Ex-wife becomes creditor after divorce Season 2

This night and the warmth almost made everyone think like a dog.

Neither of them spoke when they went to work in the morning. Han Qian's right eye socket was blue and his warm fingers were swollen.

No one knew what happened specifically, but they knew that the quilt that had been covering Han Qian's bed for seven years was torn.

Han Qian drove slowly out of the community, and the next second a red Alfa Romeo sped past on the right.

"Bang!"

Han Qian pushed open the car door and roared.

"You're throwing money away, and the territory is in trouble! Didn't I just say that you are worthless?"

As soon as he finished speaking, the red Alfa Romeo turned around and headed towards Pamela. Han Qian didn't even dare to get in the car and ran away. Romeo and Pamela had a close encounter early in the morning. Nuannuan got out of the car and shook his hair and screamed.

"You bastard, come back! I have to kill you today! Ah!!!!!!"

Han Qian hid in the security booth, hugged the security guard's shoulders and smiled.

"Look, my wife has taken an artistic approach recently. Is this soprano awesome?"

Wen Nuan drove for a long time before Han Qian dared to run out of the security booth. Ever since he was hit by Yeats last time, Han Qian was really worried. He always suspected that these girls wanted to kill him so that they could inherit his Nokia.

There’s nothing valuable anywhere in my body!

Driving to the company, Han Qian's latest goal is not to be late. When passing by the Second Hospital, his cell phone suddenly started rebelling. After answering the phone, Han Qian laughed.

"What's wrong, uncle?"

"I saw Wen Nuan just now. What happened to her car? Did it hit the front of her car?"

Han Qian lit a cigarette and smiled.

"It's okay, you bumped into me."

"So how are you now?"

"Alive!"

"That's good."

Li Jinhai hung up the phone, and Han Qian whistled and headed to the company. After walking a few steps, the traffic policeman stood in front and raised his right hand to him. After Han Qian parked the car, the traffic policeman came over and saluted Han Qian.

"Driver's license, driving license."

Han Qian hesitated for a few seconds, then grinned.

"I didn't bring it."

"Name, ID number, no motor vehicle number plate, no temporary license plate, fined 2,000, and 12 points deducted."

Um?

Han Qian pushed open the car door, got out of the car and looked at Pamela's injured front of the car.

What about the license plate?

Han Qian turned his head and looked at the traffic policeman. Han Qian scratched his head.

He doesn't have a driver's license!

Han Qian took a deep breath, and then reported Nuan Nuan's ID card to the traffic police. After checking, the traffic police held the instrument next to Han Qian's face for comparison and frowned.

"No matter how I look at you, you are not a woman?"

Han Qian patted his chest and shouted.

"What? What? Wen Nuan's breasts are similar to mine, how can she be a woman!"

Not long after, Baitao came, got out of the car and pointed Han Qian at the traffic police.

"It's useless to deduct points. His driver's license is in Cheng Jin's hands. Just fine him 1 point and 200 points."

The traffic policeman raised his right hand in salute to Baitao.

"White spine."

Han Qian whispered.

"Her surname is not Bai, her surname is Ai."

Baitao rolled her eyes at Han Qian.

"I love you mom, you drive without a license plate? How many people envy your 1234 license plate? Where's the license plate? What? Your eyes are so blue that you are so embarrassed to see people even remove the license plate? Oh, Han Qian, what are you doing? Is your face on the front of the car? Did you eat the license plate?”

Han Qian curled his lips and looked at Baitao disdainfully.

"You have very good eyesight. Don't be so obsessive. Research and find the license plate for me. This license plate belongs to my mother-in-law. I want to throw it away. My mother-in-law can kill me. I'll get back the license plate of the Pami that lost off the cliff." ”

Baitao put her arms around Han Qian's neck and smiled at the traffic policeman.

"Just take the car to the traffic police team, and then contact Yang Lan from Glory. I'll take this guy away. I have something to do with him. I'll ask Yang Lan for the fine."

After being stuffed into the cab of the A6 by Baitao, Han Qian smiled at Baitao, then stepped on the accelerator and ran away.

He was just thrown in front of the four traffic police uncles by Baitao, and drove away in this Binhai 0001 black plate A6.

Baitao stood there biting his upper lip and staring at the car leaving. After a few seconds, Baitao smiled and stretched out his hand to stop a taxi.

"Glory Group."

Then he took out his cell phone and called Cheng Jin.

"Research and fine Glory a few million. The bastard stole my car and threw it on the viaduct!"

Cheng Jin couldn't help but laugh.

"Well~ This is indeed something he can do."

As soon as Han Qian arrived at the company, he saw Yang Lan hurriedly walking down the steps. Yesterday she was wearing a red waist dress, today Sister Yang was wearing a dark blue one... Han Qian couldn't describe this kind of dress.

One-piece bloomers?

"Sister Yang, how do you adjust your clothes to go to the toilet?"

Yang Lan, who hurried past A6, came back. He bent down and looked at Han Qian sitting in the cab. After hesitating for about three seconds, Yang Lan reached out and pinched Han Qian's ears.

"Damn kid, why did your car crash? I feel heartbroken when I receive the call. How many years have you owned your Pami? Except for the steering wheel, there is nothing original, right?"

Han Qian bared his teeth and smiled.

Check out the 16-9 book bar and see the correct version!

"As long as the car belongs to the original manufacturer, it's fine. Sister Yang, if you want to go to the traffic police team, you can drive this car."

Yang Lan took two steps back.

"No, I don't dare to drive this car! Han Qian, I have to tell you, this car is exclusive to Bai Shuji, not a bus, no! Mr. Yan is calling."

Yang Lan answered the phone, Yan Qingqing stood in front of the window and frowned, looking down at A6 downstairs.

"Baitao's car? Why did she come to Glory?"

Yang Lan turned around and looked up at the Honor Office Building, smiling.

"Your baby bump came here."

"This bastard!"

Yan Qingqing hung up the phone, and Yang Lan just turned around and saw Baitao getting out of the taxi.

At this moment, Yang Lan's head felt a little short-circuited.

Han Qian drives a 0001 A6, Baitao takes a taxi?

Yang Lan ran away.

When walking past Baitao, Baitao grabbed his arm.

"Sister Yang, wait a minute. The traffic police team is not in a hurry. Did you buy clothes like this at a department store? Why are they different on me and on you?"

Han Qian got out of the car, lit a cigarette, leaned against the car door and smiled.

"Isn't that nonsense? I, Sister Yang, dress elegantly, but you are like a Chinese monkey wearing a cheongsam. There is no beauty at all."

Baitao was too lazy to talk to Han Qian and pulled Yang Lan to ask again.

"Your skin is also very good. Please tell me what cosmetics you use. Look at my face, it's too dry."

Yang Lan smiled.

"Will you wait for me in my office later? I'll have it in my office."

Han Qian curled his lips and said again.

"You are an old cabbage gangster. How can you compare with me, Sister Yang? I am 18 years old, and my skin can be broken by a bullet. If you don't believe me, don't ask Liu Jiulong."

Baitao looked at Han Qian and spat out two sentences from the Three-Character Sutra. Yang Lan looked embarrassed, and Baitao said again.

"Yang Lan, please drive my car and do the maintenance for me. They won't charge me if I go. I'm in trouble. Tell me how much it will cost then. Just deduct it from Han Qian's fine. Go Busy."

Yang Lan drove away, and Han Qian crossed his arms and looked at the leaving car.

"When young people drive an A6, it feels like a college student wearing an executive jacket. This car is really not suitable for me, Sister Yang."

Turning his head and staring at Baitao's face.

"But it's definitely for you."

"Forget it, damn it! Go to your office."

"The second young master in the backyard is in the hospital. Let's go to the kennel to chat."

Baitao looked at Han Qian and sighed, helplessly.

"Han Qian, why are you so mean? I really can't treat you and the Han Qian in my mind as the same person."

Han Qian grinned.

"You will look so barren~"