Ex-wife becomes creditor after divorce Season 2

Finally, Han Qian found Yan Qingqing in the warm office. The empress was wearing a pair of loose trousers and her legs were draped on the back of the sofa. The trousers legs slipped down to reveal her legs that were tightly wrapped in bandages. She was lying on the sofa with her head hanging down and drinking wine. Her wavy red hair fell to the ground, and her hands were tied with bandages.

At this time, in the eyes of the empress, Han Qian was standing upside down.

Han Qian looked at Yan Qingqing, whose neck was wrapped with bandages, frowned and said softly.

"Where are you injured? Why is there so much bleeding in the office?"

Yan Qingqing poked the screen with her bandaged hands and said lazily.

"Auntie is here, it's not a big problem."

Han Qian walked up and sat next to Yan Qingqing. Looking at Yan Qingqing's strange posture, he did not dare to reach out and touch her for fear of touching her injured area. Han Qian frowned.

"Where are you injured?"

"The sternum hurts, rub it for me."

Han Qian really didn't think much about it. Just when he was about to reach out his hand, he realized something was wrong. He scratched his head and opened his mouth. Yan Qingqing curled her lips and said.

"I told you it's okay. I'm not that kind of pretentious little girl. You don't need to waste time on me. You should be busy with your work. I'm harming Nuan Nuan."

Nuan Nuan also raised his head and waved to Han Qian.

"Just go and do your business. Yan Hu is disgusting with me here, so go and do your business."

The two women's attitude towards Han Qian was to let him go wherever he should go. Now this is the battlefield that belongs to both of them. Han Qian stood up and took two steps, then turned his head and asked.

"You weren't shot, were you?"

Yan Qingqing simply stopped talking.

Judging from her mental state, she should have suffered superficial injuries.

When leaving Changxiang, Su Liang called.

"I heard that the empress was injured?"

Han Qian hummed and then lit a cigarette.

"We can't keep this piece of shit like Feng Lun, again and again, and again."

"Well, I just arrived at Glory. You should go about your business first and spend time with your concubine. I will support you and your concubine until the very end. Okay! I'll go do my business."

After hanging up the phone, Han Qian squatted on the steps with a gloomy expression.

Originally my idea was very simple and straightforward.

Looking for revenge on Chen Qiang, the result is now good. Chen Qiang is also a tool, and his hatred has been reduced by half. The bastard is alive. The old and new grudges are calculated together. This is not enough. All cats and dogs come to Binhai to dance, which makes Han's revenge unable to be solved. success.

However, at this time Feng Lun came over again to act mean.

After smoking a cigarette, Han Qian stood up and opened the car door and returned to Honor. When Han Qian walked into Yan Qingqing's office, the entire office had been cleaned up. The sofa and coffee table had been replaced with new ones. Su Liang and Gao Fuli stood in front of the window chatting.

Seeing Han Qian come in, they both turned their heads at the same time, and Su Liang pointed to Yan Qingqing's chair.

"Everything is ready for you. The TV station and all the media in Fengtian have been contacted. If you don't give any information, you will be criticized. You don't care about this. Lao Gao and I can't think about this. I have already spoken to the outside world in your name. A notice has been issued. Anyone who provides any clues to Feng Lun can come to Glory to get money. Anyone who catches Feng Lun can come to you and make offers. Since Feng Lun attacked us unreasonably, there is no need to kill him. Li Shaoqi’s affairs are convenient."

Gao Xingcheng smiled and nodded.

"I just chatted with Su Liang for a while. Lin Zongheng's two parties have something to say about urban construction. Cheng Jin will definitely appear in the same place with Li Shaoqi. This is also why they are looking for an amulet for Li Shaoqi. If Li Shaoqi dies in Cheng In front of Jin Jin, even if Cheng Jin didn’t make any mistakes, he still made mistakes.”

Su Liang nodded and smiled.

"So what I mean this time is to prevent Feng Lun and Li Shaoqi from meeting each other. We have to worry about the face of Feng Lun at this time. As for Li Shaoqi, whose son will he kill? Isn't Feng Lun so arrogant? Or we didn’t take care of him, and Feng Lun can’t die now, we have to catch him.”

Gao Xingyi narrowed his eyes and smiled.

"Who will take the blame for us if he dies?"

Han Qian closed his eyes and sighed.

"I really had murderous intentions towards Feng Lun this time, but after hearing what you said, my heart has calmed down a lot. He shot at my empress last night."

Su Liang pouted.

"Not to mention whether he wants to kill the empress or not, it's hard to hit a chicken with his shooting skills, huh? Gao Jingcheng, do you think you're a little disappointed by your sigh?"

Gao Xingyi turned his head and looked out the window without speaking.

On the same day, Glory released the news.

After catching Feng Lun, they wanted to see him dead or alive, so the men in District 8 began to investigate from house to house.

The news that Han Qian wanted to kill Feng Lun soon spread in Binhai. Lin Zongheng and Chen Qiang were a little confused by Han Qian's sudden actions. Why did Han Qian and Feng Lun suddenly have a falling out? ?

Lin Zongheng and Chen Qiang didn't care about what happened between Han Qian and Feng Lun, but Li Shaoqi was a little flustered. Could it be that this was a trap they dug for him?

Han Qian, who had no intention of working, returned home early and told Nuan Nuan to take his wife home with him in the evening.

Wen Nuan sternly rejected this and made a bunch of angry expressions.

After two minutes, Nuan Nuan sent a few words.

[Don’t cook her favorite dishes! 】

Han Qian, who was lying on the sofa, thought for a few seconds and replied.

[The refrigerator is empty, you need to buy groceries. 】

Nuan Nuan looked at the text message, then raised his head to look at Yan Qingqing, already thinking about what to cook for the evening.

At this time, Han Qian was lying on the sofa and called Ji Jing.

"Aunt Ji, let me ask you something. What's going on with Tong Yao's belly?"

Ji Jing, who had also just arrived home from get off work, tilted her head and held her cell phone up, wondering in a low voice.

"Bummy? What's wrong with her belly? Oh, are you talking about pregnancy? The doctor told her that she has weak bones and asked her to exercise more and keep fit, but she was too lazy to move. Then she went over and told you that she couldn't get pregnant, and tried to defraud you of your money. .”

No stammering, no hesitation.

Aunt Ji was definitely not lying. Han Qian's right hand changed from a claw to a fist, and finally he squeezed it seven times and asked.

"You mean..."

"My meaning is very obvious. My eldest nephew won't believe it, right? When Tongyao told us, only Cai Qinghu believed it, and the others remained skeptical. Oh! Our mother also nagged her, saying Why is this kid Tongtong talking so much about trains?"

Han Qian took a deep breath.

"I really have no idea what to do with the nursery rhyme. Why don't you come to my house in the evening? Your Majesty will come over in the evening, but you know her warm personality. She won't let her eat. Aunt Ji, can you bring some ingredients over? I'm thinking a little bit. is you."

Ji Jing turned around and put on her shoes and whispered softly.

"If you ask me to run errands, just run errands. Why do you say it so nice~ It sounds so happy."

Han Qian chuckled.

At six o'clock in the evening, Nuan Nuan came back first with Yan Qingqing, holding a piece of white tofu in her hand. Although Yan Qingqing was injured, Nuan Nuan still hated her for eating her snacks.

"Brother Qian, let's eat tofu mixed with green onions for dinner. I haven't had much appetite recently."

The bandaged Yan Qingqing didn't take what Wen Nuan said to heart at all, and she didn't care what she ate. Yan Qingqing didn't seem to have any requirements in life, such as eating, drinking, having fun, food, clothing, housing, and transportation. Apart from not returning or changing her clothes, she seemed to like wearing pants. There are no living requirements.

When Wen Nuan was feeling proud, Aunt Ji opened the door and walked in. Wen Nuan looked at Ji Jing who walked in, puffed up her cheeks and stared at Ji Jing, and then stepped forward step by step.

"You! Why! You all have it! The key to my home..."

A box of spicy crabs was held by Ji Jing with both hands and brought to Warm's mouth.

"It's fragrant, spicy, and beautiful."

The warm face is like that of the Peking Opera singer, squinting and smiling.

“Prepare a few more next time so you don’t lose it and lose it.”

Ji Jing smiled at Nuan Nuan.

"Nuan Nuan, you look so beautiful."

Wen Nuan, who had already begun to press the lid of the box, nodded seriously.

"Yes! I'm super beautiful, okay."