Ex-wife becomes creditor after divorce Season 2

It’s time to leave Binhai!

I’m finally leaving this hellish place!

Lin Zongheng couldn't suppress his inner excitement just thinking about boarding the plane and leaving this trashy city. Thinking about Han Qian's rage and Han Qian jumping off the wall, and thinking about Liu Shengge being tortured and humiliated by him every day, Lin Zongheng couldn't help but feel excited. Zongheng packed his things with difficulty.

To be precise, there was only one thing. It was a very old photo frame. It was a photo taken more than thirty years ago. Lin Zongheng remembered that for this photo, he spent a lot of money begging the two Zhang brothers to go to their old house. He got it back for himself, but now he can't find it.

Lin Zongheng lay on the bed and rummaged around, feeling a little anxious.

He can give up anything, money and dignity, but he must find this photo. He is afraid that he will forget his mother's appearance and that he will never be able to see her in this life.

"Where is it? Why can't I find it? Chun Lin Chun Shui!"

Lin Zongheng's face became very anxious. He ignored the injuries on his body and rolled to the ground. He climbed to his backpack, ripped open the zipper with his teeth, and poured everything on the ground with difficulty.

Facing the hard-earned ticket and the false identity, the escape that Lin Zongheng longed for seemed like a piece of waste paper in his eyes. Until he saw the old photo, Lin Zongheng smiled. .

He picked up the photo and hid it in his arms, lying on the ground and looking at the ceiling.

That's good.

It feels like my mother is always by my side.

After a long, long time, Lin Zongheng found that neither Zhang Chunlin nor Zhang Chunshui came in. He went to the bedside and picked up his mobile phone to dial Zhang Chunlin's number.

"It's almost ten o'clock, where are you two?"

On the phone, Zhang Chunlin said in a low voice.

"Chun Shui and I are preparing the car. Chun Shui will sacrifice himself. I will take you on the plane during the chaos."

"Sorry to trouble you."

Zhang Chunlin hung up the phone, and now he was sitting downstairs where Lin Zongheng was hiding.

He lit a cigarette and was in a daze in silence. It wasn't until the appearance of a Volvo that Zhang Chunlin raised his head. The door opened and Zhang Chunlin took the initiative to get in the car. After getting in, a black hood covered his head.

Xiaohai's voice rang in his ears.

"Although there is a reason for you to do this, there can be no traitors in District 8. You will have two options to choose from. One is to leave Binhai with a sum of money, and the other is to leave two fingers and continue. In District 8, don’t rush to explain this matter to me. Go back and talk to the master.”

Zhang Chunlin still didn't speak.

About five minutes after the Volvo left, a blue BMW 7 Series parked where the Volvo had just been. A handsome man in a suit opened the door and got out of the car.

Today, he no longer has the burly black man or the secretary in a tight short skirt and glasses beside him.

The man raised his head and looked at the dilapidated building in front of him and curled his lips. He took out his pistol and looked down at it, with the corners of his mouth rising slightly.

"Mr. Han, don't sleep~it's ten o'clock~"

Yeats gently shook the sleeping Han Qian. She called him to wake him up according to Han Qian's instructions, but after calling him several times, Han Qian didn't wake up. Yeats was a little anxious. At this time, Nuan Nuan opened the door and walked in. He glanced at Yeats and then at Han Qian.

Yeats glanced at Wen Nuan and whispered in Han Qian's ear.

"Mr. Han, wake up, it's time to get busy!"

Han Qian still didn't respond. Yeats turned to look at Wen Nuan. Wen Wen reached out and picked up the teacup on the table. A glass of water poured down Han Qian's head. Wen Nuan handed the tea cup to Yeats and frowned.

"Why are you so gentle? Slap his big mouth!"

Looking at Han Qian who woke up, Yeats whispered.

"I wouldn't dare."

Han Qian frowned and stared at Wen Nuan, and Wen Wen smiled.

"It's ten o'clock! Are you okay?"

"Ohhhhhh!"

Han Qian came back to his senses, wiped his face, picked up his phone and looked at Yeats.

"Has Liu Shengge gone out already?"

Yeats nodded.

"Yes, according to what you said, I sent him a few messages every hour, and the last message was sent to him about fifteen minutes ago."

Han Qian stood up, stretched and yawned.

"I'm going to District 8, will you two come with me?"

Yeats tilted his head and said doubtfully.

"Guan Junbiao and Tu Xiao are both in the hospital. Why don't you go downstairs? Why go to the Eighth District?"

Nuan Nuan raised his fingers at Han Qian.

"Drive my car?"

For a moment Yeats felt as stupid as a pig!

The three of them went downstairs. Han Qian was looking down at his phone all the way. Wen Nuan was jumping up and down, and a pair of high heels were beating out the rhythm. At first, Yeats wanted to let Wen Nuan be quiet and not disturb Mr. Han, but slowly She discovered that Han Qian, who was looking down at his cell phone, identified the direction based on the sound of warm high heels.

After going downstairs and getting in the car, Nuan Nuan drove and Han Qian sat in the passenger seat. Just as Yeats was about to speak, Han Qian dialed the phone.

"Hey, Baitao, are you sleeping? There are a few things I want to tell you. Let's talk about the simpler ones first. Liu Shengge went to kill Lin Zongheng. The location is just over the Wanghai Temple turntable in a building that has been planned for demolition. Residential building, right-hand door on the fourth floor of Unit 3. You have someone come over to collect the body, so that it won’t be discovered in a few days and it will be on the news, which will be even more troublesome.”

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Baitao on the other side of the phone stood up and said in a low voice.

"How do you know Lin Zongheng is at Wanghai Temple?"

Han Qian hung up the phone and then sent a text message to Cheng Jin. When Han Qian put down the phone, Ye Zhi spoke.

"Mr. Han?"

"Hmm?"

Looking at Han Qian who was still looking at the phone, Ye Zhi gave up asking, and then Han Qian called again.

"Are you busy, my lady? Let me ask you something. How many times have I been sued in the past few years? Hmm? So many? You call Qin Yaozu, and call Chen Zhan in Beijing an hour later to ask how to deal with someone who maliciously attacks with a gun. Let Chen Zhan give a detailed legal plan, and then you prepare to cooperate with Qin Yaozu and do what Chen Zhan said. In a word, if there is something, find Chen Zhan. It's useless to tell you Cai Qinghu about the Supreme Court's rules. Do you understand?"

After hanging up the phone, Han Qian closed his eyes.

"I'll sleep a little longer!"

No problem.

As long as there are no particularly mysterious people and things, Han Qian believes that his plan will not go wrong.

Bai Tao is a woman, and women are inevitably a little sentimental and compassionate to the poor. How many Wu Zetians are there in this world?

The white Pamei stopped on the street in District 8. Ye Zhi was about to call Han Qian when Wen Nuan said softly.

"No need to shout, just park his car here."

As Wen Nuan said, several backbones in District 8 of the company were arguing heatedly about how to deal with the two brothers Zhang Chunlin and Zhang Chunshui. Some said they should kill them, and some said it was justifiable. When the white Pamei stopped on the street, the backbone meeting was quiet.

In fact, this matter didn't seem to be that important, so there was no rush.

Lin Zongheng looked at the time on his phone. There was less than an hour left before he left Binhai. After going abroad, he could contact Concubine Hua. By then, he could still live a comfortable life abroad, and even make a comeback to find a third chance to seek revenge on Han Qian.

He failed to return to China twice, and he didn't believe that he would fail again when he returned to China for the third time.

"Click."

The sound of the door lock being opened reached his ears, and Lin Zongheng became excited. It was Zhang Chunlin who came back and was going to take him away.

Hearing the footsteps getting closer and closer, Lin Zongheng shouted.

"Chunlin!"

The bedroom door was pushed open, and Liu Shengge smiled at Lin Zongheng who was leaning against the bed with a gun half exposed.

"My name is Liu Shengge, not Chunlin."