Ex-wife becomes creditor after divorce Season 2.

Chapter 11 Your name is Han Qian
There are many words on the blackboard.

Car accident, snake venom, memory loss.

Warm, An An, Wei Jiu.

marina.

Prince!
But still without any clue, Han Qian turned his head to look at the plasterboard wall beside him, stepped forward and took a deep breath, then bumped his head against the wall, which knocked him dazed for a few seconds I forgot what my name was.

"Xiaoqian, I'm going out to work on the group. I'll leave it to you if there's nothing else to do here."

Old Man Yan's voice came from outside the door, and Han Qian nodded.

"Oh!"

Another crisp word.

Old man Yan struggled for a while and finally comforted himself not to bully a patient.

Han Qian didn't leave the Internet cafe all day, and Zhou Le didn't come over either. He just called Han Qian and asked if he wanted goji berries. He bought a lot, but Han Qian declined with a smile.

"Go away."

After watching the master laying the floor tiles for a day, Han Qian finally gave it a try, and before leaving, the master told him that if they make trouble again tomorrow, they will not come.

Like a child who made a mistake, Han Qian kept on promising that he would never make trouble.

The workers had a good impression of this young man, knowing that he was the nephew of the owner of the Internet cafe, but he had no airs at all, and he was easy to talk and had no temper.

After seeing off the workers, Han Qian sat on the bench and listened to storytelling, and Zhao Zilong came in and out seven times. Han Qian suddenly became interested, bent down to pick up a stick, and squatted down with his head covered after a trick. on the ground.

What a pain.

At this moment, the closed rolling door was opened outside. Han Qian thought it was Old Man Yan who had returned, but he didn't take it seriously. He only raised his head when his head was kicked and kicked on the ground.

Looking at the five men with big arms and round waists in front of him.

Han Qian stood up and pouted.

"Close the door!"

Brother Pao waved at the younger brother behind him with a steel pipe in his hand, raised his middle finger and pointed at Han Qian, and said with a sinister smile.

"Han Qian! Aren't you very brave?"

Ok?
Han Qian was taken aback for a moment, then grinned and said with a smile.

"Do you know my name is Han Qian? Then I don't have any burden!"

After the words fell, Han Qian stepped forward with a stick in his hands, holding the stick with both hands and throwing it at Brother Pao's head as if he were playing a baseball.

Dead hand!

Chatting with Wei Jiu two days ago, and observing Wei Jiu's actions, Han Qian knows that it is definitely not only friends who are looking for him now, but also some enemies from the beginning, and even allies from the beginning.

The stick didn't leave any strength, Brother Pao retreated and dodged, the stick passed by the tip of his nose, and the next second Han Qian was standing sideways in front of Brother Pao, the soles of his cloth shoes enlarged in his pupils.

Brother Pao is about 1.8 meters tall, and Han Qian kicked him in the face sideways.

Brother Pao fell into the arms of the younger brother. They really came for revenge today. They thought it was a unilateral massacre, but they never expected that Han Qian would dare to fight back.

Brother Pao, who was covered in blood, pointed at Han Qian and said angrily.

"Call me!"

Two men wearing motorcycle helmets rushed towards Han Qian with sticks in their hands. One left and one right, the sticks went up and down. Han Qian stood in front of him holding the sticks in both hands. At this moment, the man wearing a black mask smashed Han Qian's head with a stick!

Han Qian took a few steps back, slowly raised his hand and touched the top of his head, and then looked at the scarlet palm, blood flowing down his forehead.

His gaze became scarlet, and Han Qian smiled, but before he could fight back, two men wearing motorcycle helmets stepped forward again, and two sticks were pulled in his lower abdomen. Han Qian knelt down on the ground instantly, and spit out a mouthful of bright red.

"Hahahaha, what a scene of deja vu!"

Han Qian struggled to stand up, took off his worn military overcoat, and threw away the stick in his hand.

"Still not used to using these things."

Facing the man holding the steel pipe in front of him, Han Qian rushed forward with bare hands, bent to avoid the oncoming steel pipe, ignored the severe pain on his back, stretched out his left hand to cover the helmet man's glasses, and then Another punch was aimed at his throat.

At this moment, severe pain came from his back again. Regardless of the pain, Han Qian punched the face of the black mask with his fist, and rushed towards Brother Pao in the next second. Fragmentary memories appeared in his mind.

The same night, the same two killers wearing helmets, and a vague memory of a girl with a baseball bat.

Vague!

Very vague.

"Hahahahahaha."

Han Qian laughed madly, he felt the blood in his body was boiling and burning, he was pulled up when he just swung two punches, the two held his arms tightly, Brother Pao stood up and punched again and again It hit Han Qian's face.

"Just fuck your name is Han Qian? Hit me? I'll fuck you up today!"

Fists kept falling on Han Qian's face, Han Qian spit on Brother Pao's face, Brother Pao bent down to pick up the steel pipe on the ground, and was about to hit Han Qian's stomach, when Han Qian punched the steel pipe in the throat The younger brother stood up and stopped Brother Pao.

Brother Pao frowned.

"Are you in trouble?"

The younger brother shook his head, covered his throat with one hand, then covered the middle of the steel pipe, and pressed one end against Han Qian's lips, then nodded to Brother Pao, and said hoarsely.

"He is the most tempered man."

Brother Pao was taken aback and asked.

"know?"

"That's right. There are grievances and grievances. It's a surprise."

Picking up a brick with a grinning grin, they wanted to knock out all of Han Qian's teeth.

Just as Brother Pao raised his hand and turned his head to make a move, the rolling door behind him was suddenly pulled open. Brother Pao, who had been interrupted twice, turned his head with grim eyes. Zhou Le, who was standing at the door, looked at the chaos in front of him and looked inside. The five strong men and Han Qian who was captured.

In the next second, Zhou Le took a step back and closed the rolling door.

Zhou Le turned around and whispered.

"Five confessions, if you go in, you will be beaten to death, right?"

At the end of the sentence, Zhou Le took off his coat and threw it at the door, picked up a brick and opened the shutter door again and rushed in.

What the hell is wrong with being beaten to death?
Xiaoqian is my friend! !
Zhou Le rushed into the Internet cafe, the rolling shutter door automatically fell down, Zhou Le turned his head and threw it out and hit Brother Pao on the back, he had never fought before, he didn't know how to fight, Zhou Le took off his sweater and shouted arrogantly .

"They're all fucking coming at me! A bunch of rubbish, Lord today..."

boom!
Brother Pao turned around and kicked Zhou Le's stomach. Zhou Le, who only weighed about [-], was kicked to the ground in an instant. Brother Pao stepped forward and grabbed Zhou Le's hair, grinning.

"I dare not hit you if you want to wear urban management clothes, but you take them off!"

Hua Luo grabbed Zhou Le's hair and slammed it hard on the floor tiles. The men laughed loudly. At this moment, Han Qian suddenly turned around and kicked his suit in the crotch beside him. Under the severe pain, this person could not bear the pain. Squatting down on the ground in control, Han Qian turned around and grabbed the other person's hair, hitting the head twice in a row.

The remaining guy with the white mask and the red motorcycle helmet jumped at Han Qian in an instant. Just as Brother Pao slipped away, Zhou Le suddenly opened his mouth and bit his wrist. Zhou Le threw it at Han Qian.

Han Qian took a step back to catch Zhou Le. Zhou Le shook his head and stood in front of Han Qian with trembling legs. At this time, Brother Pao and the others were only slightly injured.

Han Qian whispered.

"You're going to be beaten, what are you doing here?"

Zhou Le wiped the blood from his face, gritted his teeth and said.

"You're all poor buddies! You have to be together even when you're beaten! You're going to be hospitalized in one room!"

(End of this chapter)