Ex-wife becomes creditor after divorce Season 2

A family is torn apart like this. If the father is the backbone of the family and the mother is the hero who shields the children from the rain, then the children are the driving force for both of them to work hard. But now that the children are gone, why are they still moving forward?

What's the use of one million?

Compared with children and parents, one million is too little, and ten million is too little.

Han Qian sat on a chair and listened to Zhao Zhihao's mother talking a lot. Near noon, Zhao Zhihao's father came back, holding Han Qian's hand and not letting go, insisting that Han Qian eat at home.

But Han Qian declined politely. How could the two elders be in the mood to cook? After leaving a message that he would bring the murderer to justice as soon as possible, Han Qian left with Yeats.

The two opened the car door. Yeats turned on the air conditioner and they got out of the car at the same time. Han Qian lit a cigarette and said softly.

"What to do?"

Yeats whispered.

"I don't know. I had a big opinion against Zhou Le before, and I also said that I would beat little Zhou Le to death. But after all, these words were just words. After Zhou Le's death, I was in a very bad state."

Han Qian took a deep breath, lowered his head and smiled bitterly.

"After all, people's hearts are made of flesh. When this person was alive, he would say fuck him to death every day, and he would see him the next day. But now that this person is dead, he can't work anymore! Zhou Le has always been very fond of his aunt. Okay, it's better than what I did to my aunt, but even if it's not good, I can kill Zhou Le, but no one else can! Miss Ye, please calculate for me, what is the probability that I can convince my aunt now?"

"Forty-nine percent."

"That's no different from one percent. I don't care about the life and death of the people in Bei'an. Forget it! No one understands these annoying things. I just stand and talk without pain. I really, if I don't have any emotions then Fluctuating paper man, I blew up the world and went to the hospital.”

Yeats raised his eyebrows and took two steps back.

"I'm not taking a pregnancy test!"

"We still have to work hard to get a damn pregnancy test, but let's put this matter aside for now. I don't care whether the people in Bei'an die or not, but the death of my Binhai child has a lot to do with me. I We can't let these murderers go unpunished. If you take one step at a time, I shouldn't be able to stab me with a knife!"

After getting in the car, Han Qian was sitting in the passenger seat and just about to close his eyes, he saw Yeats scrolling through his cell phone beside him. The phone book had an estimated three to four hundred phone calls.

"Miss Ye, what are you doing?"

"Book a ward in advance!"

Han Qian was too lazy to talk to Yeats, and Yeats also felt that Han Qian was not in the mood for fun, so he started the car and headed to the hospital. Han Qian sent a few text messages on the way. After arriving at the hospital, Han Qian actually found a ward and lay down, closing his eyes.

"If you call me in the dark, you don't have to answer anyone's call. If someone calls me, just tell me I'm dead."

Yeats rolled his eyes, but within twenty minutes, Nokia began to rebel. Han Qian, who was sleeping, opened his eyes and stared at the vibrating phone with an ugly expression. Yeats hurriedly got up and picked up Nokia.

"Ancestor! You continue to sleep, I'll get out first."

Han Qian being woken up while sleeping was fine in the morning or in the middle of the night, but it was a big deal in the afternoon. Yeats gently closed the door and looked at the green screen of her mobile phone. She was really confused. There was no number stored there. Who are these!

When the number came back a second time, Yeats answered the call.

"Hello, Mr. Han is taking a nap. I am Secretary Yeats. You can leave me a message."

There was silence on the other side of the phone for a few seconds, and he said in a low voice.

"I know, let him sleep."

After the call was hung up, Yeats belatedly recognized that it was Cheng Jin's voice. Before Yeats could think about it, his cell phone rang again. This time Yeats learned the lesson and took out his cell phone to compare the number and confirm. After it was Baitao's mobile phone number, he answered the call.

"Bai Shuji, I am Secretary Yeats. Mr. Han is taking a nap. You can leave me a message."

"Is he taking a nap? I'm really convinced. Chen Yang came to me and babbled a bunch of nonsense. It probably meant that Han Qian didn't care what he did now, and he wanted to withdraw all prosecutions against Liu Shengge. He said all this It’s all Han Qian’s intention, what is he going to do?”

"have no idea."

Baitao hung up the phone, Yeats took a deep breath, turned his head and looked at Mr. Han with his eyes closed through the glass on the door. Who knew what he was thinking! During this period, Han Qian's cell phone kept ringing. Finally, Yeats finally understood why everyone did not agree to change Han Qian's cell phone. If this was an apple or a pear, he would have to carry a generator behind him, except for this Nokia , other mobile phones can't last a day in his hand, this one calls after another, what mobile phone can withstand it?

If one person has one ringtone, this is a continuous music player.

In the end, Yeats was no longer in the mood to answer the phone. He sat on a chair in the corridor and played Defending Carrots with his head down. He had finished this game many times, but Yeats still liked to play it. Maybe it was because this game did not require the use of brains and could be played casually. Play with it and just throw it away when you are busy.

Near six o'clock in the evening, Han Qian was shaken awake by Yeats.

"Mr. Han, Mr. Han, I'm calling."

"The phone fell."

"It's my aunt's phone number."

Han Qian frowned and answered the phone, yawning and mumbling.

"What's wrong, aunt? Are you trying to kill Chen Yang and Chu Sui? Can you please take a break? How old is Grandpa Yan? He also has a broken leg. Can you please stop torturing Grandpa Yan? Ah? Let Cui Li Go, aunt! I want to talk to you solemnly..."

Before he finished speaking, Qian Hong's roar came out on the phone. The elegant aunt was no longer elegant and roared and cursed at Han Qian. Han Qian listened quietly. When Qian Hong finished scolding, Han Qian sighed helplessly. Take a breath.

"What I said at noon was just like farting. Is my aunt going through menopause? Find her a partner?"

Yeats rolled his eyes and whispered.

"You go ahead and do this, I don't dare, what do you mean?"

Han Qian sighed.

"What do you think of Gu's character? She was the one who caused the scars on Tu Xiao's face because of the unignited explosives. How can she have a good temper? It's up to Zhou Le how she beats and scolds her. Zhou Le She has a life-saving feeling for me and my aunt. Forget it! You won’t understand even if I say it. Let’s just say it. My aunt is still able to chop me with a knife with two hands. That’s all Zhou Le’s doing. Damn it, Miss Ye, I'm a little hungry, it seems I haven't eaten all day."

The two left the ward and came to the hospital cafeteria. Han Qian asked Yeats in a low voice if he had seen the Tribulation Field. Yeats shook his head and Han Qian asked again.

"Have you ever seen someone robbed from the hands of a policeman?"

Yeats shook his head again, and Han Qian smiled.

"I'll show you around later."