Ex-wife becomes creditor after divorce Season 2.

Chapter 647 We didn’t have a good chat

In the loess desert, it was getting dark before Song Zhe drove back to his small apartment. He had followed Tong Defeng here a few years ago, and his original dream of returning to the capital was ruined, now that he was in this place where nothing matters.

Except sand is still sand.

All this was attributed to Han Qian. Song Zhe lay on the bed and touched the gunshot wound on his shoulder.

Han Qian, Dong Yangjie.

If given the chance, I would never let these two people go. Just like those people who were arrested at the beginning, especially the tough-talking woman in Liu Shengge's family, didn't they just obey in the end?

Song Zhe's face gradually turned red as he imagined torturing Han Qian and Dong Yangjie. After a while, his body trembled, and he sat up and went to the bathroom.

After taking a shower, Song Zhe walked out of the bathroom and stood in front of the mirror to look at his appearance, then stretched out his hand and patted his chest.

The next second, a black man's face appeared behind him. As soon as Song Zhe turned around, his neck was suddenly pinched by the black man. His feet gradually left the ground, and his back was pressed against the cold mirror. When Song Zhe's eyes fell on a man wearing purple When he saw a man wearing a floral suit with a super short ponytail, his eyes showed a bit of panic, and then he spoke with difficulty.

"Liu...Liu..."

Liu Shengge lit a cigarette and laughed.

"Yanran, give him a chance to speak."

The moment Yan Ran let go of her hand, Song Zhe sat limply on the ground. Song Zhe covered his neck and stared at Liu Shengge.

"Liu Shengge, don't you dare kill me! I'm a public official, it would be a big deal if you kill me!"

Liu Shengge walked towards Song Zhe with a cigarette. After taking a puff of the cigarette, he suddenly poked the cigarette butt on Song Zhe's forehead. The moment Song Zhe opened his mouth, Yanran had already stuffed Song Zhe's underwear into his mouth. Liu Shengge He picked up the cigarette butt and took two deep puffs. After Yanran was lit again, Liu Shengge turned his head and looked at Yanran.

"Are you happy?"

Yanran shook her head.

"If you're not in this mood, Nana can sit on my shoulders."

Liu Shengge stood up, and Yanran took out a dagger and pierced Song Zhe's neck. Song Zhe looked at Liu Shengge and Yanran standing in front of him. He wanted to beg for mercy and help, but he couldn't make any sound, just like when he treated Nana and others. Like people, at that time he thought the voices begging for mercy and wailing were so beautiful, but today he couldn't hear his own voice.

Time passed by little by little, and life passed by little by little. When Song Zhe felt that he was about to die, Liu Shengge took out his mobile phone and walked up to him. On the screen was the number 120, Liu Shengge said coldly.

"As long as you can get through, I will let you live!"

Song Zhe slowly raised his hand, and the next second his phone was thrown out by Liu Shengge, who said with a sinister smile.

"How could I keep you from dying!"

Liu Shengge turned around and left with Yanran. After the two left, two 'scavengers' walked into the room with black bags. When they left again, Song Zhe had been faked as committing suicide, and in front of him Everything Song Zhe had done was left on his desk.

There is no impermeable wall in the world. Of course, as long as you have money, you can know anything you want to know.

The network number called the police, and the phone was then thrown into the sewer.

Tong Defeng received a call from Liu Shengge.

"Mr. Tong, it seems that we have never sat down and had a good chat."

Tong Defeng closed his eyes and took a deep breath.

"We have nothing to talk about."

Liu Shengge laughed.

"Nothing to talk about? I think we have a lot to say. My Nana has never enjoyed life in her whole life. When she finally felt that she could live for herself, you and Song Zhe tortured her until she committed suicide. Are we really not counting this debt? Mr. Tong, I don’t care who you are, and I don’t care what status and background you have. Don’t give me a chance, I will chop off your head with my own hands!”

Tong Defeng said coldly.

"I can record what you said."

Liu Shengge smiled. "Okay! If I dare to call you, I won't be afraid of you recording it. Just hide it!"

After hanging up the phone, Tong Defeng took a deep breath and saw a call on his cell phone.

Song Zhe is dead!

Tong Defeng's head buzzed, and he felt that everything was dark in front of him. He never thought that he had already hid here, and Liu Shengge would actually come after him to kill Song Zhe. Tong Defeng took a few deep breaths and called Liu Shengge. phone number.

"You and I will fight until we die."

"You die, I sleep, it's simple."

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It was still freezing cold in the north, and Feng Lun lay on the beach and basked in the sun. This season in Australia should be considered relatively happy.

Feng Lun looked at the sky with his sunglasses on. He had donated all his assets to the International Children's Aid Center, and now he only had about a million in pocket money. Now that Li Shaoqi was ready to go to Binhai, Feng Lun knew that it was left to him There is not much left in my life.

Return to Binhai, kill Li Shaoqi, surprise everyone, and let everyone understand how hypocritical this world is.

Feng Lun has already thought about it. Standing in the middle of the stage, illuminated by the lights like a god, he will destroy the beliefs of those people bit by bit and let these stupid people know that their lives should be in their own hands. .

Thinking of these, Feng Lun still felt a little reluctant to leave this world just like that?

Is it really redemption?

"Mr. Feng Lun, the identity you want has been prepared."

Feng Lun turned around and looked at the woman standing behind him. She was wearing the same suit and the same dress. Unfortunately, she didn't have the same heartbeat. Feng Lun reached out to take the new identity file and chuckled softly.

"Thanks."

The woman shook her head.

"You're welcome. You have donated so much money to us and rescued so many suffering children, but we don't care about other things you have done. I believe you are a caring person."

Feng Lun shook his head.

"Love? I don't have that kind of thing. I just finish the things that my wife has not finished. We may not meet again."

The woman smiled.

"I would like to invite Mr. Feng Lun to my house for a cup of tea tonight."

Feng Lun smiled.

"If you're not used to drinking tea, you can keep the tea until we meet again. I'm going back to my country first."

The woman has a good figure, a good appearance, and a good conversation. She is a ninety percent beauty no matter what, but Feng Lun has no wavering or thoughts in his heart. Now he just wants to return to Binhai quickly and make the party faster. Appear.

Feng Lun got on the plane with his new identity and sat in the first class cabin thinking about two things.

Kill Li Shaoqi.

Sit down and have a good chat with Han Qian to see if he has chosen the right life, or if I, Feng Lun, have taken the wrong path.

Although it was rough, Feng Lun never thought he was wrong.

Qin Yaozu, who was in Shengjing, was hiding at home. He had already received a call from Binhai and was very sure that Feng Lun would definitely show up at the Qingming Festival party. Qin Yaozu was still hesitating and struggling.

Debating whether to go to Binhai.

He was still struggling with whether Feng Lun was wrong or right.

　There was really something going on at home today, but it doesn’t really matter. My mother scolded me and I couldn’t calm down to work. I will choose to work in the middle of the night next time.

　　Two sheets of water. There are many, many things to do this afternoon, including buying a circulating pump for floor heating and replacing the gas meter at my dad’s house. No date! work hard.

　　

　

(End of this chapter)