Ex-wife becomes creditor after divorce Season 2

Chapter 1261 Marry? Broken Legs

Early in the morning, Han Qian made sure that there was nothing wrong with Nuan Wen's body and went to work. Now that Wen Nuan was not at work, Han Qian had to earn wages to keep them alive.

He quite liked this feeling.

As soon as we drove to the company door, we saw two new McLarens parked at the door, one pink and one silver.

Han Qian glanced at his old model. Han Qian muttered that it didn't make any difference. Isn't it just that the kilometers were bigger? But for Qian Wan to buy two at once, Han Qian had to get out of the car and talk about this kid, you also want to give me a new model!

After opening the door and getting out of the car, Han Qian shouted loudly as he watched Qian Wan circling the silver McLaren.

"Prodigal girl, why did you buy such a thing again~"

Qian Wan straightened up and looked at Han Qian, frowning.

"You bring two bubbling eyes! Why don't I buy two? It's my brother Liang's new car!"

"Why?"

Han Qian trotted forward. This time, like Qian Wan, he bent over and walked around the new car to look at it. Su Liang, who was sitting in the driver's seat, laughed and cursed.

"Are you two sick?"

Han Qian looked at Su Liang and asked suspiciously.

"Weird! So weird! Where did you get the money to buy this thing when you left home? Did Quledi buy it for you?"

Su Liang shook his head.

"No, Li Li sent it to me yesterday, saying that we three brothers should have one each. Li Li also gave Lu Ni'er a latest model Mercedes-Benz E and a GLS."

Qian Wan whispered.

"What? Your wife is having sex?"

These words sounded strange to Han Qian and Su Liang. They could understand them, but why did they feel so awkward together?

At this time, a blue BMW appeared in the sight of the three of them. Qu Ledi saw these three McLarens from a distance. He knew that Han Qian had a yellow one, and it was still in Qian Wan's name. Well, that pink car belongs to Qian Wan.

Qian Wan is a not-so-loyal McLaren fan, but this silver one?

Highly fulfilled?

When Qu Ledi opened the door and got out of the car, the door of the silver McLaren was also pushed open. Looking at Su Liang getting out of the car, Qu Ledi frowned. Wearing jeans, she twisted her waist and walked towards Su Liang, frowning.

"Can you three park the car properly? Where's the car show? Qian Wan, did you give your brother the car?"

Qian Wan shook his head blankly.

"No! My sister-in-law... my former sister-in-law bought it!"

After saying this, Han Qian poked Qian Wan on the waist, and Qian Wan turned around and continued.

"Brother, what are you poking at me for? This car you poked at was also a gift from my sister-in-law!"

Qu Ledi looked at Su Liang with a cold face and said coldly.

"Do you like this? McLaren is the least cost-effective among sports cars, and it is only considered entry-level."

Su Liang blinked.

"I've fallen in love with an aircraft carrier, but I can't afford it! Go upstairs and talk to you about the company."

Quledi pouted.

"Upstairs? How? Are you going to my office in the silver McLaren GT your ex-wife bought for you?"

Su Liang said nothing and turned towards the steps. Qu Ledi took a step forward and said softly.

"McLaren must be good to drive, right? At least it still smells like my ex-wife."

Su Liang didn't say anything, and Qu Ledi chased after the strange man until he reached the top of the steps. Su Liang couldn't stand it anymore, turned around and reached out to grab Qu Ledi's collar, and along with Qu Ledi, he Ledi's hands were clamped under his armpits and he forced himself into a silent state.

Qian Wan and Han Qian stood side by side downstairs, Qian Wan crossed her arms and curled her lips.

"Believe it or not, these two must have been sleeping under the covers again recently."

Han Qian turned his head and frowned.

"Can't you?"

Qian Wan pouted.

"Can't? I can't keep yours! I'll go to the General Department, bye!"

Qian Wan ran away, and then Han Qian had three more car keys in his hand.

He is responsible for parking.

One after another, the three cars parked side by side at the main entrance of the company. After thinking for a while, they placed their old model in the middle.

Looking at the three McLarens side by side, Han Qian nodded with satisfaction.

This is art!

"Brother Qian'er! Life is very confusing. Give me some advice!"

Han Qian turned his head and looked at Yao Xue, who was walking over eating pancakes and fruit, and smiled.

"What's up, Sister Xue, why are you still confused in life?"

Yao Xue held up the pancake fruit, Han Qian stretched out his hand and pinched out the fried dough sticks inside and threw it into his mouth, Yao Xue said vaguely.

"It's not that I'm confused. When I saw these three cars, I was thinking, Brother Qian'er, what is the difference between the rich and the capitalists? Why are the rich people called nouveau riche and not capitalists? "

Han Qian took the pancake fruit from Yao Xue's hand and smiled.

"The nouveau riche ask the price, while the capitalists set the price. The difference is that simple."

"Brother Qian'er, are you a capitalist?"

"Brother, you are a third-generation poor peasant!"

Yao Xue took the pancake fruit from Han Qian's hand again and turned around to leave.

"Deputy Liu is looking for you."

Yao Xue left, and Han Qian saw Liu Jiulong standing at the door of the company, shivering from the cold.

Sighed.

Knowing that Deputy Liu would definitely be good at ink marks, he walked up the steps and waved to Liu Jiulong, smiling.

"Good morning, Deputy Liu!"

Liu Jiulong looked at Han Qian with resentment and said seriously.

"I'm not good!"

Han Qian's smile froze on his face, and then he laughed dryly and took out a cigarette and handed one to Liu Jiulong. Liu Jiulong shook his head and the two were in a stalemate. Han Qian wanted to go in, but Liu Jiulong opened his arms to stop him. Qian turned around and left, followed by Liu Jiulong.

Until half past nine, Han Qian felt like he was completely frozen.

"Deputy Liu! Just tell me what you want to do."

Liu Jiulong's eyes suddenly turned red, he lowered his head and spoke aggrievedly.

"Han Qian, I really like Yang Lan. I didn't think anything of her being with Jin Yanzhong before. Jin Yanzhong is handsome and treats Yang Lan well. She is good everywhere. I feel nothing if she is with you, Sister Yang. They are a perfect match. I bless them both from the bottom of my heart, but I really can't accept Fu Dong. He is older than Yang Lan and has a noble status. If he and Yang Lan are together, Beibei will be better in the future! , but Yang Lan is definitely not as happy as when she was with Jin Yanzhong, Qian'er! Can you promise me not to let Fu Dong marry Yang Lan? "

Looking at the hands grabbing his arms, Han Qian grinned at Liu Jiulong.

"That's all? Don't worry, it won't happen at all! Just keep your heart in your stomach. If Yang Lan wants to marry me, her legs will be broken!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Han Qian's ears were grabbed by the smell, the strength, and the feeling.

Han Qian knew it was Yang Lan without even guessing. Han Qian was dragged all the way into the elevator by Yang Lan. After entering the elevator, he kicked Han Qian's calf. Han Qian squatted down in pain, covered his leg and looked up. Looking at Yang Lan.

"Sister Yang, what are you doing?"

Yang Lan lowered his head and frowned.

"What did you say to Liu Jiulong? Han Qian, you think I'm not annoying enough, don't you? Liu Jiulong has been writing on me for so many years, and now I want to find an excuse to make him die by doing mental arithmetic!"

Han Qian frowned.

"Do you really want to marry Fu Dong?"

Yang Lan kicked Han Qian's calf again and said angrily.

"I'm marrying a fool. His smile is full of wrinkles. It makes me sick to look at it. My sister likes young and handsome people! But tell me, is it helpful for you to marry Fu Dong? "

Han Qian stood up and shook his head.

"No, no, no, no, no help at all! Everyone now thinks that Fu Dong has the right, and I will make a lot of money by being my brother-in-law. In fact, this is not the case! Fu Dong needs my help if he wants to hook up with you. You I have nothing to lose by not marrying him. At most, the relationship will not be so good! Marrying him will add a lot of pressure and trouble to me! "

"Oh! You can't marry then!"

Han Qian stretched out his hand and poked Yang Lan's forehead, frowning.

"What have you really thought about?"

Yang Lan nodded.

"Marry if it's in your best interest. No matter who you marry, it's not your fault!"

"Oh! According to what you said, Sister Yang, please carry me to the general department. You will kick my legs and it will hurt!"

"Then just stay in the elevator! Can you not let Fu Dong bother me? I feel like my life is a constant cycle of being pursued, rejected, and pursued! I'm so annoyed."

The elevator door opened and Yang Lan left.

Han Qian stood in the elevator thinking about life.

Why is Yang Lan so popular?

Limping into the General Department, Yang Lan walked out of her office with a water glass. Looking at Han Qian who was limping, Yang Lan hurriedly put down the water glass and stepped forward to help Han Qian.

"Hey, Xiaoqian, what's wrong with your legs?"

Han Qian turned his head and looked at Yang Lan with wide eyes. You kicked me in the elevator just now. Now you ask me what happened? Just as he was about to say what was on his mind, a hand appeared on his side, and Han Qian narrowed his eyes and smiled.

"It's okay. I was accidentally kicked by a dog when I was going upstairs."

Yang Lan smiled and said nothing, helped Han Qian sit on the chair and squatted down. Han Qian panicked and shouted with his eyes wide open.

"What are you going to do!"

"Sister, let's see how the injury is."

Yao Xue, who was sitting opposite Han Qian, looked at Yang Lan with her hands on her chin and sighed.

"Huh, no wonder so many people like Sister Yang because she is so gentle."

Fang Shanshan nodded immediately.

"Yes, yes, yes, I wish I could be as gentle as Sister Yang, gentle, considerate, and pretty."

Han Qian turned his head to look at Fang Shanshan and raised his eyebrows.

"What are you talking about... ow!"

Han Qian lowered his head and glared at Yang Lan. Yang Lan casually threw away two leg hairs and looked at Han Qian with a smile.

"What's wrong? Is it hurt so badly?"