haven't even talked to Wen Wen once either. I will solve the problem of nursery rhymes!"

Han Qian looked at Ji Jing, she was so good, so good, so why would there be such a good woman in this world.

Then Han Qian raised his head with pride on his face, and Ji Jing covered her mouth and smiled.

"Are you thinking that a reasonable woman like me likes you, so I'm proud of you?"

Han Qian has a big mouth.

"It's amazing~ Aunt Ji, you're amazing~"

Ji Jinghan smiled.

"Hehe~hehehe~"