Ex-wife becomes creditor after divorce Season 2

It was getting dark, Ji Jing drove the car to the gate of the temple, and waited until after eight o'clock. It was dark before Han Qian dared to walk out of the temple.

Ji Jing got out of the car and trotted to open the passenger door. Han Qian smiled at Ji Jing.

"I'm fine."

After getting in the car, Ji Jing first reached out and touched Han Qian's forehead, and then touched his own forehead. Han Qian laid down the passenger seat, looked at the night sky through the skylight, and said softly.

"I'm not sick, I'm in good physical condition now."

Ji Jing started the car and got out slowly, saying softly.

"What to eat? Dumplings?"

Han Qian sat up, fiddled with the passenger seat back, lowered his head and said softly.

"I don't have much appetite. Have you dealt with Zhou Le's affairs? How is the situation of my aunt? Are the people from Bei'an still in Binhai now?"

Ji Jing turned her head and smiled at Han Qian.

"I don't know. If you don't want to sleep, go have a cup of coffee. It's quite bitter."

This time Han Qian didn't refuse. Aunt Ji took Han Qian all the way to the coffee shop opposite Rongyao.

Still sitting by the window.

Han Qian took a sip of the bitter coffee and pouted.

"I don't really understand why someone likes to drink this."

Ji Jing held her chin with one hand and looked at Han Qian, saying softly.

"It's like life."

Then Ji Jing picked up the coconut milk on the table and poured it into Han Qian's coffee cup, saying softly.

"Adding a little coconut milk will make it sweeter. Sometimes many people know that coffee is bitter, but they will drink it because it can refresh people and reduce sleepiness and fatigue."

Han Qian looked down at the coffee cup in front of him with a bit of sadness in his eyes, then slowly raised his head, pouted his mouth with tears and looked at Ji Jing with a wronged face, and spoke helplessly like a child.

"Aunt Ji, Zhou Le is dead, and another person has left me. We will never meet again in this life. He and I haven't sat down to talk properly yet."

Ji Jing reached out and ruffled Han Qian's hair, still holding her chin with one hand and looking at the man opposite, and said softly.

"Nephew, do you feel that Zhou Le's death is not worth it? Do you feel it's a pity?"

Han Qian opened his mouth, and Ji Jing said again.

"If Zhou Le wants to live, do you have to save him?"

This question confused Han Qian, and then Han Qian nodded. The next second, his face was pinched by Ji Jing's left hand. Han Qian looked at Ji Jing, and Ji Jing asked with a bit of disappointment in her eyes.

"Zhou Le is a brother, and Zheng Jing is just a marginal person who can be sacrificed? The waiter who died in Four Seasons Villa is just a stray dog ​​on the roadside? I understand that you are sad, but do you want to continue to live in sadness? Zhou Le's death is inevitable. I am most afraid of someone dying, but Zhou Le's death is the first time I think he should die. It is not a pity for him to die. Do you think Zhou Le has been wronged?" Han Qian blinked at Ji Jing and said softly. "Aunt Ji~" "Don't call me first, let me ask you first, nephew, do you think Zhou Le's death is caused by you?" "He...he died because he plotted against Lin Zongheng for me!" Ji Jing raised his hands and surrendered with an innocent look. "Nephew, I can't argue with you." Han Qian took a sip of coffee and sighed. "You don't want to argue with me." Ji Jing put down his hands and lay on the table and said softly. "It feels like it's useless to argue. What has Zhou Le done since he came to Binhai? Beat Xu Hongchang, beat Zhou Le, disgust Ye Zhi, kill Zheng Jing's aunt, force Zheng Jing to death,... I won't say anything."

After Ji Jing found that the onlookers were staring at her, she sat up and raised her hands to cover her mouth.

It's exactly the same as the little pet.

Han Qian sighed.

"I didn't say anything. Why are you always so cautious? It feels like you are afraid of me. You are more stubborn than Wen Nuan. I know what you want to say. You want to say that Zhou Le's death is his own fault."

Ji Jing shook her head.

"It's not his own fault. He wants to atone for his sins, and Zhou Le must die! From another perspective, even if Zhou Le is alive... You don't like to control other people's lives. What if you saved Zhou Le? You gave him a stable life, but have you ever thought about whether Zhou Le is willing?"

Ji Jing put her fists on the chair and placed her chin on the table and blinked at Han Qian. Han Qian frowned and then shook his head. He was about to speak when Ji Jing said again.

"Nephew, do you still remember Chen Lei?"

Han Qian nodded.

"Of course, I will never forget this grandson."

Ji Jing hummed with her nose, then blinked at Han Qian again and whispered.

"How does Chen Lei compare to Zhou Le?"

Han Qian pouted.

"He doesn't deserve it!"

Ji Jing sat up and patted the table lightly. The next second, she looked around in panic. When she found that no one was looking at her, Ji Jing said weakly in a low voice.

"Chen Lei doesn't want to live in disgrace, and doesn't want to die on his knees. What about Zhou Le? Zhou Le has always called you Xiao Qian, right?"

Han Qian frowned, picked up the coffee cup and nodded, Ji Jing suddenly spoke mysteriously.

"Then tell me~ Is Zhou Le willing to bow down in front of you? I'll answer for you, he definitely doesn't want to, Zhou Le is a proud man~ If you save him in the end, he will think that this is not help, but humiliation, and finally regard the life you arranged as imprisonment. Nephew, tell me, which one is more important, living in pain or dying happily?"

Han Qian closed his eyes and took a deep breath. Ji Jing puffed her mouth at Han Qian, and then like a deflated ball, she sighed and imitated Han Qian's tone.

"It must be alive! Living can slowly untie the knot in your heart."

Then Ji Jing regained her voice and spoke softly.

"You don't have this awareness yourself, why do you ask others to have it too? You can change Zhou Le's ending. You think it's okay for you to be troublesome, but have you ever thought that the other party is unwilling to change~ Do you still want to see The second sister Wanwan?”

One sentence made Han Qian become silent, Ji Jing looked at Han Qian and said quietly.

"Sister Wan Wan's choice is certainly the best. From a young guinea fowl to a big phoenix, there are still many people who can't accept it. Wu Sixui, Xuan Xuan, Li Li, including Yeats, are not convinced about this matter. They all have opinions, they just don’t dare to tell you! So, don’t use your thoughts to control other people’s lives. Everyone is the protagonist of this world, and they have the power to control and choose their own lives and endings. No one will live for you Han Qian."

Han Qian also lay on the table and sighed.

"But I feel that it was me who harmed Zhou Le. If he didn't know me, he wouldn't have ended up like this."

Ji Jing reached out and patted Han Qian's hair gently, smiling.

"Master led me in. Cultivation depends on oneself. It was you who brought Zhou Le to a society and a height that he might not be able to touch in his life. His suicide was also to protect his own dignity and pride, so! You also Don’t think about others with your mind!”

Han Qian sighed.

"But I'll still be sad!"

Ji Jing took out a banknote and pressed it on the table, then took Han Qian's arm and stood up to leave. After getting in the car, Ji Jing gently buckled Han Qian's seat belt.

When you step on the accelerator, you feel a push on your back.

The Cayenne was speeding on the city road at a speed of 110. Aunt Ji held the steering wheel with one hand and whispered.

"My eldest nephew, take a picture of me."

Han Qian took out Nokia, glanced at Nokia, glanced at Ji Jing, and then glanced at Nokia again. He turned his head and looked out the window, sighing with sadness. It felt like a eunuch going to a brothel and an oiran pulling you in. Enter the room, but you don’t have the tools to commit the crime!

At this time Aunt Ji smiled.

"My eldest nephew, do you know why I asked you to take photos of me?"

Han Qian turned his head and said doubtfully.

"Does it look good?"

Ji Jing shook her head.

"No, guess again."

"Because he's handsome?"

Ji Jing held the steering wheel with one hand and put the other hand on her leg, smiling.

"Because I have the posture of holding the steering wheel with one hand and black stockings at the same time."

Han Qian glanced at Ji Jing's beautiful legs, then slowly raised his head and looked ahead, saying softly.

“Too bad I don’t have a smartphone.”

"It's no use buying it for you, it'll break in three days."

The car drove all the way to the beach. Ji Jing took Han Qian to the deserted beach, pointing at the soft beach and looking at Han Qian.

"cry!"

Han Qian said blankly to Ji Jing.

"I...why am I crying?"

"When you cry, you miss Zhou Le. When you cry, you feel that Zhou Le should not die. When you cry, you feel that what you did was not good enough."

Han Qian was silent. Ji Jing gently pinched Han Qian's face and spoke with a stiff tone.

"cry!"

Han Qian took a deep breath and shook his head.

"I can't cry!"

"Cry! Just cry a little bit. If it doesn't work, just shout."

"I can't scream!"

Ji Jing held Han Qian's face and said seriously.

"You can't cry, you can't shout, are you really sad?"

Han Qian nodded.

"sad!"

"Then you cry!"

"I can't cry!"

"Big nephew!"

"I want to eat dumplings."

Ji Jing took Han Qian and left.

Han Qian, who was sitting in the passenger seat, felt strange in his heart. Although Aunt Ji's words didn't change anything, he really didn't feel so uncomfortable now.

Perhaps as Aunt Ji said, everyone is the protagonist of this world.

They all have the right to choose to accept or give up this world. Rather than saying that Zhou Le's suicide means leaving this world, it is better to say that he gave up this world, started another story of his own, and became another protagonist. .

But the matter of Wanfang.

Snapped!

Han Qian slapped himself, and Ji Jing, who was driving, smiled and said nothing.

After eating dumplings, Han Qian and Ji Jing walked out of the shop.

Walking on the road, Ji Jing put her arms around Han Qian's shoulders, feeling Han Qian's little birdy love, Ji Jing smiled.

"Don't worry that your indifference will make Zhou Le think that you don't want him. He would rather you be indifferent. We can just keep some things in our hearts~ Do you think Zhou Le wants to see you sighing all day?" oh."

Han Qian held Ji Jing's arm and said softly.

"Aunt Ji is not gentle today."

Ji Jing turned around and hugged Han Qian gently, smiling softly.

"Gentle and gentle, Aunt Ji, I am the gentlest~ Hug my nephew."