Ex-wife becomes creditor after divorce Season 2

Because of Chen Yang and Song Shunu's injuries, what happened at Four Seasons Villa was once again put on hold.

People from Bei'an entered the hospital for treatment.

It seems that the identities and positions have been exchanged. Now the people they investigated have left the hospital, and they are all hunkering down in the hospital.

It seems that Binhai has some advantages.

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Zhou Le was buried.

All members of the princeling forces were present, but Han Qian still did not appear.

All Lin Zongheng's cronies arrived at their destination, and Lin Zongheng did not come to see him off. He was undergoing surgery on his right leg in the hospital.

On the steps of the main hall of the temple, Han Qian put his chin in his hands and looked at the sky.

contradiction!

What a contradiction!

Zheng Jing's death had a lot to do with Zhou Le.

Most of the reason for Zhou Le's death was because he wanted to apologize to Zheng Jing.

Zheng Jing didn't kill Zhou Le because of Han Qian.

Zhou Le committed suicide and apologized to Zheng Jing because of Han Qian.

Around and around.

Damn it seems to be myself.

Han Qian turned his head and looked at the old monk sitting next to him. The old monk put his arm around Han Qian's shoulders and shook him gently.

"Can't figure it out?"

Han Qian shook his head.

"I understand, the person who least deserves to be alive is me."

The old Taoist priest standing behind Han Qian curled his lips and spat.

"spit."

Han Qian turned his head to look at the old Taoist priest and said softly.

"I've always been curious about a question: why do you feel so cool and comfortable when you're a bad guy, but don't you end up well once you turn around?"

The old Taoist priest curled his lips again.

"Because having no bottom line and morality will make a person live very freely."

Han Qian extended his thumb to the old Taoist priest and nodded seriously.

"You will be sorry to God until you die."

The old Taoist priest sneered.

"Do you believe this stuff? Aren't you sad that Zhou Le died?"

Han Qian stood up to take action, but the old monk pulled Han Qian and was busy comforting him.

"Oh, okay, okay, okay, this old guy was killed with just one slap. His dog's mouth couldn't spit out ivory, but your current state makes me, an old monk, a little worried. Compared to you, who is sad and crying , I don’t want to see you like you are now.”

Han Qian forced a smile at the old monk. The old monk sighed and said nothing. The old Taoist priest stood behind him and curled his lips again.

"Fake! There is no more fake smile than yours."

The old monk turned his head and looked at the old Taoist priest, frowning.

"Can you please stop lingering in my temple? Don't you have any wild views?"

The old Taoist spat at the old monk and said.

"Your Taoist Master, I am born to be bohemian and love freedom. What's wrong with coming here to sit for a while? Little Han Qian, do you feel that the more wealth you have, the higher your status, the less freedom you have?"

Han Qian lowered his head and the old Taoist priest spoke again.

"Really? You don't dare to cry, you don't dare to make a fuss, you don't even dare to go to the funeral. You are suffering inside. You are more sad than anyone else when your brother dies, but you can't show it. You even have to show a kind of thoughtfulness. You deserve to die because too many people are staring at you. You went to Zhou Le's funeral. As long as you show sadness and shed tears, the people in Bei'an will immediately let a few guys from the prison go. Bite Su Liang, because Su Liang has no way to absolve himself of his crimes. People around him are leaving one after another. You can't be sad and cry. You have to pretend to be indifferent to protect the living. Isn't it particularly unfree? "

Han Qian's shoulders trembled, and the old Taoist priest spoke again.

"Money can satisfy people's desires, but it can also make people lose their freedom."

"Hey hey hey."

Hearing Han Qian's unusual laughter, the old Taoist priest came forward and asked in a low voice.

"crazy?"

Han Qian pushed the old Taoist priest's head away, looked up at the sky and sighed.

"Why are there always so many bloodshed? The dogs in this temple are smarter than outsiders. Now there are many accusations against Xiaoliang. The whole Fengtian knows about our relationship. Now that we have stabbed each other, outsiders will see it. Let’s just say, oh, it’s just a small fight, how close they are! I couldn’t control myself when I went to Zhou Le’s funeral. My emotional collapse would prove that I am close to Zhou Le, which will naturally prove that I am close to Zhou Le. There is no way to explain why Su Liang and Zhou Le are close! Now there is no trace of any contact between Su Liang and Zhou Le. It’s really not free.”

The old Taoist priest sat on the other side of Han Qian, put his arm around Han Qian's shoulders and whispered softly.

"Actually, Zhou Le is a very long-lived person."

Han Qian sighed.

"Don't fart when someone dies. Now I don't care what those people outside think or say. Lin Zongheng and the others are making trouble if they want to convict Chu Sui. I'm thinking about how I can explain it to my aunt."

He closed his eyes and let out a long sigh.

"I don't know! No matter how I explain it, it doesn't seem to work. My aunt should know the inside story. Do you think it's particularly rubbish for me to think of how to excuse myself at this time?"

The old monk smiled.

"It's right to think about these things. It's much better than thinking about unrealistic things. I'm going to chant sutras."

After the old monk left, Han Qian looked at the old Taoist priest, who stood up and raised his hands.

"I'm leaving too."

"You're going to get beaten if you don't leave."

Sitting on the steps looking at the sky alone, Zhou Le's death made Han Qian feel conflicted, as if a group of people were fighting. Various figures of Zheng Jing, Zhou Le, and Su Liang kept appearing in his mind.

Zhou Le's death did not involve any injustice or unwillingness. After all, someone died at the party at Four Seasons Villa.

There were three waiters, two men and one woman.

Although their deaths were not caused by Zhou Le himself, Zhou Le could not escape suspicion.

It's just that Han Qian has a little selfishness hidden in his heart. He wants to send Zhou Le to a mental hospital to protect Zhou Le from living. Han Qian has also thought about whether to fake his death like Lin Zongheng, but after all, this case requires one person. Take it upon yourself, Zhou Le’s life is his life, not others’.

He closed his eyes and let out a long sigh.

The door of the temple was pushed open, and Xu Hongchang trotted all the way to Han Qian's side, whispering what happened at the yamen gate.

Han Qian really couldn't arouse any interest, so he lit a cigarette and continued to be in a daze.

Xu Hongchang scratched his head and whispered.

"Master, the results of Chu Sui's diagnosis came out. He is really mentally ill. At first, we also doubted whether he was pretending to be intentional. After examinations, tests and other tests, we found that he is really mentally ill. Li Dongsheng also revealed that Chu Sui is mentally ill every day. They will take a lot of psychotropic drugs to harm themselves."

Han Qian lowered his head and looked at the steps and said softly.

"He is very conflicted now. He does not want to take medicine and does not want to be controlled by Feng Lun's thoughts, but Feng Lun's thoughts continue to control him to take medicine, making him think that he can only take medicine, lose his mind, and look at things from Feng Lun's perspective. There is a chance of victory. The matter at Four Seasons Villa has a lot to do with Chu Sui. Although Zhou Le didn’t tell me anything, I knew it. "

Xu Hongchang scratched his head and whispered.

"Master, there is something wrong at the mental hospital. Now the mental hospital is no longer under our control. It seems that someone in the capital has tampered with it. The mental hospital suddenly has a lot of guards and surveillance. Last night, Chen Qiang wanted to come out and take a look. The excitement has been stopped.”

Han Qian raised his head and looked at Xu Hongchang and sighed.

At this time, Han Qian's cell phone suddenly received a text message from Liu Shengge.

[Tomorrow, let’s meet, talk about something, and ask for your help. 】