Ex-wife becomes creditor after divorce Season 2

"Where's Jin Yanzhong?"

"Kick him away!"

At work on Monday, Yao Xue and Qian Wan went into Yang Lan's office to chat and gossip. When they learned that Jin Yanzhong had left, Qian Wan looked suspicious.

"Why did you leave? Sister Yang, how did you convince him?"

"Didn't sleep!"

Yang Lan was lying on the table, dipping her fingers in water and drawing circles. Regarding her answer, Ji Jing rolled her eyes helplessly, and Qian Wan asked even more curiously.

"How were you sent away? I'm so curious about how you were sent away."

Yang Lan sat up, raised his hand and rubbed his head.

"I just drank too much~ Then I became confused~ Then I booked two tickets to fly to France~ I sent them to him first~ I ran away~ We have been separated so many times~ Leave one Good memories are good~”

Listening to Yang Lan's words, you can tell that she really drank a lot last night. After putting Jin Yanzhong on the plane, Yang Lan ran to Ji Jing and drank a lot. In the end, Ji Jing didn't know how she fell asleep.

As for Yang Lan's mentality and thoughts, Ji Jing couldn't understand.

Their thinking is not the same at all.

Qian Wan chased Yang Lan and asked endless questions, but didn't get many answers. When she left the office, she hugged a stack of documents. Yang Lan claimed that she wanted to train Qian Wan, but in fact she felt that she was too noisy.

Outside Yan Qingqing's office door, Little Sister Yang was leaning on the door and eavesdropping on what was going on inside.

"General~ Hehehe~ Is your waist healed? Is it hardened? Come and let me touch it~"

"What are you going to do! What are you going to do!"

"I don't want to do anything, I just touch it. Han Qian, come here and let me touch it. Nothing will happen to us. But if you don't let me touch it, I will jump off the building."

"Ah! Bye bye then~ Nuan Nuan has always wanted to see you fly!"

Bang!

Xiao Yangjia looked at the trembling wooden door and took two steps back, muttering in a low voice that this was too exciting.

In the office, Han Qian was curled up in the corner of the sofa. Yan Qingqing, in a black short skirt, stood in front of Han Qian with her waist and legs crossed, shaking her hair.

"Ah ah ah ah ah, you are a monk, you are still a monk! I suspect that you let Yeats bump into you on purpose! Han Qian! I am very resentful!"

"My dear, can you just let me go? My waist isn't healed yet!"

Yan Qingqing stepped forward and bent down to look at Han Qian. Han Qian reached out and pinched Yan Qingqing's collar and lifted it up.

"Everything is gone! You have to feed me milk!"

Yan Qingqing slapped Han Qian's hand twice. She could tease Han Qian, but Han Qian couldn't tease her.

The empress took Han Qian's hand.

"Let's go out and have some lunch. I'm a little hungry! I suddenly want to eat rice noodles."

"I don't like to eat, you and little Yang Jia go!"

"Should I find another old man to go with? Bastard, can you be sweeter to me? You are very good at warmth."

"She is mentally retarded and you are mentally retarded too?"

The two walked out of the door. Yan Qingqing walked to the secretary's desk and knocked on Xiao Yang Jia's forehead. After explaining her work, she took Han Qian's arm and left.

"My dear, please don't hold your arm with me."

"Why?"

"The impact is not good."

"I'm your son's mother, have I influenced your date? Han Qian, are you too tight-lipped?"

"My back hurts."

The two went downstairs. Yan Qingqing wanted to drive, but Han Qian said they should take a walk.

It was rare that Han Qian and his wife were walking hand in hand on the street, and Han Qian suddenly asked in a trance.

"My dear, what do you look like when you run?"

Yan Qingqing frowned.

"Why should I run? Han Qian, what are all the messy things in your mind? And you got it for Jin Yanzhong? Aren't you just looking for trouble? Jin Yanzhong and Yang Lan have been together several times If they can get together, they won’t need anyone else’s help, so don’t worry about it.”

The two of them walked through the small shop on the street. Yan Qingqing and Han Qian were sitting in the fly tavern.

Han Qian looked at the pile of chili rice noodles in front of Yan Qingqing. Yan Qingqing picked up the bun and took a bite, then soaked the whole bun in the rice noodles. Han Qian held his chin in one hand and looked at Yan Qingqing.

“Isn’t it spicy?”

Yan Qingqing took a bite of the steamed bun filled with soup and nodded.

"Spicy, but it's exciting this way. Do you want to try it?"

Han Qian shook his head.

"No, I can't eat this kind of red oil, my stomach will feel uncomfortable, it's so red!"

"I'll kill you! Don't call me that. Do you want to ask me whether eating here is not in line with my status? I'm not as pretentious as Luo Shen and Cai Qinghu. They are all young ladies born with a silver spoon in their mouths, but they don't have my life. Well, my husband gave me a golden mountain, Han Qian, I like you so much."

"Then don't scold me again."

"That won't work, you have to scold me."

While the two were talking, several uniformed urban management officers came in. They didn't see Han Qian and Yan Qingqing sitting in the corner, shouting for the boss to bring some bowls of rice noodles. Yan Qingqing curled her lips, and Han Qian held his chin in his hands to watch. Eat with Yan Qingqing.

He doesn't like rice noodles, rice noodles, hot and sour noodles and the like. He prefers to watch the people he likes eating, so Han Qian is very satisfied.

Yan Qingqing asked curiously.

"Han Qian, don't you get greedy when you see other people eating? Don't you salivate?"

Han Qian shook his head.

"No! I feel very happy when I see you eating a lot, so I rarely eat with Yeats and An An. They eat very little."

While the two were talking, several men in uniforms were also bringing rice noodles to them. A man in his mid-thirties took out a ten-dollar bill and handed it to the boss. The boss looked at the rice noodles, steamed buns and side dishes on the table, and then He glanced at the ten dollars in the man's hand.

The boss sighed and took the ten dollars, then the man spoke.

"We're out of cigarettes, go buy us some packs of cigarettes."

The boss looked down at the ten yuan in his hand without moving it. The man looked at the boss and sneered, then stood up and walked outside the door and pointed at the A4 paper with rice noodles worth six yuan stuck on the door.

"You have affected the appearance of the city. You will be fined 3,000 yuan and have to close your business for rectification."

The boss hurriedly came forward and begged, promising to buy cigarettes and Chinese seeds right away.

Yan Qingqing raised her head and looked at Han Qian and asked.

"What's wrong?"

Han Qian held the phone and smiled.

"It's okay, you eat slowly, we are not in a hurry."

Listening to the people behind him boasting about how they never spent money on eating and fruit these days, Han Qian sighed.

In this world, people who are worse off must not have the right to do so, because they know how to bully people who are worse off than them.

Just as they were bragging, an A6 parked at the door of the shop. When several 'big men' looked at the women who walked into the shop, they stood up and shouted.

"White spine."

Baitao just hummed, walked up quickly and sat next to Yan Qingqing. Han Qian turned his head and smiled at the boss.

"Boss, bring me a bowl of rice noodles and buy me a pack of cigarettes, one hundred and one pack is fine. Then prepare three thousand yuan for me and I will take it."

At this time, the boss's eyes were red, and Baitao frowned.

"Han Qian, are you sick? Why are you bullying him?"

Han Qian scratched his head and wondered.

"I'm not bullying anyone! I just do what your yamenmen do. I try to correct myself and learn from your yamenmen! Baitao, if you tell me that I can't do this, I won't follow you in the future. I’ve learned a lot about the education at the Yamen Gate!”

Baitao frowned.

"What the hell..."

After the four words came out, Baitao understood what Han Qian meant. He tilted his body and looked at the men in uniforms sitting not far away, and then looked at Yan Qingqing.

"Your Majesty, please lend me some money. I didn't take it when I came out."

Yan Qingqing picked up the bag and tilted her head.

"Four bowls of rice noodles, two drawers of steamed buns, two plates of side dishes, two bags of soft Chinese subs, twenty-four plus sixteen plus eight plus one hundred and four, oh! I still have to subtract ten yuan. I'll ask whose family sells the Chinese subs later. Two packs cost ten yuan, and the cigarettes I gave to our Honor employees will be included in the subsidy.”

Han Qian smiled.

"Hey? Qingqing, this is your fault. Didn't Bai Shuji come over to make up for this money?"

The next second, Han Qian suddenly stared at Baitao with a ferocious expression and said coldly.

"If you keep studying your bad face all day long, I will send you back to the capital to repair your face. This kind of thing did not happen when Niu Guodong was in power, it did not happen when Cheng Jin was acting, and it did not happen during Li Shaoqi's period. You can do it Just do it, if you can’t do it, get out of here!”

Baitao stared at the men sitting not far away with a gloomy expression. Baitao took a deep breath, stood up, walked past several men and patted one of them on the shoulder.

"You have been fired. The documents will be delivered to you this afternoon."

Baitao left in a hurry. If she could still sit here, she would be really shameless. Several men who were so arrogant just now turned their heads and glared at Han Qian. Yan Qingqing held her chin in one hand and smiled.

"I'll dig out your eyeballs again."