Ex-wife becomes creditor after divorce Season 2.

Chapter 1457: I just want to see Han Qian extremely corrupt
After being released from prison, Han Qian maintained a normal nine-to-five life, laughing and joking in the general department every day, and talking about life with Son Zhengmin when he returned home at night.

Sun Zhengmin got help from an expert and fought with Han Qian to the extreme, but he just refused to come to Binhai. Whenever Han Qian had the slightest thought of going to Fengtian, Sun Zhengmin would clamor to go to a meeting.

Just don't meet.

You, Han Qian, don't have the ability to take someone's head from thousands of miles away, right?

After sending messages to Sun Zhengmin, Han Qian stood up.

"Wen Nuan, I'm going out for a walk, are you coming?"

Wen Nuan, who was sitting cross-legged on the sofa, glanced at Han Qian and shook her head.

"I've been in meetings all day and my legs hurt. Please bring me some popsicles when you come back."

"OK, all right!"

He went downstairs and rode the motorcycle. On the way, Han Qian kept thinking that Wen Nuan seemed to have only ridden the motorcycle once after buying it. Thinking about it carefully, Wen Nuan didn't seem to be a spendthrift.

What are the disadvantages of warmth?

With a head full of messy thoughts, he stopped the motorcycle at the entrance of the mental hospital. Just as he was about to go in, Yanran, who was wearing a security uniform, walked over. Han Qian looked the black man up and down and frowned.

"What do you mean by that? Are you earning a salary?"

Yanran nodded at Han Qian, then took out the intercom to inform the guys in the mental hospital that Han Qian was here.

Without rushing in, Han Qian walked into the security booth.

"Yanran, are you angry?"

Yanran, who was wearing a wide-brimmed hat, shook her head. The guy poured a cup of steaming tea. Han Qian was about to drink it, but the guy poured it for him instead. Han Qian curled his lips.

"Why don't you put on the full cheongsam? Do you still speak your native language?"

Yanran shook her head again.

"I've almost forgotten. I haven't left this country since I followed my young master."

Han Qian lit a cigarette and asked curiously.

"Did you come earlier or did Yan Qingqing come earlier?"

Yanran tilted her head and thought for a while, then pointed at her nose, Han Qian said again.

"Where did Liu Shengge pick you up from?"

"I went there to apply for a job."

"Oh!"

silence!

Yanran seemed to be a person of few words. When Han Qian stood up and prepared to leave, Yanran suddenly spoke.

"It's actually quite good now. There is friction between you and my young master, and I have to obey my young master's orders, but you are my young master's biological father, and my young master has never treated me as a tool or a dog. I would feel sorry for my young master if I took action against you, but I would have no way to explain to my young master if I didn't. I'm stuck in the middle and it's very difficult."

Han Qian grinned.

"You are a security guard, protecting the safety of the area. Without the owner, Xiao Dan, do you want some cookies?"

Yanran stopped talking.

Sometimes he would wonder if there was something wrong with Han Qian's mental state. Yanran had seen many successful people, and these people always had stern faces and were serious. But from Han Qian, Yanran always felt that this guy was a little too down-to-earth.

"Brother Qian'er, Lin Zongheng and Chen Qiang have been in frequent contact with Sun Zhengmin recently."

Han Qian turned around and smiled.

"Where's your young master?"

Yanran stopped talking, and Han Qian did not continue asking.

Han Qian was very sure that these three grandsons were not honest.

When meeting these three grandsons again, Lin Zongheng had grown a beard and looked much older. Liu Shengge's life was still very refined. He was wearing dark blue pajamas and reading a book with glasses on.

Han Qian walked up to Liu Shengge, stood beside him, bent down, and said with a smile.

"For these novels written by foreigners, I have never understood what they want to express?"

Liu Shengge hummed, and Lin Zongheng on the side laughed.

"Just think of it as some sanctimonious people describing themselves as sacred in books, and then satisfying some people's fantasies, just like the so-called Aesop's fables. Who would have thought that they were stories written by slave owners for their slaves, making them full of beautiful fantasies about the world and making the slaves hope that the things in the stories could happen to them." Han Qian frowned.

"Written for a slave? For spiritual satisfaction?"

Chen Qiang, who was lying on the bed, smiled.

"That's right, just like you, there will always be many people who think you are ordinary. You can succeed, so they will also succeed."

Han Qian walked up and patted Chen Qiang's calf. Chen Qiang gave up his seat, sat up and put his arm around Han Qian's shoulders.

"Brother, can we discuss something? We are always short of one person for playing mahjong, why don't you move in?"

Han Qian glanced at Chen Qiang and smiled with narrowed eyes.

"Go away. I came here to talk to you about something. I don't want to care about your deal with Son Jung-min, and I don't want to bother with you. Let's go burn some paper together some time."

Lin Zongheng raised his head, frowned and shook his head.

"I burn paper for Chen Qiang?"

"Fuck you."

"No, no, no, I said it wrong. I burn paper for Feng Lun? Am I stupid? He is the one who destroyed my family."

Han Qian glanced at Lin Zongheng with disdain.

"I mean to burn paper for you, Niu Xiaohua and Li Guangbi."

"Then lend me some money."

Han Qian didn't want to talk to Lin Zongheng anymore. Liu Shengge turned his head and looked at Han Qian and shook his head.

"I'm not going, and I don't want to go. It doesn't matter to me whoever dies. Nana's death was handled by Xiaowu and my mother. Han Qian, you want to drag us over to show off and satisfy your inner compensation for the dead. Tell them that you succeeded in revenge? And then explain why we are all still alive? Don't be hypocritical. If you have time, come here and talk together. If you don't have time, get out of here."

Lin Zongheng nodded, and Chen Qiang also nodded.

Han Qian chuckled.

"You three are wearing the same pair of pants now, right? Liu Shengge's left leg, Chen Qiang's right leg, and the belt is tied around Lin Zongheng's neck. I won't force you not to burn paper. I can give you a day off during the Chinese New Year."

None of the three spoke. After more than twenty minutes, they were all busy with their own things. Han Qian also stood up.

"I'm leaving!"

The three of them didn't say anything. Han Qian walked out of the door and became angrier and angrier. He turned around and rushed into the room.

It is said that when there is an avalanche, not a single snowflake will be left unfallen.

Han Qian was beaten by all three of them.

I left feeling very satisfied and much more refreshed.

The three people in the room laughed out loud. They were not angry about being kicked, but felt very comfortable looking at Han Qian's angry look.

If you think positively, life will have fewer troubles and worries.

After riding a bike back home, Wen Nuan rushed to the door and grabbed Han Qian by the collar. Han Qian asked in panic.

"What's going on? Is there a ghost in the house?"

"Where's my popsicle? Give it to me."

"Ah!! I forgot!"

Wen Nuan glared at Han Qian, turned around and stomped her feet, saying angrily.

"This is the only happiness I have in a day. I've been waiting at home for a long, long time. Do you know the feeling of anticipation?"

Han Qian walked forward, bent over and approached Wen Nuan who was lying on the sofa, and spoke softly.

"Shall I buy it for you?"

Nuan Nuan sighed.

"Love that's delayed is cheaper than a dog."

Han Qian scratched his head and smiled.

"No dog is as cheap as me!"

(End of this chapter)