Ex-wife becomes creditor after divorce Season 2.

Chapter 1037 Where Are the Ghosts?
“Korean circle!”

"It's Han Qian! Open your mouth!"

"I like you so much~"

"Little white-eyed wolf, have you done something bad behind my back again?"

"Can you help me go to the company for a meeting? I really don't want to go."

"NO! As a man I must stand up straight. What kind of meeting is this?"

When Han Qian finished speaking, Wen Nuan fell asleep.

After staring at Wen Nuan for a few seconds, she opened her eyes and said angrily.

"If you disturb my sleep again, I will kill you. The company will be destroyed tomorrow. I don't want it anymore."

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In front of the bus stop, Han Qian, who was in poor health, didn't want to drive. It was already past seven in the morning and Han Qian didn't want to bother Lao Xu and the others.

Touching the coins in his pocket and looking at the bus approaching from a distance, Han Qian sighed softly at the speed at which the world is developing. He remembered that when he came to Binhai as a child, there were no buses, only small passenger cars. Occasionally you could see the driver drinking beer and bragging while driving, and the conductor standing at the door calling out to passengers.

By the time I went to college, the bus had doors that opened automatically.

When I retired, I switched to trams.

Now it has become a clean hybrid bus.

The car stopped and Han Qian was about to get on when a group of old men and women rushed onto the bus.

Senior citizen card, respect for the elderly card.

The beep beep beep keeps broadcasting.

Times have changed, cars have been updated, but these people have not changed and are still the same as they were back then. Han Qian sighed helplessly.

"Why squeeze into the bus so early in the morning?"

"Who knows?"

Ok?
Han Qian turned his head and looked at Da Wang who was wearing shorts and black high heels beside him. Han Qian tilted his head and stared at the girl.

When did she come?
Why is my ability so poor?

It must be due to illness.

Han Qian always gets stuck on unnecessary matters.

They waited until eight o'clock before they got on the bus. They walked to the back door. Da Wang carefully grabbed Han Qian's arm, his frown never relaxed.

"Your Highness, why is there no subway in Binhai?"

Han Qian grabbed the handrail and laughed softly.

"Because it's so small, you can drive around the bustling city center in an hour, and the traffic is not very congested, so there's no need to spend money on a subway."

The king frowned and muttered quietly.

"But there were so many people on the bus. We both waited for more than half an hour. What should the young people do, girls? It was crowded. I really don't understand why those older people squeezed into the bus so early~"

Han Qian smiled and said nothing, but an old man not far from the king got angry and turned around, pointing at the king and shouting.

"What do you mean by elderly people crowding the bus? If you young people don't crowd, how can the bus be crowded? You really don't know how to respect the elderly and love the young. It's because you young people don't work hard. If you worked hard and bought a car, would the bus still be crowded?"

Han Qian curled his lips, and the king looked at the old man and smiled.

"Yeah, I bought a car for my mom because I was worried that she would have to squeeze into the bus. What's wrong? If you think it's too crowded, then ask your son to buy you a car? No way? There are no people without sons or daughters now, right?"

The queen is not an obedient girl. She didn't curse because her own prince was here.

The ridiculed old man looked the king up and down and sneered. "It's really not illegal to brag. It's you young people who like to brag that have made this country chaotic. If it were in our time, people like you would have been beaten to death long ago."

"That's right~ Your family will never be able to touch someone like me in their entire lives, you know? And your time? I don't know what happened to you back then, but I know you definitely didn't have much education. It's your fault that the kids who go to work or school can't get on the bus early in the morning, because you always squeeze with the kids, you know? And what's wrong with you? Did you make the missiles or grow the rice? You're 1.6 meters tall when you stand up, 1.5 meters tall when you carry your arms, like Wu Dalang who still knows how to sell sesame cakes. You're quite old, but you act so coquettishly all day long, the old ladies in the park don't want to play with you, right? You can't even kiss them when you carry your arms."

The old man was a little confused by the King's words, and a burst of laughter broke out in the car. The old man, with an embarrassed look on his face, pointed at the King and cursed.

"I can tell from the way you are dressed that you are not a good person."

The king curled his lips.

"What? What if I'm not a good-looking woman? So what if I'm selling her? You can't afford a whore even if you spend all your money. I'll let you take a look and then go home. Don't wash your eyes. I'm afraid you'll never see a beauty like me in your life. I won't scold you, that's all. You're so arrogant. You're pretending to be a civilized person in your tattered shirt. Look at the wrinkles on your face. Even an elephant would feel uncomfortable if they stepped on it. You're quite old, but you don't have a car, you don't have any character, and you don't have any manners. What are you pretending for? I take the bus to experience life, and you take the bus because you have to live. My front teeth are broken after all the talking. We've arrived at the station. Take the bus!"

Da Wang pulled Han Qian off the bus, and after getting off, he did not forget to raise his middle finger to the old man in the bus.

The bus left, and Da Wang followed Han Qian along the roadside, and Han Qian whispered.

“We haven’t reached the station yet.”

The king nodded.

"I know, but I don't want to argue with him. The smell inside the bus is a bit pungent."

As he was speaking, the king's new car drove over, a black Lamborghini. Han Qian stared at the car and then at the king. The king smiled.

"Just make do with it, you drive!"

When the black Lamborghini passed by the bus, the king, sitting in the passenger seat, mocked the old man on the bus.

The king took revenge on the spot.

Han Qian sped up and left. The old man in the car stared at the departing car and cursed.

The king who was sitting in the passenger seat and putting on makeup spoke again.

"Your Highness, Chu Sui's brain seems to be really problematic. He sent text messages like a psychopath. Then I went to the hospital and watched the surveillance. He was talking to himself on the hospital bed. The nurse said he was talking nonsense like Feng Lun was alive. Do you think he is possessed by a ghost?"

Han Qian chuckled as he tried to drive the new car.

"There are no such things as ghosts and gods in this world. Burning incense and worshipping Buddha is just a way to find an unreliable reason to comfort yourself. Chu Sui will not be possessed by Feng Lun, but his spiritual thinking will change because of Feng Lun."

The king tilted his head and thought about it, then frowned.

"It seems that they didn't have much contact, only three to five days! And I didn't find that he was influenced by Feng Lun before!"

"Do you know what a seed is?"

"Your Highness, do you think I'm stupid?"

"It's like planting a seed, but this seed will germinate only at a specific time. In the past, Chu Sui wouldn't take Feng Lun too seriously, but when he failed again and again and walked into a dead end again and again, Feng Lun would be infinitely magnified in his heart. Feng Lun was so amazing, so cool and free, and his final death was also because he didn't like to play anymore. Slowly, admiration will turn into fear, and when fear penetrates deep into his heart, he will become timid and even have hallucinations. This should also have something to do with the psychiatric drugs Chu Sui took. Don't pay attention to Chu Sui for now. Chu Sui probably doesn't dare to provoke me."

The king put away his makeup bag and whispered.

"What?"

"Because Feng Lun is not afraid of Lin Zongheng and Liu Shengge, but he is afraid of me. Your Highness is not as stupid as you look."

Less than a minute after I boasted, a motorcycle with red and blue lights flashing passed the supercar and stopped in front.

"Get out of the car and show your vehicle registration and driver's license."

Han Qian winked at the traffic policeman, took a deep breath, then jumped out of the car and ran away.

"Big Cat, clean up the mess. I'm leaving first."

(End of this chapter)