Ex-wife becomes creditor after divorce Season 2

The cemetery at night was really scary. Han Qian asked Wu Siruan to park the car at the foot of the mountain, and the two of them walked on this dark path without even street lights.

Occasionally there were sounds in the woods on both sides of the path, and Wu Siruan was so frightened that his hair stood up.

Wu Siruan turned his head, and a plastic bag flew by him. Wu Siruan's legs suddenly went weak and he grabbed Han Qian's arm and whined.

"Brother! I can't do it anymore, I'm so scared! I'm so scared!"

Han Qian stopped, tilted his head and thought for a moment, then raised his right hand and snapped his fingers. A figure walked out of the woods, and Wu Siruan was frightened.

"Oh my god, what a ghost! What an ugly ghost!"

Xu Hongchang, who walked out of the woods, looked at Wu Siruan with a resentful look and whispered.

"Miss Wu, you are quite pretty."

Wu Siruan turned his head and looked at Han Qian, almost crying.

"Brother Qian'er, this ghost looks like that old ghost Xu Hongchang!"

Han Qian smiled helplessly.

"Lao Xu, please send Si Guan down first. How is it up there now? Is it busy?"

Xu Hongchang nodded.

"It's very lively. Please invite Miss Wu."

Wu Siruan suddenly lost his fear and looked at Xu Hongchang suspiciously.

"Is it busy up there?"

Xu Hongchang nodded, and Wu Siruan said again.

"Then I'll go too. With you two, I won't be afraid anymore. I'm not as ugly as you!"

"Miss Wu!"

When Xu Hongchang quarreled, Wu Siruan was no longer so afraid.

Han Qian, who suddenly felt urgent to urinate, signaled the two of them to leave first while he went to pee.

Walking into the woods nearby, Han Qian unfastened his belt and started to drain the water. The next second, a gust of wind blew by, and the paper money scattered on the ground seemed to have received some kind of summons, rising from the ground like ghosts given life. rise.

Pieces of paper money kept twisting in the air and flew towards Han Qian like a villain. At this moment, Han Qian's scalp was numb. Seeing that these flying paper money were about to stick to his body, Han Qian stepped back for two seconds. He took a step forward, and the next second a very old voice came to his ears.

"Master!"

Han Qian's heart stopped beating for a moment. The moment he turned around, a horse's face appeared in front of him. Han Qian was so frightened that he took two steps back, his back hit the tree heavily, and he burst into tears. Came down.

Two minutes later, Uncle Zhong bent down and followed Han Qian with his horse head hood in his arms.

"Master, I'm wrong! I promise I will never scare you again!"

Han Qian wiped his tears and said nothing.

Han Qian knew that he cried a lot and was not the kind of person who was strong and never shed tears, but this time he was made to cry by Uncle Zhong again and again, which made him feel embarrassed.

"Master, there will never be a next time."

Han Qian just didn't speak, and Uncle Zhong was really worried. In the past, when he scared the young master, the young master would scold him a few times and he felt comfortable, but now the young master doesn't say a word, is he really scared?

Uncle Zhong trotted forward.

"Master, Master, please say something. I know I was wrong and I will never scare you again. Please say something!"

Han Qian stopped and turned to look at Uncle Zhong, staring at Han Qian with a serious expression. Uncle Zhong became a little nervous when he looked at Han Qian. He was afraid that Han Qian would never go to Qian's house again. How can I tell my wife about the time?

Just when Uncle Zhong was anxious, Han Qian suddenly grinned.

"Scare you to death!"

Seeing the young master whistling with his hands behind his back, Uncle Zhong trotted all the way.

"I also have a bull head."

Han Qian stopped talking again.

Suddenly it started to rain lightly, and Han Qian jogged all the way to the cemetery.

As Xu Hongchang said, it is really lively here.

Tu Xiao stood among the tombstones, followed by six or seven boys in black suits. Cuicui stood aside holding an umbrella.

Changde was carrying a parasol. Under the umbrella was Cheng Jin, who was holding a thermos cup. Not far from Cheng Jin was Baitao, who was holding an umbrella alone.

Little Yang Jia was wearing a raincoat and sitting on a tombstone. Even though it was raining, she still grabbed snacks and stuffed them into her mouth.

Xu Hongchang and Wu Siguan hid under a tree.

As soon as Han Qian stopped, Uncle Zhong took out an umbrella from somewhere. Han Qian was the only one under the umbrella, and Uncle Zhong stood in the rain.

Playing is about playing, making trouble is about making trouble.

When it comes time to get down to business, no one can make fun of the young master.

Han Qian lowered his head and lit a cigarette, when several more people came behind him.

Chen Qiang came with Zhao Zhen. I don't know what tricks Fu Dong and Chen Zhan in the capital have done. Now they seem to be the same person.

They were all acquaintances, Chen Qiang sighed.

"Occasionally, my old friend will die. This world is just that, and he won't come back in the next life."

Han Qian frowned and said coldly.

"Then you go die."

In the rain, Cui Li's upper body clothes were gone, and he was bent over and breathing heavily. The bruises on his body could not be seen in the darkness, but judging from his breathing rate and speed, it was difficult for him to face the Yanran in front of him. At this time Yanran seemed to be just warming up slightly.

As if she didn't like the wet feeling, Yanran pulled off her vest with both hands and rushed towards Cui Li. She hit Cui Li hard with a hit she learned from the old man. Cui Li leaned against a tombstone and spat out a mouthful of blood.

Uncle Zhong handed the umbrella to Han Qian.

"Master, I'll come."

Han Qian ignored the handed umbrella, took a deep breath, and put his hands to his mouth.

"Gu! Help me! Yanran can't leave the cemetery tonight."

In the darkness, without anyone seeing it, a ray of cold light flew toward Yanran like a blooming color flower. Yan then took a few steps back, grabbed the flying watermelon knife and looked into the darkness.

"Boom, boom, boom, boom."

The high heels made a sound when stepping on the blue bricks, the black corset cheongsam, the seven-centimeter high heels, and a sandalwood hairpin holding three thousand black hair. ,

An oil-paper umbrella in the left hand and a cigarette pouch in the right hand.

A little scarlet, smoky.

"Nephew, if I don't teach you today, you won't be able to learn."

The red high-heeled shoes moved forward step by step, and the frequency of alternation became faster and faster. The slender and enchanting figure shuttled through the dark night, the silhouette was blurred, but the scarlet color was very eye-catching. The oil-paper umbrella in his hand was chopped down like a sword, and Yanran raised his hand with a roar When he grabbed the oil-paper umbrella that was chopped down.

"stare!"

The oil-paper umbrella exploded suddenly, and Yanran's reaction was top-notch. She changed from claws to fists. When her fist penetrated the oil-paper umbrella, there was no one behind her. The next second, Yanran's body flew sideways, and her ribs hit the tombstone.

The tombstone in disrepair swayed slightly, and a high-heeled shoe was aimed at Yanran's side like an arrow, and Yanran turned around to dodge.

The tombstone broke, and the goddess stood on one foot. At some point, the watermelon knife that flew out was already in her hand.

Taking a deep puff of the intoxicating tobacco, Qian Hong put down his pipe and knocked it before raising the knife.

Han Qian chuckled and raised his right hand.

"Boss Tu, can we still fight?"

Tu Xiao took off his Tang suit, pulled out the two swords from his waist, patted his chest with the sword blades, and shouted.

"I'm not old yet!"

Han Qian laughed.

"Let me, my natal uncle, see the style of Boss Tu, just like the style that made Feng Lun's entire team tremble back then!"

Tu Xiao rushed towards Yanran with two swords in his hands, without any tricks or skills.

If I must describe it.

Cruel, reckless man.

Containing Yanran was the most important step in Han Qian's plan, and it was also a step he had expected. He knew that Lin Zongheng would do something about Liu Shengge's deceased wife's ashes tonight, and Liu Shengge also knew about this. Liu Shengge was a gentleman. He wouldn't put himself in a dangerous situation, he wouldn't show up.

And the only person he can use is Yanran.

Yanran.

This black man is Han Qian who has lived for more than thirty years. In his resume and knowledge, his combat ability ranks second among Cui Li, Guan Junbiao, Dong Yangjie, and Qian Hong. As long as he is not pulled out by that unreasonable existence , no one can defeat Yanran in a duel.

Han Qian and Yan Ran had fought. If calculated by numbers, Yan Ran might be able to defeat forty Han Qian, and Cui Li could defeat two at most. As for the old man Han Xiu, Han Qian never dared to count him as his imaginary enemy.

Facing the attack of the three knives, Yanran just backed away slowly with a wooden stick, coping with it in the darkness with ease.

Han Qian raised his right hand again.

"Jin Can, that's it? My wife is watching. If you're like this, I really have to think carefully about whether you can protect my sister. That's it?"

Cui Li stood up holding the tombstone and walked towards Yanran. He didn't like to talk and didn't know what to say at this time.

Cui Li bent forward quickly and rushed towards Yanran between Qian Hong and Tu Xiao. He hugged Yanran's waist and slammed into the tombstone behind her. Yanran, who had eaten painfully, raised her right hand and hit Cui Li hard on the back with her elbow. , also at this moment, three rays of cold light struck, and Yan Ran leaned back.

Nearly two meters and more than 250 pounds, this guy can actually make an iron bridge.

A flower of blood bloomed, Yan then raised her hands to support the blue bricks, turned around with a low roar, and forcefully rotated her body with Cui Li. She hit Cui Li with a heavy right fist in front of her, and rolled over in the next second. Dodge the incoming cold light.

The two-meter-old man stood up gracefully with a carp blow, and looked down at the missing skin on his chest.

Nothing more.

The strength shown by Yanran made Han Qian feel relieved.

Say less.

Yanran can probably hit Han Qian sixty times. The last time the two of them fought in the hospital, he really didn't want to kill Han Qian, let alone hurt Han Qian.

"Master."

At some point, Uncle Zhong had a sniper rifle in his hand. Han Qian turned his head to look at Uncle Zhong and smiled.

"Three against one is already very bad. Using hot weapons to kill Yanran is insulting to me."

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As he spoke, Han Qian unbuttoned the cuffs of his black shirt and unbuttoned his collar. At this moment, everyone's eyes fell on Han Qian, including Yanran.

Baitao looked at Han Qian with furrowed brows. Just as she was about to speak, Cheng Jin, who was closest to her and was most leisurely under the huge parasol, suddenly spoke.

"Changde!"

Changde, who was holding an umbrella, smiled.

"Here I am."

Cheng Jin opened the thermos cup and blew in the hot water.

"I've been in the office for so long, so it's good to move my body and bones."

"OK!"

Chang De took off his suit jacket to reveal the suspender vest underneath. The retired champion of the year had long wanted to be young again.

Watching Changde walk into the rain, Uncle Zhong, who was already soaked, said softly.

"Master, I can fight too."

"There are too many people leaving my aunt."

"You are always so gentle."

Changde's joining did not make Yanran feel any pressure, and he even raised his finger at Han Qian and said something in English. Han Qian frowned and turned to look at Chen Qiang.

"put."

Chen Qiang curled his lips and Zhao Zhen frowned.

"He said that he and Dongyangsuke are both from the other side of the ocean, but he will never embarrass his master like Dongyangsuke."

Snap!

Han Qian raised his hands and covered his face.

Fortunately the Japanese are not here.

The short battle left Tu Xiao's body a little overwhelmed. Qian Hong's pipe was broken by Yan Ran's punch and he received a punch in the chest. Cui Li, who had been fighting Yan Ran for 20 minutes before, had no fighting power at this time.

Chang De put on a fighting stance towards Yan Ran. Yan Ran ignored the unarmed Chang De and strode towards Qian Hong. Among these people, only this woman posed the greatest threat to him, and what the young master told her when she went out.

"If Cui Li doesn't have to fight hard, he won't kill you!"

"If it were Tu Xiao, he wouldn't kill you."

"But if Qian Hong takes action, remember to be careful, she will kill someone."

"If people at the Yamen Gate take action, be careful to fight back hard."

Bang!

After being punched on the side of the face, Yanran turned her head to look at Chang De beside her. She just raised her head and wiped her face and continued to walk towards Qian Hong. Chang De was furious when she was ignored. When she punched again, her fist was held by Yanran, and then she punched hard. Hitting Changde's lower abdomen, Changde instantly knelt on the ground.

For some reasons, Yan Ran didn't dare to hit Chang De too hard, but this punch already made Chang De kneel on the ground.

At this time, Cui Li stood up from behind Yanran and hugged his waist. At this moment, Qian Hong rushed towards Yanran with a knife. Yanran quickly took action, pinched Qian Hong's neck with his dark right hand, and lifted him up forcefully.

The slender Qian Hong was like a sapling in Yanran's hands, seemingly ready to be destroyed at any time.

Tu Xiao, whose body was already overwhelmed, used his last bit of strength to fly out the machete. Yanran struggled in her mind for a moment, and threw Qian Hong out. The machete flew in front of him, and Yanran kicked him who was about to get up. Chang De's face, then turned around and lifted Cui Li up, preparing to smash the tombstone with his lower back.

Another mouthful of blood.

Cui Li, Qian Hong, Tu Xiao, Chang De.

The four of them did not get any advantage when facing Yanran.

Han Qian stood under the umbrella and didn't think there was anything wrong with this. If there are people with superior IQs in this world, then there will also be people with superior physiques.

Han Qian firmly believes that he is a half-brained person, but Yanran is definitely a monster with a superior physique.

Otherwise, he wouldn't be the one with the highest status beside Liu Shengge.

"Hey, hey, the prince is going to overturn."

Chen Qiang started to ridicule, but the next second a piece of mud was thrown on his face, making Chen Qiang angry.

"How about we give it a try!"

Han Qian ignored Chen Qiang, he was thinking.

Just then, an angry scream came out.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh"

Seeing this, Han Qian panicked and rushed out of the umbrella, but he was still a step too late. Xiao Yang Jia had already rushed in front of Yanran, raised his fist and performed a set of cat punches on Yanran's back. Yanran turned around and looked around .

At this moment he was at a loss.

Where are people?

Then she slowly lowered her head and looked at the angry-looking little Yang Jia. Yan Ran stretched out her hand and grabbed the back collar of little Yang Jia. Under the astonished eyes of everyone, Yan Ran picked up little Yang Jia and placed her on the tombstone again.

"Ahhhhhh!!!!!!"

Han Qian's mentality collapsed.

I'm not afraid that you'll be bored, and I'm not afraid that you'll be crazy.

I'm fucking afraid that you'll poke my heart out.

Yanran turned around and bent down, grabbed Chang De's head, pulled him up from the ground like pulling a carrot, and hit Chang De's face with a headbutt. Blood exploded instantly, and Chang De lay on the ground and kept wailing.

The bridge of the nose is broken.

The front teeth are missing.

Yanran strode towards Tu Xiao. At this time, Xiao Cui rushed forward and opened her arms. Yan Ran scratched her head and turned away. Tu Xiao stood up and pushed Cui Cui away.

"I don't need a girl to protect me!"

Tu Xiao rushed towards Yanran, but before he could get close, he was kicked several meters away by Yanran. He was lying on the ground struggling and unable to get up.

Yanran stood next to Qian Hong, stretched out her hand and grabbed Qian Hong's neck. At this moment, Yanran's cell phone rang. Looking at the number on the phone, Yanran did not answer the call, but gently put Qian Hong on the phone. On the green bricks, he turned around to look at Han Qian and raised his fingers.

Han Qian tore off his shirt and stepped forward, when a sound that made Han Qian's teeth itch came out.

"Son, how many pounds does it weigh? Is the coffin enough?"

Baitao didn't know when there was an old man behind him. Han Qian turned his head and said angrily.

"Shut up, old guy! It's none of your business!"

The old man chuckled.

"You can't beat Yan Ran, and all of you here can't beat Yan Ran. He's not using all his strength now, and none of his moves are killing skills! Son, dad has one."

Han Qian waved his hand.

"Get out! You are not allowed to interfere in anything between me and Liu Shengge! The wheel battle is already very embarrassing. Am I moving it out for my father? I would rather be beaten to death than have my spine poked for the rest of my life. Keep the coffin. ! Lie inside tonight!”

Han Qian standing in front of Yanran may not feel as pressured as Qian Hong. Yanran looked at Han Qian and sighed, and Han Qian raised his fingers at Yanran.

"Tōyōsuke may have never won, but your young master hasn't beaten me either!"

Yanran shook her head.

"I don't want to fight you!"

Han Qian smiled.

"It's okay. I don't blame you if I beat Han Jia to death. Just say you didn't hear him when he was calling you. You were injured, right? I won't take advantage of you."

After saying this, he bent down to pick up the watermelon knife, and pointed the sharp sword at his chest.

A sharp scratch was made, the bandage fell to the ground, and a thirty centimeter-long knife edge appeared in the mouth.

"Bang!"

The watermelon knife fell to the ground, and Han Qian hooked his hand at Yanran.

“I’ll fight you one by one!”