Ex-wife becomes creditor after divorce Season 2

The originally three-hour journey took Yeats alone to drive for four hours. Because there were two children in the car, Yeats drove slowly and steadily.

After getting off the highway, while Yeats was still talking to Han Qian, several young people riding motorcycles whizzed past the car. Han Qian hugged two children who were already asleep and said softly.

"Slower, they have been working with Lao Gu for many days, and they haven't had a good rest."

After saying that, Han Qian took out his mobile phone and sent a message to Toyosuke.

Yeats's car was driving very slowly. Several young people who did not care about life and death did not see Han Qian in the back seat. They only saw Yeats driving. They rode motorcycles around the car and kept harassing him. Yeats didn't take it to heart at all. Get on and continue driving slowly.

boom!

A young man slapped his hand on the glass of the back seat. Han Chong'er was startled. When she opened her eyes, her eyes were full of confusion. At this time, a voice came from outside.

"Fuck you for driving such a good thing! I'm so fucking envious. Damn you, why are you so rich?"

Han Qian frowned slightly and said softly.

"Don't pay attention to them!"

At this time, Han Jia got up and climbed to the passenger seat, opened the hand button and took out a black pistol, turned on the safety, loaded the gun, lowered the window and pulled the trigger.

boom!

There was a gunshot, and the motorcycle outside went silent. Yeats braked and grabbed the pistol from Han Jia's hand and threw it to Han Qian. Han Qian smiled and unloaded the magazine and threw it aside. Yeats started the car again. He kept frowning.

Soon after, both the Mercedes-Benz and Toyosuke's Jetta arrived, and the two went to deal with the shooting. Yeats drove all the way back to his mother-in-law's house.

The two children were so happy when they saw their grandma that they ran all the way into her arms, while Han Qian was dragged by Yeats to the yard by his collar.

"Mr. Han! A fired a gun, and he did it very skillfully! He knew that there was a gun in Liu Shengge's car. He knew how to turn on the safety and how to pull the trigger. This was definitely not the first time he fired a gun! As your father Just smile?"

Han Qian frowned and nodded.

"I'm really not very good at this. Just wait a minute, I'll get a certificate for my son!"

Han Qian was about to run away, Yeats grabbed Han Qian's hair and gritted his teeth.

"Mr. Han! Didn't you understand the situation of the matter? How old is A Yi now? He still lacks the ability to judge the truth of things by himself. What if A Yi shot and injured someone today? He was killed What should we do? You go to Liu Shengge and explain this matter clearly!"

Han Qian got into trouble and crouched down and muttered in a low voice.

"I won't go! If my son kills someone, I will go to jail. This is indeed wrong, Miss Ye, I understand."

Yeats breathed a sigh of relief.

"Just understand."

"I'll have to use a silencer next time!"

Yeats's mentality exploded, and he punched and kicked Han Qian. At this time, Yan Qingqing came back. Looking at Han Qian being beaten and Yeats being violent in the yard, she stepped forward and pulled Yeats away, frowning.

"You beat him? Aren't you tired?"

Yeats was so angry that he turned green and told what happened, especially condemning Han Qian's irresponsible answer.

Yan Qingqing frowned after hearing this.

"It has nothing to do with him. The child has nothing to do with him. He has nothing to do with him except that he is his biological father. Is Jiayi in the house?"

Yeats nodded. Yan Qingqing handed the bag to Yeats, took off her watch and ring, turned around and walked out of the door. When she came back again, she had a wicker in her hand. Seeing this, Han Qian quickly stood up and stopped Yan. Green.

"Mother, please calm down, it's my fault too!"

Yan Qingqing squinted at Han Qian.

"Do you think I won't hit you in a while? Get out of here! Yeats, please pull him aside. Han Qian, let me tell you, you either don't care about the child, or you keep meddling in it, get out of here!"

Yan Qingqing walked into the room holding the wicker. Han Jia panicked when he saw his biological mother walking in. He opened the screen window and ran away. Yan Qingqing was too slow to catch the little brat. At this time, Qian'er's mother frowned and asked road.

"What's wrong, Qingqing? Why did you beat the child just after you came back?"

Yan Qingqing closed her eyes, took a deep breath, and roared in the gentlest tone possible.

"He shot in the street!"

Um?

Qian'er's mother was also stunned, and then looked at the old man, who frowned and spoke seriously.

"How can Jiayi shoot a gun at such a young age? Hiss, this is indeed no small matter."

Then he slapped his leg and said.

"Yes! If you are so brave at such a young age, my grandson can do it!"

The old man received more than twenty slaps in one minute, and Qian'er's mother's mouth trembled with anger. As soon as Han Jia ran into the yard and got into the doghouse, the wicker in Yan Qingqing's hand turned into a stick.

"Come out here."

Han Jia shook his head.

"I won't go out! They slapped the car window to scare my sister and cursed her! If I can't beat them, I'll shoot!"

Han Qian stood not far away and gave his son a thumbs up, and then the father and son laughed.

Yan Qingqing got angry, turned around and went to the kitchen to get a kitchen knife. The next second, Han Jiayi was dragged out of the kennel by two dogs with his clothes in their mouths. When Du Bin went back, he even closed the door. Yan Qingqing Throwing away the kitchen knife and stepping forward, picking up the slippers and pointing them at Han Jiayi's butt was a sign of death.

After a few blows, Han Qian felt distressed and ran forward to hug Yan Qingqing.

"Okay, okay, my son is young and it's me, the father, who didn't take care of me. You can beat me!"

Then Qian'er's mother's stick fell on Han Qian's butt, and Han Qian ran away with a cry.

When Liu Shengge arrived, Han Jiayi was already lying on the floor with his butt naked. Liu Shengge glanced at his red and swollen butt, frowned and looked at Yan Qingqing.

"Why are you so harsh on your children?"

Yan Qingqing frowned.

"Shouldn't we stop shooting in the street?"

Liu Shengge said oh and looked at Jiayi calmly.

"Next time you shoot where no one is, don't get caught."

Yan Qingqing stood up and rushed towards Liu Shengge. Liu Shengge held down Yan Qingqing's head with one hand and frowned.

"Just shoot, it's not too troublesome! In the future, Jia Yi will inherit a lot of things, and have many people to protect, and he also has to be like Han Qian's mother-in-law? He shot and no one was killed, something went wrong. , we old fathers can just go and solve the problem, but Jiayi, you deserve to be beaten, how can you let your mother know?"

Yan Qingqing frowned and said angrily.

"Liu Shengge, get out of here!"

Liu Shengge curled her lips and left. Did the person who called and made a fuss think it was such a big deal? Wasn't it just a shot?

If you go to the yamen gate and say hello, can't you just say that Feng Lun did it?

Liu Shengge left, and Han Chong'er ran over when he was going out.

"Dad Liu, if you are not busy, you can send me to Mom's place."

Liu Shengge picked up Han Chong'er and frowned.

"Your mother probably doesn't really want to see you."

"You can throw me into a mud puddle later, and then go see my mother!"

At nine o'clock in the evening, Ji Jing opened the door. When she saw Han Chong'er standing at the door, Ji Jing was slightly startled.

boom!

The door is closed.

Han Chong'er was also stunned, and then banged the door hard.

"Ms. Ji Jing, you'd better open the door for me, or I'll sue you for abandonment! Open the door, open the door! I know you are at home, don't hide in there and keep silent, I know you are at home, Ji Jing~Ji Jing ~Ji Jing~Open the door~Open the door~"