Ex-wife becomes creditor after divorce Season 2.

Chapter 982 Goodbye Xiaoqian

The door to the ward was closed, and Lady Song turned her head to look at Chen Yang, crossing her legs and asking.

"Just let him go? Do you believe that?"

Chen Yang sighed, spread his hands and replied.

"In Binhai, you abide by the law first, and then you have to look at Han Qian's face when doing things, and then look at our identities and responsibilities. If Han Qian intervenes, nothing will happen to Zhou Le in the end, but you think first No matter how you want to explain Liu Shengge's matter, he will either torture himself to death or you."

Lady Song shrugged.

"I want to strangle Liu Shengge to death. He is too arrogant."

Chen Yang smiled.

"I've heard about your reputation. I envy Liu Shengge's pure love and hate your own cheating boyfriend? All pure love men in the world deserve to die, right?"

Lady Song laughed.

"Would you like me to make some little pills for you?"

Chen Yang pouted.

"You are quite suitable for Han Qian!"

"fuck your mother!"

Lady?

That's just the name.

It was drizzling late at night on the beach. Zhou Le stood in the middle of the crossroads and looked around, as if he was lost, as if he had lost the direction of his life.

Finally, Zhou Le raised his head and looked east, but he turned and walked towards the west intersection.

I walked into a convenience store and bought a pack of Ruoyun that I had already discarded. Cigarettes that once cost nine yuan now cost twelve yuan.

Prices are rising rapidly.

I walked out of the convenience store, lit a cigarette, raised my head and opened my mouth to drink some rainwater, and walked on the road holding an umbrella.

Zhou Le is very careful in every step he takes.

He has never belonged to this city and has never made any contribution to this city.

After walking very far, Zhou Le raised his head and smiled when he looked at the huge photo of Lin Zongheng on the billboard in front of him.

"Haha, you are excellent, really! Lin Zongheng, you are really excellent. At least you have worked hard for this city."

No one has doubted Lin Zongheng's ability. His brain, thoughts, appearance, figure, background, and academic qualifications are all excellent. He has been someone else's child since he was born. He is a role model for the same generation and a vane for younger generations.

Zhou Le raised his hand to Lin Zongheng and raised his right hand, as if he wanted to touch Lin Zongheng's head again, grinning stupidly.

"I was very happy during the time I spent with you. If we had known each other earlier, we might have become friends, but I still wanted to kill you, but I failed."

Turning around, Zhou Le returned to the crossroads again. This time he chose the south direction, walking on Longjiang Road.

After buying a lighter at a convenience store, Zhou Le smiled again as he looked at the Glory Group in front of him.

"You must be very proud to work in this office building. Liu Shengge, you were really born in the wrong era. If you had appeared in ancient times, you would have been outstanding and famous. You would have been passed down through the ages. Broken The environment where you grew up allowed you to be proficient in music, chess, calligraphy, painting, poetry, business and economics, and kung fu. Qian Huan was too public and covered up your excellence. Your concept of love defeated 99% of the men in the world, from ancient times to the present. Ninety-nine percent of the time, I always thought people like you would only appear in novels! Goodbye! Although we have never crossed paths."

Liu Shengge's excellence is the unwavering belief of Han Qian, Feng Lun, and Lin Zongheng. Regarding Liu Shengge, many people envy his current life and are jealous of his perfect appearance, but if you get to know Liu Shengge carefully.

He is really pathetic.

Liu Shengge said something to his wife.

"When I climb this mountain, I will sit down with you and talk about my sadness and unhappiness along the way."

But in the end, Liu Shengge didn't get this opportunity. Maybe his perfection was an accident from God, or maybe God didn't want a perfect man like him to appear in this world, as if he was worried that someone would scold him for being unfair.

Therefore, Liu Shengge's life is full of sadness and unbearableness.

Patricide, dead wife, eunuch.

These three labels were like brands, imprinted on his forehead.

Patricide.

If it wasn't for the desperate situation, if it wasn't for his mother's scars, if it wasn't for the humiliation his mother suffered, why would he choose this hopeless method?

Today's Yagyu Shengwu is immature and childish. How many people know about Liu Shengge's pampering and scolding? The young Liu Shengge plays the role of father and brother to take care of Yagyu Shengwu. If he doesn't kill that garbage father, , how could my mother and brother be where they are today.

Zhou Le gave a thumbs up to Glory Group.

"I envy you for establishing the Glory Group for Binhai."

Zhou Le took a deep breath. He originally wanted to go to the west, but when he thought about it, Feng Lun seemed to have nothing to see. He didn't like Feng Lun, and he had never liked him.

no mobile phone.

Zhou Le walked for a long time before receiving a call.

Numbers are never forgotten.

"Qian'er, let's have a late-night snack together! I'm here with Glory, Ban Mian!" The person on the phone was silent for a full minute before Han Qian's voice came out.

"Okay, light it first."

Zhou Le returned the phone to the boss with a smile and said with a smile.

"Two portions of mixed noodles, one is thin, the noodles are hard...the noodles are cooked harder, put less chili...he can't...can't eat spicy ones, the other is wide, put more chili, put more, the noodles are cooked Softer."

The boss looked at the young man who couldn't say a complete sentence and his tears were falling like threads.

He was about to close the door, but he nodded anyway.

ten minutes.

The door of the noodle shop was pushed open, and Han Qian, dressed in a white suit, walked in. Xu Hongchang put away the umbrella in his hand and was very sensible and did not follow him.

After Han Qian sat down, two bowls of noodles were brought over.

One wide and one thin, one bowl was full of chili peppers, and one bowl only had two chili peppers. Zhou Le smiled at Han Qian, picked up the noodles with chopsticks and was about to eat them, when he smiled again, took them out and hid them in the noodles. Put the eggs in Han Qian's bowl.

"You are not in good health. You need to eat more."

Han Qian's eyes turned red, and just as he was about to speak, Zhou Le stuffed the egg into Han Qian's mouth and said with a smile.

"Eating late night snacks, where do you come from so much talk? If you have something to do, we can talk about it tomorrow."

Han Qian picked up the chopsticks, lowered his head and stuffed noodles into his mouth. It seemed that Han Qian was not afraid of the heat today. Tears fell into the hot noodle soup. Zhou Le, who was sitting opposite him, had trembling shoulders at this moment and bit into his mouth. Sipping the noodles, tears kept flowing down.

I remember last year, I remember that day clearly.

"Qian'er, let me tell you a place. Their noodles are super delicious. Let's go there after you get off work!"

"Where!"

"It's just in front of Longtai Market. It's not a big store, but it gives you an egg for free. A bowl of noodles costs 7 yuan, and you can add chili for free!"

"Going right now!"

"You want to eat one more egg. Brothers who are big fish and meat can't afford it. This egg tube is enough. The boss will give me two more eggs to supplement my Xiao Qian. Xiao Qian! Did you read the news today? Someone from abroad won a prize of 100 million. Hey, how can I spend so much money?"

"No! It's a bit spicy!"

Zhou Le looked at Han Qian sitting opposite and said softly.

"I'm leaving."

One sentence completely broke Han Qian's guard. He raised his head and looked at Zhou Le crying like a child. Zhou Le took a napkin to wipe away Han Qian's tears, wiped away the oil stains from the corners of his mouth, and laughed softly.

"Why are you acting like a child? Don't be impulsive, don't be brave, don't..."

Having said this, Zhou Le lowered his head, bit his lip, his shoulders trembled, and said in a trembling voice.

"I'm not afraid of anything, but I'm afraid of leaving you alone in this world. I'm afraid that you will be impulsive. I'm afraid that you will be wronged. I'm afraid that you will be brave. I'm afraid..."

Han Qian raised his head and cried loudly. Zhou Le raised his arm to wipe his face, raised his head and grinned at Han Qian.

"I'm really worthless, why did I lose my composure? Okay, okay, stop being like a child, so many people are watching! I have done one thing right and one wrong thing in my life, and I treat you as My brother is the most right thing to do, and hurting you is the most wrong thing to do. I apologize to Yeats on my behalf."

Only today did Zhou Le understand why men no longer shed tears because of physical pain when they grow up. Today they also understood why heartache is ten thousand times more painful than physical pain.

Looking at Han Qian who couldn't cry, Zhou Le smiled and said softly.

"I'm leaving. I'm going to a place far, far away. I'll never come back in this life. I'm going to be brothers for once in this life. I don't know. In the next life... we're going to be brothers. OK... OK... no. ··”

Eyes are like silk threads, words weigh a thousand catties.

The last word "good" stuck in my throat and I couldn't say it.

When Han Qian was about to speak, Zhou Le turned around and left. Han Qian chased him out and stood at the door of the noodle shop crying loudly.

"I can fix everything."

Zhou Le, who was walking in the rainy night, waved to Han Qian from behind.

"But how can you forgive me on Zheng Jing's behalf?"

Zhou Le turned around and waved to Han Qian.

"Don't get caught in the rain. You don't like to take medicine if you have a cold!"

Han Qian swayed, and Liu Ding stepped forward to help his young master. Han Qian watched Zhou Le leave. He knew that after this separation, it would be just like Zhou Le said.

We will never meet again in this life.

"it is good."

At the end of July, a male body was found in front of Zheng Jing’s tombstone in Binhai Yingshan Cemetery.

He pierced his heart with a dagger and wrote the word "sorry" on the tombstone with blood.

(End of this chapter)