Ex-wife becomes creditor after divorce Season 2

"Oh, look at you! Why are you so anxious to take action? Such a big contribution is just gone. Let's talk about it first! Don't make this matter public in the Han family. If Ding Peng dies, he will die. Send it to Qin Yaozu !”

The old man sat in Sun Zhengmin's car and returned to Binhai. It was already dawn, but the rain hadn't stopped yet.

Ding Peng asked the old man to kill him, but as a result, Sun Zhengmin came to Bin County overnight to pick him up.

A wanted order from Shengjing.

Catch Ding Peng, life or death, and get a reward of 200,000 yuan.

As for the 200,000 the Han family didn't want, the old man said he would go home and prepare breakfast for his grandchildren.

After returning to Binhai, the old man looked at his phone.

This bastard still didn't text him back.

Early in the morning!

Han Qian sat on the threshold of the outhouse, holding his chin with his hands, looking at the yard washed by the heavy rain. The rain in Bin County was not heavy, and Binhai could only be said to be heavy, but in Xinli Tun'er, it was already a heavy rain.

"Good morning, brother Qian!"

Wen Nuan was wearing pink pajamas, rubbing her eyes, and walked across the threshold to the yard under Han Qian's stunned gaze. The next second, Nuan Nuan screamed and ran back, and slapped Han Qian on the shoulder who was sitting on the threshold.

"Why didn't you tell me it was raining?"

Han Qian put his right hand next to his ear and shouted.

"What did you say? I can't hear you, the rain is too loud!"

Wen Nuan snorted, opened the steaming cauldron, took out a plate of hot dumplings, and sat next to Han Qian. He picked up the dumplings and took a bite, raising his head and smiling innocently.

"Brother Qian, do you know what you like to eat in the morning?"

Han Qian looked at the little frogs that appeared due to the heavy rain. Each one was as big as a fingernail, jumping and jumping in the rain, and said softly.

"I know, I like to eat fried dough sticks and dumplings that have been left overnight and then steam them in a pot the next day, because they will be very soft~ But our family doesn't eat these very often. My mother is more hypocritical and doesn't eat leftovers. The fried dough sticks will be cold the next day. You can eat it, but you won’t eat the ones steamed in a steamer, and you won’t eat the dumplings either!”

Nuan Nuan nodded.

"Yeah! I know. Our mother's family has been well off since she was a child, so it's only right that she should develop a habit."

"Well, are these dumplings warm?"

"It's so hot!"

"Nuan Nuan, what do you want me to eat in the morning?"

"Just eat whatever you like."

Han Qian turned his head and looked at Wen Nuan who puffed out his cheeks and said seriously.

"Is it possible to say that I just want to take a bite of the dumplings?"

Nuan Nuan pushed Han Qian's face away and whispered.

"Just let me help you taste it. What kind of dumplings do you eat during the Chinese New Year? Brother Qian, do you think the crabs are also at home on rainy days?"

Han Qian hummed and continued to look at the yard washed by the rain. Han Qian sighed at the old man's craftsmanship. When the rain fell on the yard, there would be no accumulation of water. All the rain flowed into the opposite river along an invisible ditch.

The green bricks in the yard were washed away, and Han Qian suddenly turned his head and leaned closer to the warmth.

"What are you eating?"

The warmth with half a dumpling in his mouth was startled and he said blankly.

"Dumplings!"

"What kind of stuffing!"

Wen Nuan swallowed the dumplings in his mouth and said seriously.

"Brother Qian, I really didn't taste any stuffing. It seems to be cabbage and pork. Brother Qian, do you want to go back to Binhai?"

"Aren't I in Binhai? Everyone thought I was still squatting inside. When they found out that I was not inside, I had already appeared in Shengjing. You were with me. Qinghu is probably banned now, Ye Zhi sent me a message saying that the empress is killing everyone in Binhai."

Nuan pouted.

"Her? Killing everyone? She has to run even to get on the kang. What can she do?"

Han Qian took the plate from Nuan Nuan's hand, collected some rainwater and started washing it, smiling.

"Yan Qingqing actually has a good personality. She is confused about small things, but not at all about big things. When I was away, my mother was a little distracted, but she was right. At least she didn't add trouble at the wrong time. At that time No one can protect the queen, but it’s different now. I’m just in jail. It’s okay for the queen to stand up suddenly, so that everyone’s attention will not be on me.”

Wen Nuan curled his lips and Han Qian smiled.

"Cui Li went to kill someone last night, and the old man also went there. Sun Mingyue's son-in-law, adopted mistress and Ding Peng have all been cleared away. It's so warm!"

Nuan Nuan turned to look at Han Qian and said seriously.

"Yan Qingqing's hands are covered with sin! How disgusting."

Han Qian was stunned.

"Shouldn't it be me?"

Wen Nuan stretched out his hand and pointed at the little thumb-sized toad in front of him and looked at Han Qian.

"You crush it to death."

Han Qian shook his head.

"I can't do it."

"Trash~ I won't play with you anymore. I'll go back and lie down for a while."

Wen Nuan stood up and went back to the house, and Han Qian also stood up and followed in. The two of them got into the mosquito net, Wen Nuan lay straight on the bed, looking at the roof and muttering softly.

"It's just boring. It's boring. Han Qian, give me a dance."

Han Qian turned on the warm computer, connected his mobile phone data, logged into WeChat, and said softly.

"I can't dance, so let's play a little game."

"What game."

"You go to sleep, and I'll see how long you can sleep."

Nuan Nuan, who really wanted to sleep at first, sat up directly and stared at Han Qian. Then he crawled to Han Qian like a puppy and stared at Han Qian's face for a bite.

Han Qian put his hands on the keyboard and chatted with Yeats about Binhai. Wen Nuan lay on Han Qian's back and rocked.

"Brother Qian, stop working~ Let's play~"

Han Qian didn't resist, but he paid attention to Wen Nuan and let her make trouble. After making trouble for a while, Wen Wen saw that it had no effect, so he got out of the mosquito net and shouted.

"I'll go make you breakfast."

Han Qian looked at the message sent by Yeats.

[Dad has been taken away by Sun Zhengmin. I called him to check and it seems that nothing is wrong, but I haven’t received any news yet that someone went to the prison to look for you. 】

Han Qian thought for a while and replied.

[There is no reason to look for me. The one who killed was Ding Peng, and the one who did it was Yanran. This is not the first time that Ding Peng and my father have done something. Just do whatever you want. You should be more careful in Binhai. I guess I will have to wait for a while. It's time to go back. How is my court hearing going? 】

[Because of Wen Wen's recklessness, Li Jinhan is now kowtowing door to door in Shengjing to delay this matter. Zhao Wangu is also bending over to say good things to people because Zhao Hanqing is involved. Chen Jinye can't say for sure, Your Majesty. The handle over there seems to be useless, but with these two old men pulling it inside, it is estimated that delaying it for a year and a half is not a problem. The two old men mean to treat it coldly! 】

Han Qian sent a voice message to Yeats.

"Don't worry, the truth of this matter will always be one step behind me. When they went to Binhai Prison to find me, I was already in Fushan Prison. When they went to Fushan, I was already in Shengjing. If I go to Shengjing, I will get This is a fake document from the capital. When they want to go to the capital to see it, the level is not good enough... Oops, Nuan Nuan set my house on fire, please be safe."

Han Qian glanced at the ground outside the house. If he hadn't smelled the burning smell, Han Qian would have thought that the old Taoist priest had transformed into the ground beneath the house.

After rushing out of the mosquito net, Han Qian stretched out his hand to grab Wen Nuan's back collar when he looked at Nu Nuan, who was holding a roasted black potato in his mouth with a dark face.

"Are you going to practice it on yourself?"