Ex-wife becomes creditor after divorce Season 2.

Chapter 1385 Disgusting Turtle
When Bai Tao sent Han Qian to the hospital, Qian Wan and Yao Xue were already there.

Looking at Dong Yangjie who was lying on the hospital bed with the quilt covering his face, Han Qian covered his face and took a deep breath.

"What the hell is going on? Who did he fight with? I'm going to break his legs right now!"

Dong Yangjie whispered "Don't bring your uncle with you", and Han Qian frowned.

"Do I need to bring your aunt along? I'm asking you to talk now! Who!"

Han Qian felt that his body temperature had risen, and now steam would come out when he poured some water on himself.

Dong Yangjie showed half of his head, which was wrapped in bandages. He blinked at Han Qian and whispered.

"Aniki, I'm really fine."

Qian Wan, who was standing by, crossed her arms and frowned.

"Brother, don't ask. He didn't even know who hit him. He was walking on the street when he was suddenly hit by a club and then sent here. There were no surveillance cameras on the street at the time, so he had no idea who hit him!"

Han Qian felt a lump in his chest. It didn't feel right to stand there and raise his hand, nor did it feel right to put his hand down. He turned his head to look at the vase beside him and was about to punch it when Yao Xue shouted.

"Brother Qian'er, forty-five!"

The fist stopped about ten centimeters away from the vase, and Han Qian slapped his thigh in anger.

In the end, Han Qian couldn't bear to smash the forty-five-yuan vase. He pointed at Dong Yangjie but couldn't curse him because he was already lying there.

After leaving the ward, Han Qian sat unsteadily on the chair and looked at the ceiling.

I was so angry that I felt terrible.

The more he thought about it, the angrier he became, and Han Qian walked into the doctor's office.

"Come on, give me some euthanasia. Damn it, I've had enough of living."

The doctors tried to comfort the patient, and soon a psychologist was called in.

After listening to Han Qian's experiences and troubles, the psychologist said he wanted to see a psychologist when he left the ward. This was too upsetting.

If Han Qian was more mature as Sun Zhengmin said, he would have been tortured to death long ago.

First there was Feng Lun, then there were Lin Zongheng, Liu Shengge, Chen Qiang, Chen Lei and Li Shaoqi. A normal person would probably have been tortured to death by the first Feng Lun.

How the hell do I live this fucking life?
Walking out of the hospital, Han Qian felt that the air was bitter. After taking a few steps, his head began to buzz with pain. Squatting in the corner at the hospital entrance, Han Qian took out his mobile phone and called the old Taoist priest.

"Grandpa God~"

"Unlucky grandson~"

The old Taoist priest is still as frivolous as ever, Han Qian said in a low voice, covering his head.

"I want to ask how powerful you are? Can you help me revive someone?"

There was silence on the other end of the phone. After a long time, the old Taoist priest took a deep breath.

"Han Qian, I didn't expect that you would discover this secret. I won't hide it from you anymore. I am the reincarnation of the legendary Emperor Ziweixing. Not only can I resurrect people, I can also turn back time!"

Han Qian frowned slightly.

"Are you kidding me?"

The old Taoist said in a low voice.

"You were joking with me first, weren't you? How can I revive you if you're already dead? If I had that ability, would I still let you bully me? I can kill you a dozen times a day, and then revive you a dozen times to relieve my hatred."

After calling the old Taoist priest, Han Qian felt even worse.

Lin Zongheng was now like a fly buzzing in his ear. What was even more infuriating was that when he was about to hit him, he flew up again and he could no longer reach him.

After sitting on the steps and lighting a cigarette, Han Qian simply lay down on the steps. He called Lin Zongheng but he didn't answer. While lying there, Han Qian saw a familiar guy parked his car on the road not far away.

There are only two Huahua and Bald Binhai. Han Qian didn't stand up when he saw this guy. He dared to come because he was fully prepared. Han Qian didn't want to continue arguing with Sun Zhengmin at this time.

Just ignore him.

The two sides were in a stalemate for about twenty minutes. Li Guangxi drove away. Han Qian stood up and walked into the hospital. Instead of seeing Dong Yangjie, he went directly to see the doctor for his waist. While the doctor was giving him a massage, Han Qian received a call from Song Jing.

"Manager Song?"

Song Jing said softly.

"Yeah, Han Qian, do you have time? Come to the company. A bald guy just brought a package over and said it was for you. He must ask me to call you over before he can open it."

Han Qian stood up suddenly and frowned.

"No eyebrows, right? Don't touch this package now, wait for me to come over!"

Now Lin Zongheng began to target those people around Han Qian who were not very close to him but were very familiar to him.

These people had no involvement in anything between Han Qian and him, but Lin Zongheng knew Han Qian. It was these innocent people who were implicated because of him that caused Han Qian to have a hurdle in his heart for the rest of his life.

Han Qian hurried to the HR department of Honor, and Song Jing pointed at the package on the table.

"I didn't dare to move. I asked the people in the department to go out and take care of other things. I didn't dare to say it was unsafe, for fear that someone would panic." Han Qian took a deep breath.

"Next time, don't accept anything that's unclear or incomprehensible. Get out first!"

Song Jing stood up and walked out of the Human Resources Department. Han Qian took a look at the package, walked forward and violently opened it.

As a result, a toy bomb model appeared in Han Qian's sight. Han Qian picked up the card, opened it and took a look.

[Don’t be too lax, I’ll give you a real one next time! ]

Looking at the toy bomb in front of him, Han Qian curled his lips. The moment he reached out to pick up the bomb, flour sprayed out from it, accurately spraying Han Qian's face.

Han Qian nodded, then roared.

"Fuck your mother!"

In Yang Lan's office, Yang Lan was wiping the flour off Han Qian's face with a towel. Han Qian was so angry that the corners of his mouth kept twitching. Yang Lan whispered.

"Why are you so angry~"

Han Qian didn't want to talk. After Yang Lan carefully wiped Han Qian's face, she still felt it was not clean. She wanted to take Han Qian to the bathroom to wash his hair, but she was worried about Han Qian's waist.

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Five minutes later, Han Qian was lying on the table in the general department. Yang Lan took a basin of water and washed his hair like she was washing a child's hair.

It happened that Qin Xue came to the General Affairs Department to get some information, and he looked at Yang Lan and smiled.

"This guy, you're just about to serve him dinner. Han Qian, your waist isn't healed yet?"

Han Qian still didn't want to talk, so Qin Xue took a photo and sent it to the executive group. Soon, half of the executives of Honor came over to watch Han Qian. Wang Shushan rolled up his sleeves and walked forward.

"Come on, let me try. I've been washing my grandson's hair every day lately, so I'll try it on him today too!"

Han Qian gritted his teeth and said.

"Fuck off!"

Wang Shushan didn't listen to Han Qian at all and started rubbing.

"Han Qian! Are you licking the heavenly palace's face? Tell me, is the lock burned? Have you eaten all the rice?"

Han Qian said calmly with his eyes closed.

"Don't force me. I'm going to beat you up and then you start clamoring to resign. I'm in a terrible mood right now. You guys better be careful recently. There's someone who's researching me. I'm worried that they're researching you. Song Jing, Qin Xue, you two should be careful. Don't worry about Wang Shushan. He's quite old and he's dead. When the time comes, you guys, gurgle~"

Wang Shushan took the small cup and poured water into Han Qian's mouth. Han Qian stood up and glared at Wang Shushan.

"Are you sick?"

Wang Shushan laughed.

"Just vent it out. If you really feel uncomfortable, just beat me up."

Han Qian sighed.

“I can’t do it.”

"You didn't beat me like this back then."

"Weren't you young and ignorant at that time?"

At this time, Yang Lan handed the phone to Han Qian.

"Qian'er, you may have to go and get busy. Something happened with Li Yang."

Han Qian got up and ran, went out and took Qin Xue's car keys with one hand, went downstairs, started the car and drove straight to Rongyao. Just as he passed the traffic light and was about to brake, he found that the brakes of the car failed.

However, this car did not have a manual handbrake. Han Qian held the horn tightly, and when he was about to hit a passerby, Han Qian suddenly turned the steering wheel and crashed into a box truck.

All the airbags popped out, and fortunately Qin Xue's German-imported thing was sturdy.

He kicked open the car door and got out. His freshly washed hair was covered with white again. After getting out of the car, Han Qian first looked at the driver of the box truck and knocked on the door.

"Don't be afraid. Someone tampered with my brakes. I'll compensate you with a new car later. Call the police now and ask the traffic police captain to come over."

Then Han Qian took out his cell phone and made a warm call.

"What happened to Li Yang?"

Wen Nuan said in a low voice.

"I don't know. Chaochao wants to resign. I don't know what happened now. I'm asking. If you are busy, don't come over."

"Not busy, but you have to wait for me."

As he spoke, red liquid flowed down Han Qian's forehead. Han Qian hung up the phone, took a deep breath, and called Lin Zongheng again, but still no one answered.

At this time, Lin Zongheng was hiding in a car not far away, looking at the embarrassed Han Qian, smoking a cigarette and smiling.

"Don't worry, Han Qian, let's wait a moment. I will give you a chance for revenge! I will definitely do it."

(End of this chapter)