Ex-wife becomes creditor after divorce Season 2.

Chapter 1257 Is This Still China?
Everything is expensive in Beijing, but small restaurants are really not expensive.

Han Qian and Wen Nuan were sitting in the restaurant with a small pot in front of them containing hot mutton soup. Han Qian just took a sip when Wen Nuan smiled.

"Is it nice to touch the little girl's hand?"

Ok?
Han Qian raised his head and looked at Wen Nuan, and Wen Nuan said again.

"You, Liu Shengge, Lin Zongheng, and Chen Qiang don't need to be hypocritical when you're with them, right? You don't need to go through the motions of polite greetings, right?"

Ok?
Han Qian lowered his head and was about to remain silent, but Wen Nuan spoke again.

"There is Luoshen in the capital, and Ji Jing is with you."

Han Qian whispered.

"That doesn't mean you're not here~ Come to Beijing and I'll play with you and you need to sleep."

Wen Nuan raised her head and looked at Han Qian, squinting her eyes and smiling.

"Do you believe me? I'll pour a pot of mutton soup on your face. What? Are you feeling lonely again?"

Han Qian kept shaking his head.

"No, no, no, I feel pretty good actually. Life is not perfect."

Wen Nuan narrowed his eyes and smiled.

"I'm hungry, so I'll slap you in the face right now. After dinner, just come back to the hotel with me and sleep. You've been tossing around in Beijing for a long time in the first half of the night!"

Han Qian whispered.

"Wen Nuan, can we go watch the flag raising ceremony? I've been to Beijing so many times and have never seen one."

Wen Nuan shook her head at Han Qian.

"No way! First of all, you've been drinking, and the temperature is too low now. We'll both be frozen into popsicles outside. There will be too many people, and it's going to snow soon."

Han Qian asked tentatively in a low voice.

"Wouldn't it be better if it snowed?"

Wen Nuan asked, tilting her head.

"Do you really want me to admit that I'm lazy? Let's go to the hospital and I'll check your brain!"

After dinner, Wen Nuan drove back to the hotel. Han Qian asked why they didn't stay at Luoshen's place. Wen Nuan reached out and pinched Han Qian's mouth, frowning.

"Are you really mentally ill? I went to Luoshen's house before because I had something to deal with. During that time, I was safe at her house when you got into trouble. Since when did the Queen want to stay in the concubine's palace?"

Han Qian blinked at Wen Nuan, gently slapped her little hand away, and frowned.

"It's been so many years, why are you still obsessed with this matter? I haven't seen anyone greet you in all these years!"

Wen Nuan bit her lip and stopped talking. Han Qian knew something was wrong. Wen Nuan's stupid head started to plan something inhumane again. Slowly, the alcohol took over, and Han Qian fell asleep. Wen Nuan glanced at Han Qian who was sitting in the passenger seat and chuckled.

The car headed straight for the highway!
When Han Qian opened his eyes and looked at the trees outside the car window and the cars speeding on the road, he spoke blankly.

"Where is this from? Is this still in China?"

Wen Nuan held an unlit cigarette in her mouth and said nothing. She held the steering wheel with one hand and put the other hand on Han Qian's leg. Han Qian raised his eyebrows.

"How about I take off my pants and let you feel the feeling of a manual transmission?"

clap clap clap!
Three slaps landed on Han Qian's shoulders, and Wen Nuan said angrily.

"Don't you feel uncomfortable if you don't act like a hooligan for a minute? I tell you, you've been sleeping all the way. If you complain about being sleepy again when you get home, I'll beat you to death!"

Han Qian was at a loss.

"Go home? Which home?"

"Imperial Garden!"

"Ah? You came to Gan Binhai? Wen Nuan, you are so awesome. I didn't even dare to come back when I was in Beijing! Awesome! I am willing to call you the most awesome person in the world!"

clap clap clap!
Three slaps silenced Han Qian.

Walking into the house again, Han Qian lay directly on the sofa, hugging the pillow and shouting.

"I discovered that what I love most in my life is staying at home. I just love my little house so much!"

"It's my house! The property title is in my name!"

Wen Nuan hit Han Qian very disappointingly. Han Qian turned sideways, supported his head with one hand, looked at Wen Nuan and smiled.

"Isn't what's yours mine?"

Warm squinting news.

"Then can Cai Qinghu be my wife?"

Han Qian blinked, turned over, closed his eyes and smiled.

"Don't worry about the details..."

The smile on Han Qian's face disappeared. He saw a sock in the gap of the sofa. He sat up while holding the sock, looked at Wen Nuan and asked.

"Where's the other one?" Wen Nuan pointed to the second floor.

"I think it's on the second floor!"

Han Qian ignored Wen Nuan, stood up and walked into the guest room on the first floor. He accurately found the other sock under the pillow, held the sock in his hand and moved closer to Wen Nuan and spoke seriously.

"You're too lazy to go upstairs to sleep when I'm not home! Go wash your socks!"

Wen Nuan shook her head, Han Qian turned and walked into the bathroom, Wen Nuan turned and ran, Han Qian shouted angrily towards the second floor.

"Are you sick?"

Wen Nuan shouted loudly.

"I didn't! I saw Koreans doing laundry like this on TV, just in a pile and stomping on it!"

"So you cleaned it up after you stepped on it?"

"dirty!"

"Warm me up, fuck you!"

Han Qian rushed upstairs and went into his room, but found Wen Nuan already lying in bed, shouting with her eyes closed.

"I'm back home now. Don't bother me anymore. I'm very tired after driving all the way. Han Qian, can't you stop causing trouble?"

Making trouble?

Han Qian lay there until dawn but still couldn't figure out how Wen Nuan said those words.

Am I, Han Qian, causing trouble?
Early in the morning, Han Qian poked the warm shoulder.

"It's time to go to work."

"Get lost, the company isn't making money for me, why should I work here!"

"Then I'm off to work!"

"Go to work and remember to give me your salary!"

After changing into a military coat, Han Qian went downstairs.

I stood in the community, closed my eyes and took a breath of air.

really!

Only the air near the coast is not so clean.

Put on your helmet and gloves and get on your red Ducati.

set off!

work!

The news of Han Qian's return to Binhai spread when Han Qian arrived at Glory Group. Lin Zongheng sat on the bed and couldn't figure out why Han Qian dared to return to Binhai. Wasn't Lu Zhi in Binhai? Wasn't he ordered to stay in Beijing as a hostage?

Doesn’t Han Qian know what fear is?

Lu Zhi pointed at Lao Gu's nose and yelled for more than half an hour, but Lao Gu couldn't explain why Han Qian suddenly ran back to Binhai.

He didn't understand either. Didn't he tell Han Qian not to come back for the time being?
What is this bastard trying to do?
"Good morning! Deputy Liu!"

"Good morning! Sister Yang, ouch! This waist, this leg, Sister Yang, you didn't wash your face, did you?"

"Oh, isn't this my best sister Yaya? Um, next time, remember not to put too much sugar in the soy milk, it won't taste good. Oh! Sister-in-law, when are you going to have a child? We have a metaphysics in Rongyao Group, and all general managers give birth to eldest sons!"

Han Qian is back, and the Honor Group is like the finishing touch!
Alive!

Han Qian wandered around various departments. Wang Shushan scolded Han Qian and told him not to come here again because the company did not have his salary. Qin Xue covered his pocket with his hands, looking aggrieved.

"Qian'er, I'm so old now, so please stop bullying me, okay? I really just have a pack of cigarettes."

"Give it to me! What kind of cigarettes are you smoking, old man? They're bad for your health. I smoke them!"

Walking out of the marketing department with a cigarette in his mouth, Han Qian jumped and pushed open the door of Qu Ledi's office. Qu Ledi frowned.

"What's wrong with you?"

"Where's Su Liang? He told me that he's with his pretty sister right now!"

"roll!"

After closing the door, Han Qian walked arrogantly to the first floor with his hands in his pockets, a cigarette in his mouth, and shouted while patting the coins in his pocket.

"Come on! Fight the Landlord! Today I'll let you know what arrogance means!"

The security captain leaned out half of his body and asked.

"How much money do you have in your pocket? I won't play if it's less than 200!"

Han Qian chuckled.

"Can I put the cigarette here?"

Damn! It's not even 200!
(End of this chapter)