Ex-wife becomes creditor after divorce Season 2

At ten o'clock in the evening, Yan Qingqing was working overtime alone at Glory. She had just hung up the video conference on her mobile phone and chatted with Dongyang Jie for a long time. Yan Qingqing had very few ideas.

When Lin Mengde was alive, Glory could compete with Changxiang. Now that Nuan Nuan is the head of the family, Glory can't compare to Changxiang?

They were a family for the time being, but in business or life, Yan Qingqing couldn't accept the warmth that was weighing on her.

They are all beauties above 90%. Why are you so warm?

Yan Qingqing knew that she was not smart, or even clumsy. Liu Shengge had told her many times before that if Yan Qingqing had not had a perfect face, she would not have chosen her as her student. He taught Yan Qingqing how to take advantage of her as a woman. , people with different personalities have different ways of getting along with each other.

There is also the character of the empress.

Brave, aggressive and bold.

Daring to fight against the odds is like placing all the bets on Han Qian.

Yan Qingqing glanced at her phone and saw a message from her son.

[Mom, Tomb-Sweeping Day is coming. Do we have any graves that need to be visited? 】】

Yan Qingqing replied with a dark face.

【Your mom died. 】

Putting down her phone and stretching, Yan Qingqing took out the half-eaten bread from the drawer and took a bite. She picked up the cold coffee and was about to drink it when she heard very light footsteps. Stop outside your own door.

Feng Lun stood outside the door of Yan Qingqing's office. Feng Lun knew many of the women around Han Qian, but he only knew very little about Yan Qingqing. They had met a few times, and the most profound impression was just to get together. Chiron that night.

very beautiful.

This is the only evaluation Feng Lun can give to Yan Qingqing. If asked, he would add something more.

That's one thing more beautiful than warmth.

She is also the only woman who gave birth to a son for Han Qian, and is now the biggest contributor to the Han family.

After waiting quietly for about two minutes, Feng Lun straightened his collar, pushed the door open and entered with a smile on his face.

"Mr. Yan, long time no see."

The woman sitting behind the desk was holding coffee with one hand and putting one hand under the table. Facing Feng Lun who suddenly appeared, Yan Qingqing frowned slightly and asked.

"Who are you? Have we met?"

Feng Lun walked into the office and closed the door gently, bowed slightly and saluted, smiling.

"Mr. Yan is such a noble man who forgets things. This is not the first time I have met you, Feng Lun."

Yan Qingqing frowned and stared at Feng Lun for a few seconds, then put down the coffee cup and said calmly.

"Feng Lun? I don't know him. I don't have much impression. Why did you come to see me so late?"

When Feng Lun raised his head, his face was already a little ugly, and he frowned as he looked at Yan Qingqing's mouth.

"We met at Juyuan Kailong's Mid-Autumn Festival Party."

Yan Qingqing stopped looking at Feng Lun and stared at the computer indifferently.

"There were too many people that night. I won't be impressed by cats and dogs."

Feng Lun raised his head slightly and covered his face with one hand and smiled.

"It seems that I still know too little about Mr. Yan! I need Han Qian to help me kill Li Shaoqi, but Han Qian is not very obedient."

Yan Qingqing nodded.

"Well, he is not very obedient and is quite rebellious, like a child who has not grown up."

Feng Lun smiled.

"Yes! It's too rebellious, so if I want Han Qian to be obedient, I have to wrong Mr. Yan."

Yan Qingqing looked at Feng Lun again, with a bit of repulsion and contempt in her eyes, and frowned.

"You? Make me feel wronged? You don't deserve it!"

Two questions, one yes.

Feng Lun, who looked at capitalists through colored glasses, felt that his patience was about to be worn out. He took a deep breath and smiled.

"You should also know something about my affairs. Shouldn't Li Shaoqi die?"

Yan Qingqing frowned.

"Feng Lun, you are so unmanly, really! I really don't want to say that I know you. What do you see in my eyes?"

Feng Lun lit a cigarette and smiled.

"Contempt, rejection, like looking at trash."

Yan Qingqing nodded.

"Yes, I just look at you like you are trash. What should a man do when he is wronged? Think about how to do it instead of talking about it every day. Bad people are bad people and bad seeds are bad seeds. They treat your You keep talking about grievances, you are the only one who has been wronged in this world? Do you know why I always raise my head to look at Han Qian? Because my man will not speak out when he is wronged, and will not let anyone know about him. When you are wronged, you don’t need anyone to pity you, but you are different! You always hope that the whole world will pity you, a poor thing, because you know that everything you do is wrong, because you are Doubt yourself, got it? Rubbish!"

When Yan Qingqing said these words, murderous intent appeared twice in Feng Lun's eyes, and Yan Qingqing also noticed it.

Afraid?

I, Yan Qingqing, am only afraid that my general will leave me!

"I always talk about revenge for Yang Caihuan and act very affectionate. What did Yang Caihuan leave for you in the end? You are just using Yang Caihuan's death as a reason to gain attention and pity. Don't pretend to be an affectionate man. You tarnish the word love.”

"Yan Qingqing··"

"You don't need to call me by my name, and don't think that you can attack me with your flexible words. I'm so sorry. I only have my man in my heart, and my brain is not very good. I can't listen to you even if you say too much. I understand, but you asked me to help you and asked my man to compromise. I advise you to find someone else. You have found the wrong person tonight."

Feng Lun took a deep breath and smiled.

"Indeed, nothing I say will be of any use to a woman like you who accepts death. Of course, please understand one thing, Mr. Yan. This is not an invitation."

A pair of handcuffs were thrown on the table, Yan Qingqing looked at them and sneered.

"You want me to throw myself into a trap? Are you awake?"

Feng Lun shrugged and stepped forward.

"I still advise you to be obedient, so as not to suffer the consequences of your skin and flesh."

Yan Qingqing's eyes were full of disdain. Just when Feng Lun walked to the desk and stretched out his hand to get the handcuffs on the desk, a white steel baseball bat struck Feng Lun's right ear with a breaking sound. Feng Lun quickly leaned back, The baseball bat grazed the tip of my nose.

There was a feeling of touch even without touching the skin. Yan Qingqing was holding a baseball bat in her hand, and her entire right hand was wrapped with tape. Unless the arm was cut off, it was impossible for the bat to escape.

Feng Lun looked at Yan Qingqing.

This woman seems really different from Han Qian's other women.

Feng Lun took a deep breath and took out his pistol and pointed it at Yan Qingqing.

"I advise you to give up struggling!"

Yan Qingqing stood up, walked around the desk and kicked off a pair of red high heels on her feet, walked towards Feng Lun barefoot, holding a baseball bat in her right hand and twirling it gently, Feng Lun frowned and growled.

"I told you to be honest."

Yan Qingqing frowned.

"No one can command me except my general."

Feng Lun took a step back and took out the silencer and screwed it on the pistol, while Yan Qingqing stepped forward step by step, not afraid at all because of the pistol. Looking at Yan Qingqing who was gradually approaching, Feng Lun raised the pistol, pointed it at Yan Qingqing and pulled the trigger.

Chirp!

A lock of burgundy wavy hair slowly fell to the ground.

The bullet passed through the thick long hair next to Yan Qingqing's ear. Yan Qingqing continued to walk towards Feng Lun expressionlessly. After two steps, Yan Qingqing suddenly raised the baseball bat in her hand and hit Feng Lun on the head. Feng Lun ducked sideways, and the baseball The stick hit the glass coffee table.

Broken glass splashed, and Feng Lun kicked Yan Qingqing on the side. Yan Qingqing's body tilted, and she bent over and hit Feng Lun's head with a baseball bat in both hands. Feng Lun kept retreating and raised his hand. He picked up his pistol and fired twice at Yan Qingqing.

Feng Lun didn't dare to shoot Yan Qingqing, let alone kill this woman.

He knew clearly that if he killed Yan Qingqing, Han Qian would catch him even if he fled to the ends of the earth.

Feng Lun took two steps back and roared angrily.

"Yan Qingqing, don't force me! Come with me, nothing will happen!"

Yan Qingqing raised her left hand to lift her long hair out of her eyes and sneered.

"Remember! As long as my man stands behind me and fires a hundred thousand arrows, I, Yan Qingqing, dare to charge alone!"

As soon as she finished speaking, Yan Qingqing rushed towards Feng Lun. Her white feet stepped on the broken glass shards as if she was unconscious. A baseball bat hit Feng Lun on the side of her waist. Feng Lun kicked Yan Qingqing in the severe pain. face.

Feng Lun couldn't hit him, but he was a man, and Yan Qingqing was a petite woman. Yan Qingqing fell to the ground, and the back of her head hit the floor hard. Feng Lun covered her side and took a step forward. With just one step, Yan Qingqing suddenly sat up. , wiped the bright red flowing from his nose, stood up, took a deep breath, and headed towards Feng Lun again with the baseball bat!

Being knocked to the ground again and again, and fists falling on the head again and again, Yan Qingqing would get up every time she fell. She knew she couldn't beat Feng Lun, but she knew that as long as she could hit Feng Lun's head once.

He must die!

After more than ten minutes of stalemate, Feng Lun, who had already received two sticks, couldn't bear it anymore and gritted his teeth and said angrily.

"Madman, I'm so fucking sick that I would choose you, a madman."

After saying this, Feng Lun turned around and opened the door to leave. As Feng Lun walked out, he held his side and took a breath. When he took out a cigarette and was about to light it, Feng Lun suddenly quickened his pace and ran towards the elevator.

He thought that Yan Qingqing would hide in the office and cry, thinking that she would survive the disaster. He never expected that this woman would dare to open the door and chase her out.

Yan Qingqing chased Feng Lun with a bat, leaving a footprint on the dark gray floor tiles on the 14th floor of Glory with every step she took.

Bright red roses.

Rose with thorns.

Feng Lun stood in the elevator and frantically pressed the button to close the door. Looking at the woman who was like a madman, Feng Lun knew that he had to leave. He could not waste time here or get hurt in the hands of this woman. He looked at the elevator door. Quickly closing it, Feng Lungang breathed a sigh of relief.

bump!

There was a bulge in the elevator door in front of him.

Feng Lun was frightened to drop the cigarette from his mouth. After going downstairs, he quickly rushed out of the front entrance of Honor Group. After getting in the car, Feng Lun turned his head and glanced at the front entrance of Honor Group.

A woman with disheveled hair stood in the doorway carrying a baseball bat.

Feng Lun lifted up his vest and looked at the blood on his side. He felt pain even when he breathed. This crazy woman's two sticks landed on his side. As expected, there should be blood vessels ruptured in his side.

Thinking that the party was only half a month away, Feng Lun waved and slapped himself.

"I'm sick? Why should I provoke this lunatic?"