Ex-wife becomes creditor after divorce Season 2.

Chapter 1261 Marry? Broken Legs

Early in the morning, Han Qian went to work after making sure that Wen Nuan was fine. Now that Wen Nuan is not at work, Han Qian has to earn a salary to keep them both alive.

He quite likes this feeling.

As soon as I arrived at the company gate, I saw two new McLarens parked at the door, one pink and one silver.

Han Qian glanced at his old model and muttered to himself, "There's no difference. It's just that the mileage is a little higher." But Qian Wan bought two at once. Han Qian had to get out of the car and talk to the kid, "You're also buying a new model for me!"
Pushing open the door and getting out of the car, Han Qian shouted loudly as he looked at Qian Wan circling the silver McLaren.

"You spendthrift girl, why did you buy this thing again~"

Qian Wan straightened up and looked at Han Qian, frowning.

"You have two bulging eyes! Why would I buy two? They're my brother Liang's new car!"

"Hey?"

Han Qian trotted forward, and this time he bent over like Qian Wan and walked around the new car to look at it. Su Liang, who was sitting in the driver's seat, laughed and scolded.

"Are you two sick?"

Han Qian looked at Su Liang suspiciously and asked.

"Strange! Very strange! How did you get the money to buy this thing after leaving home? Did Qu Ledi buy it for you?"

Su Liang shook his head.

"No, Li Li sent it to me yesterday, saying that each of us three brothers should get one. Li Li also gave Lu Nier a newest model Mercedes-Benz E and a GLS."

Qian Wan whispered.

"What? Is your wife dating someone?"

Han Qian and Su Liang both found these words very strange. They could understand them, but why did they feel so awkward when put together?
At this time, the blue BMW appeared in the sight of the three people. Qu Ledi saw the three McLarens from a distance. He knew that Han Qian had a yellow one, which was still registered under Qian Wan's name, and the pink one belonged to Qian Wan.

Qian Wan is a not-so-loyal fan of McLaren, but this silver one?

High performance?

When Qu Ledi opened the door and got out of the car, the door of the silver McLaren was also pushed open. Looking at Su Liang getting out of the car, Qu Ledi frowned. She was wearing jeans and twisted her waist as she walked towards Su Liang, frowning.

"Can you three park the car properly for a while? What about the car show? Qian Wan, are you giving your brother the car?"

Qian Wan shook her head blankly.

"No! My sister-in-law...ex-sister-in-law bought it!"

After saying this, Han Qian poked Qian Wan's waist, and Qian Wan turned her head and continued.

"Brother, why are you poking me? This car was given to me by my sister-in-law!"

Qu Ledi looked at Su Liang with a cold face and said indifferently.

"You like this? McLaren is the least cost-effective among sports cars, and it's only an entry-level model."

Su Liang blinked.

"I've got my eyes on an aircraft carrier, but I can't afford it! Come upstairs and talk to you about the company."

Qu Ledi curled his lips.

"Go upstairs? How? Drive the silver McLaren GT your ex-wife bought you to my office?"

Su Liang said nothing, turned and walked towards the stairs. Qu Ledi took a step forward and spoke in a tender voice.

"The McLaren must be easy to drive, right? At least it still smells like my ex-wife."

Su Liang didn't say anything, and Qu Ledi kept on asking him questions in a sarcastic tone until they reached the top of the stairs. Su Liang couldn't stand it anymore, so he turned around and grabbed Qu Ledi's collar, and also clamped Qu Ledi's hands under his armpits, forcing him into silent mode.

Qian Wan and Han Qian stood side by side downstairs. Qian Wan crossed her arms and pouted.

"Believe it or not, these two have been sleeping in the same bed again recently."

Han Qian turned his head and frowned.

"Can't you?"

Qian Wan curled her lips.

"Can't? Keep your can't! I'm going to the General Affairs Department. Bye!"

Qian Wan ran away, and then Han Qian had three more car keys in his hand.

He is responsible for parking.

He parked three cars side by side in front of the company's main entrance one by one. After thinking for a while, he parked his old model in the middle.

Looking at the three McLarens parked side by side, Han Qian nodded with satisfaction.

This is fucking art!
"Brother Qian'er! Life is so confusing, give me some advice!"

Han Qian turned around and looked at Yao Xue who was walking towards him while eating a pancake, and smiled.

"What's wrong, Sister Xue? Why are you still confused about life?"

Yao Xue held up the pancake, Han Qian reached out and pinched out the fried dough stick inside and threw it into his mouth, Yao Xue said vaguely.

"I'm not confused. When I saw these three cars, I was thinking, Brother Qian'er, what is the difference between rich people and capitalists? Why are rich people called nouveau riche and not capitalists?"

Han Qian snatched the pancake from Yao Xue's hand and said with a smile.

"The nouveau riche ask the price, the capitalists set the price, the difference is that simple."

"Brother Qian'er, are you considered a capitalist?"

"Brother, three generations of poor peasants!"

Yao Xue snatched the pancake from Han Qian's hand again and turned away. "Deputy Liu is looking for you."

After Yao Xue left, Han Qian saw Liu Jiulong shivering in front of the company's door.

Sighed.

I knew that Deputy Liu would definitely take some time, so I walked up the steps, waved to Liu Jiulong and said with a smile.

"Good morning, Deputy Liu!"

Liu Jiulong looked at Han Qian with resentment on his face and said seriously.

"I'm not good!"

Han Qian's smile froze on his face, then he gave a dry laugh, took out a cigarette and handed it to Liu Jiulong. Liu Jiulong shook his head, and the two of them were in a stalemate. Han Qian wanted to go in, but Liu Jiulong opened his arms to stop him. Han Qian turned around and walked away, and Liu Jiulong followed him.

By half past nine, Han Qian felt frozen to the bone.

"Deputy Liu! Just tell me what you want to do."

Liu Jiulong's eyes suddenly turned red, and he lowered his head and spoke in a wronged tone.

"Han Qian, I really like Yang Lan. I didn't think there was anything wrong with her being with Jin Yanzhong before. Jin Yanzhong is handsome, treats Yang Lan well, and is good in every way. I think he and your sister Yang are a perfect match. I wish them all the best in my heart. But I really can't accept Fu Dong. He is older than Yang Lan and has a noble status. If he and Yang Lan are together, it will be... Although the future Beibei will be better, Yang Lan will definitely not be as happy as when she was with Jin Yanzhong. Qian'er! Can you promise me not to let Fu Dong marry Yang Lan?"

Looking at the hands that were holding his arms, Han Qian grinned at Liu Jiulong.

"That's all? Don't worry, it won't happen at all! Just be at ease. If Yang Lan wants to marry me, I'll break her legs!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Han Qian's ears were grabbed. This smell, this strength, this feeling.

Han Qian knew it was Yang Lan without even guessing. Han Qian was dragged into the elevator by Yang Lan. After entering the elevator, Yang Lan kicked Han Qian in the calf. Han Qian squatted down in pain, covering his leg and looking up at Yang Lan.

"Sister Yang, what are you doing?"

Yang Lan lowered her head and frowned.

"What did you say to Liu Jiulong? Han Qian, do you think I'm not annoying enough? Liu Jiulong has been bothering me for so many years, and I want to find an opportunity to make him die!"

Han Qian frowned.

"Do you really want to marry Fu Dong?"

Yang Lan kicked Han Qian's calf again and said angrily.

"I'm not going to marry him. His face is full of wrinkles when he smiles. I'm disgusted by him. I like young and handsome men! But tell me, will it be helpful for you if I marry Fu Dong?"

Han Qian stood up and shook his head.

"No, no, no, no, it's not helpful at all! Everyone now thinks that Fu Dong has the power, and that being my brother-in-law is a big win for me, but it's actually not like that! Fu Dong wants to seduce you and needs my help. If you don't marry him, I won't lose anything, at most our relationship will be a little worse! Marrying him has already added a lot of pressure and trouble to me!"

"Oh! Then you can't marry me!"

Han Qian reached out and poked Yang Lan on the forehead, frowning.

"Have you really thought about it?"

Yang Lan nodded.

"If it's beneficial to you, then marry her. It doesn't matter who you live with!"

"Oh! If you say so, Sister Yang, you have to carry me to the General Affairs Department. You kicked me so hard that my legs hurt!"

"Then you should just stay in the elevator! Can you please stop letting Fu Dong bother me? I feel like my life is a cycle of being pursued, refusing pursuit, and being pursued again! I'm so fed up with it."

The elevator door opened and Yang Lan left.

Han Qian stood in the elevator thinking about life.

Why is Yang Lan so popular?

Limping into the General Affairs Department, Yang Lan just came out of her office holding a cup of water. Seeing Han Qian limping, Yang Lan hurriedly put down the cup and went forward to support Han Qian.

"Hey, Xiaoqian, what happened to your leg?"

Han Qian turned his head and stared at Yang Lan with wide eyes. "You kicked me in the elevator just now, and now you ask me what's wrong?" He was about to say what he was thinking when a hand appeared on his side. Han Qian smiled with narrowed eyes.

"It's okay. I was accidentally kicked by a dog when I was going upstairs just now."

Yang Lan smiled without saying anything. She helped Han Qian sit on the chair and then squatted down. Han Qian panicked and shouted with his eyes wide open.

"What are you going to do!"

"Sister, check on the injury."

Yao Xue, who was sitting opposite Han Qian, held her chin with her hands and looked at Yang Lan and sighed.

"Oh, Sister Yang is so gentle, no wonder so many people like her."

Fang Shanshan nodded immediately.

"Yes, yes, yes, I wish I could be as gentle as Sister Yang, gentle, considerate, and pretty."

Han Qian turned his head and looked at Fang Shanshan, raising his eyebrows.

"What are you talking about...Ah!"

Han Qian lowered his head and glared at Yang Lan. Yang Lan threw away two leg hairs and smiled at Han Qian with squinted eyes.

"What's wrong? Are you hurt so badly?"

Han Qian nodded.

"Yes! This leg will have to be amputated in a moment."