Ex-wife becomes creditor after divorce Season 2.

Chapter 641 Yaoyue

Yan Qingqing didn't eat two leaves in total. Wen Nuan held a big bowl and ate a small pot.

After eating, I lay down on the small bed on the balcony.

"I'm going to sleep~"

Yan Qingqing moved closer to Nuan Nuan without giving up and whispered.

"Don't sleep! I get more irritable when you sleep. I work hard very late every day, but I think very little. Why can you sleep!"

Nuan Nuan sat up and pointed at his head.

"People are different. Of course, humans and foxes are also different. You have worked hard for so many years to become so big. Sisters, I was only 1.73 meters tall when I was born!"

Yan Qingqing bit her upper lip and nodded. .

"Yeah! Okay, Nuan Nuan, you are really good at it!"

Wen Nuan smiled.

"That's pretty good, what can I say? And you said your breasts are bigger than mine? Tell me, tell me~ Who would get angry with an idiot!"

Warmth lay down again.

Yan Qingqing seemed to be really anxious. She ran upstairs and got into the warm room to start thinking about work. Han Qian looked at the warmth of sleeping and went upstairs to take a look at Yan Qingqing. He really couldn't say anything, but to Yan Qingqing A little pressure is good too.

As darkness approached, Wen Nuan opened his eyes in a daze, looked at Han Qian who was sitting on the sofa watching TV without turning on the light, and said softly.

"Where are the people? Are they all gone?"

Han Qian smiled.

"No~ Aunt Ji is upstairs talking to Tong Yao about school. My wife is working in the room because she was stimulated by you. You have slept all afternoon. Can you still fall asleep at night?"

Warm shook his head.

"Don't sleep. I can have another day off tomorrow, Sunday. Come on! Let's play some games!"

Nuan Nuan took Han Qian to play games until after two o'clock, and Han Qian slept in a small bed on the first floor.

Yan Qingqing stayed up late working until after two o'clock, and then was forced to sleep by Wen Nuan.

On Sunday, Han Qian couldn't hold on after three hours at home. He had been listening to them arguing since he opened his eyes in the morning. He was either very irritable or simply felt a little noisy.

Just when he received a call from Lin Zongheng, Han Qian also found a reason to go out.

After going downstairs and getting into Xu Hongchang's car, he soon arrived at the golf course. From afar, Lin Zongheng saw Han Qian limping over and raised his eyebrows and shouted.

"Have you imitated the eunuch?"

Han Qian frowned and replied.

"Fuck you, what did you say to me on the phone?"

Han Qian stepped forward without saying a word and punched Lin Zongheng with his fist. Lin Zongheng tilted his head and snatched it away, and two invitations appeared in front of Han Qian.

"I invite you to my wife's birthday dinner and the party at the Binhai Yamen Gate to welcome investors to Binhai."

Two invitations.

Han Qian took the invitation and glanced at Lin Zongheng, frowning.

"You invite me? Is it okay if I don't go?"

Lin Zongheng stretched out his hand to straighten Han Qian's collar and said softly.

"Why did you come out to see me without adjusting your appearance?"

Han Qian frowned and Lin Zongheng said again.

"I'm just giving you the invitation. It's up to you to decide whether you go or not. My legs are on your body and I can't tie you there. But there is another thing to do to call you here today. Look. It's so boring for us to fight and fight now, and others still laugh at us, Bin County is pretty good, why don't you find an opportunity to swallow it up for Chen Qiang?"

Han Qian squinted at Lin Zongheng.

"Really, I don't believe even a single punctuation mark of what you said."

After saying that, he took out the invitation and patted Lin Zongheng on the chest.

"I'm not interested in your party, and I don't need so-called invitations to where I want to go. You bastard! Times have changed. I'm not the brat of the past, and you're not the CEO of Changxiang back then."

Lin Zongheng shrugged.

"What you said makes sense, but Han Qian, I want to nag you, if I fell from being a detective back then, will you be able to secure your position in this position?"

"Oh."

Lin Zongheng's brows suddenly wrinkled, and he stared at Han Qian and frowned.

"Can you stop being such a fucking scumbag? I've been nagging you so much and you just give me one?"

Han Qian frowned.

"Otherwise? I'll recite Mulan Ci to you, chirp again chirp? The main thing is that you can't give me any threats now, really! Lin Zongheng, if you never show up and let me not know whether you are dead or alive, I will I'm even more afraid, but... I told you what to do more of? Are you hungry? I'll treat you to a bowl of noodles."

Lin Zongheng shrugged.

"I won't be polite to you."

Lin Zongheng drove and Han Qian took the car. This was the first time the two of them sat in a car. Han Qian complained about how crowded the Mercedes-Benz was, while Lin Zongheng frowned while driving.

"Really, you're perfect for sitting down and riding a donkey. Han Qian, you've been like a bitch all your life."

Han Qian lit a cigarette and frowned.

"What? I'm carrying a bastard shell like you? What nonsense, give me the lighter!"

"Give me a cigarette, or else you'll rub your fingers."

Han Qian handed Lin Zongheng a cigarette, and Lin Zongheng handed Han Qian a lighter. After lighting the cigarette, Han Qian threw the lighter along the window. Lin Zongheng reached out and put his arm around Han Qian's neck, holding the lit cigarette. Light the cigarette in Step's mouth.

After walking around for more than an hour, the two found a fly restaurant.

It was extremely small, with only three tables in total. When the two of them walked in, Lin Zongheng frowned and shouted.

"Here comes a bowl of noodles, how spicy!"

The boss who was cleaning the table didn't respond at all. Lin Zongheng frowned and shouted again.

"I told you to meet me later!"

After Han Qian sat down, he picked up the small book on the table and said softly.

"Stop shouting, deaf-mute. I have a child who is relatively healthy, but they sent her to another place. They said that if I follow you here, they will worry that the child will be looked down upon by people like you."

After Han Qian finished writing the noodles he wanted, he handed them to the boss who was cleaning the table. Only then did the honest man realize that someone was coming and he quickly took out a pen and wrote down a few words.

"Wait."

Lin Zongheng looked at the words on the paper and frowned.

"It doesn't matter if you can't speak. You are born with it, but your tone of voice is so bad?"

Han Qian put his chin in his hands and looked at Lin Zongheng, smiling.

"If you can't hear, can you feel the modal particles in this world? Lin Zongheng, what is the most funny and heart-wrenching sentence you have ever heard?"

Lin Zongheng sat across from Han Qian and curled his lips.

"Sorry, I Love You."

Han Qian shook his head and smiled.

"No, no, no, it was a deaf-mute who got into a car accident and edited a text message to his friend saying, 'They hit me with the car.'"

Lin Zongheng raised his head and smiled. He smiled and lowered his head without saying a word. Two bowls of noodles were served. Han Qian took out his mobile phone and typed a few words. He also specially sent an emoticon that he thought was very stupid. The boss smiled and held out two fingers to Han Qian.

Han Qian took out 20 yuan and handed it to the boss. The boss gave him four yuan. Lin Zongheng looked at Han Qian.

"Are you short of these four dollars?"

Han Qian shook his head.

"Not bad, but everyone has their own dignity and life that they should enjoy. Can you accept charity?"

Lin Zongheng took a bite of noodles and said vaguely.

"I can accept the prince's donation of millions to me."

Han Qian shrugged and said softly.

"I used to hate emoticons, but now I find emoticons very useful. They can express my emotions and attitude to people who can't hear me. Bastard, I noticed that you have changed. You don't seem to be the cold-blooded animal you used to be."

Lin Zongheng shook his head.

"No, I still don't have such a thing as feelings. It's very troublesome. I didn't listen well."

Han Qian pouted.

"Come on, eat some garlic."

"I don't eat onions, ginger, and garlic. I've sent you the invitation to the party. The rest is up to you to decide."

Han Qian smiled.

"Eat another bowl?"

While the two were talking, the thick curtain of the noodle shop was opened, and two sturdy men walked in. They didn't speak or order noodles, but just stared at Lin Zongheng and Han Qian. Han Qian took a sip of noodle soup and took the noodles. He wiped his mouth with a tissue and said softly.

"Is this the purpose of your appointment with me this afternoon?"

Lin Zongheng raised his head and looked at Han Qian, wiping his mouth in a very gentlemanly manner.

"Do you believe me when I say I don't know what's going on? There is no need for me to attack you at this time, and I will not give you a reason to attack me."

Han Qian shrugged.

"The facts are in front of us."

Lin Zongheng stood up, took off his windbreaker and handed it to Han Qian, then lit a cigarette and blew out the smoke.

"Take it, I'll peel off the dirty skin for you."

(End of this chapter)