After the divorce, the ex-wife became a creditor

The two guys said they were going to ride horses. Wei Jiu drove to Han Qian's downstairs to pick him up early the next morning. There was also a man in his thirties in the car. Nuan Nuan, who went out with Han Qian, looked at him standing there. Wei Jiu, who was beside the car, glanced at Han Qian again and whispered not to mess around. Han Qian stopped and saluted.

"As you command! Wife-in-law!"

Nuan Nuan took out a card from his bag and handed it to Han Qian, then spoke softly.

"Remember to bring money when you go out to play. Don't always ask others to treat you. It's like our family has no money. Besides, we live together. If you don't have money, tell me, don't always go to Cai Qinghu to ask for money. Isn't it embarrassing?"

"Know it."

"Go!"

Han Qian opened the door and got in the car, Wei Jiu said softly as he drove.

"Dr. Wen is your eldest wife? Miss Cai is the younger one?"

The man sitting in the passenger seat smiled.

"Then you must underestimate Mr. Han. There is always no distinction between Mr. Wen and Mr. Yan. Madam Cai was appointed by the Yamenmen. As for the number of confidants, I don't know how many."

After finishing speaking, the man turned around and stretched out his hand to Han Qian.

"Hello, Mr. Han, my name is Yang Dajun."

Han Qian leaned forward and asked softly in confusion.

"Is the Nanhai Fishing Port yours?"

"Exactly yours."

"I have the opportunity to take my wife out for dinner. She likes seafood."

"Welcome!"

Wei Jiu, who was driving, couldn't listen anymore and frowned.

"Okay, you two, don't be upset. There is no racecourse in Binhai. We are going to Jinxi to play. We haven't turned on the phone yet and have fun for two days."

Han Qian shrugged and said softly.

"Scumbag, do you really have two wives?"

"Can you stop calling me that?"

"So kind!"

Wei Jiu and Han Qian have similar personalities. After driving for more than an hour, Wei Jiu argued that his shoulders were sore and asked Han Qian to drive. When Han Qian sat in the driver's seat and turned on the road, Yang Dajun and Wei Jiu asked Han Qian in unison what the hell he was. Is it Binhai City? I can’t find anything in the neighboring city?

Han Qian promised that he was from Binhai City. Their eyes were full of suspicion, and Han Qian was so angry that he asked for ID card to prove it.

When they arrived at the racecourse, Han Qian thought that they were the only three who were sick and went out to ride horses in the winter. When they arrived, they realized that there were quite a few sick people. He chose a free racecourse. As soon as Wei Jiu entered, he was surrounded by little girls. Han Qian sighed. Take a breath.

"Although I say I'm not envious, I still feel a little uncomfortable when being compared like this."

Yang Dajun nodded and sighed.

"This is the reason why I don't want to go out with him. I can't even say a few words in public places. Mr. Han, I heard that you are developing industries in Longhuihui recently? Can you tell me about it and give me some soup?"

"There is indeed a plan over there. When this scumbag is finished, the three of us will have a chat together. Are we stupid if we don't take advantage of such a big star in the entertainment industry? It's a bit cold, why don't we go for a run first?"

"If you lose, buy cigarettes, treat us, and go back and drive."

"good!"

Yang Dajun turned on his horse, and Han Qian pulled the reins to get on the horse. The black horse was a head taller than the other horses. Han Qian touched the horse's mane, and with the whip in his hand falling, the two horses rushed out. See, The horse trainer on the side had his heart beating.

The amount of exercise of this dark horse is greater than that of other horses.

slowly!

Han Qian almost felt that something was wrong. Yang Dajun had already dismounted and rested, but the black horse under his crotch was still running around and galloping. No matter how Han Qian pulled the reins, it didn't even show any intention of stopping. nothing.

At this time, Han Qian's inner legs were a little painful from being rubbed. At the same time, his inner desire to win also exploded. You seem to like running. My buddy, I spent a lot of time with you today. Not only did Han Qian not hold the reins, It stopped, and instead whipped the horse's butt.

Run for me!

This shot lasted for more than twenty minutes, half an hour. When the black horse finally stopped running, Han Qian rode on its back, slapped the horse's neck, and said angrily.

"Run! What the hell are you running, you little brat! I can't stop you anymore?"

The black horse stood motionless in his dirty clothes. The moment Han Qian turned over and dismounted, he felt a burning pain on the inside of his thigh. He had to spread his legs like a duck to look for Yang Dajun and Wei Jiu.

Han Qian's walking posture is very funny, but no one is paying attention to him now. Instead, they rush to the place where people gather in the distance to watch the fun.

We are all Chinese!

The fine tradition of watching the excitement cannot be abandoned. Han Qian walked toward the crowd like a duck. When he got closer, he heard Wei Jiu's voice in the crowd. Han Qian pushed away the people in front of him.

"Give it! Give it!"

Squeezing through the crowd with difficulty, Han Qian felt that these legs were no longer his own. If he hadn't been kind-hearted, he would have killed this horse. How could he act like a madman? Then Han Qian saw Wei Jiu and Yang Dajun who were surrounded by a crowd. They looked angry. Two beautifully dressed little girls stood behind them, and opposite them were several anchors holding selfie sticks and notebooks. .

The leaders were two foreigners, one black and one white. The white man was dressed neatly and had a razor-like handsome face with sharp edges. The other black man was dressed in hip-hop and was talking to Jilawali on his mobile phone.

Han Qian was slightly confused. As a public figure, how could Wei Jiu have a conflict here? He stepped forward with two legs that were not very useful and pressed Wei Jiu's shoulders, wondering.

"What? Do you know me?"

Wei Jiu curled his lips and said disdainfully.

"I don't know this kind of traitorous dog."

As he spoke, a boy with yellow hair shouted to Wei Jiu opposite.

"Wei Jiu, as a public figure, you should pay attention to your words. We are making friends on live broadcasts normally, and you suddenly come over to cause trouble. These two women are the anchors of our company!"

Han Qian frowned and his face was full of doubts. Wei Jiu frowned and said coldly.

"Love is what it is, but it's not okay for these two foreign dogs to bully our country's girls today."

The little girl behind her said anxiously, her face turned pale in anger.

"I don't know them, they harass us on purpose."

Han Qian probably understood that it was these two foreigners who brought their team to the racecourse to live broadcast, and then harassed the two little girls. Then Wei Jiu stopped them, and the implementation was here, but someone said that these two foreigners Did nothing wrong.

Someone whispered.

"The two of them are so handsome, and they are not bad people at first glance."

"Yes! It's because Wei Jiu saw that the little girl ignored him, and he was about to lose his temper because of the popularity of other anchors."

"I think so. Xiao Hei Xiao Bai has always been a positive anchor."

Han Qian patted Wei Jiu's shoulder and said softly.

"Okay! Let's just take the people away. Why talk to them so much?"

Wei Jiu nodded and turned around to leave with the two little girls. The white man suddenly stepped forward and took one of the little girls by the arm and spoke in broken Chinese.

"You can't leave! You have to apologize and apologize to my audience!"

Han Qian stopped and turned around to look up at the handsome white man. He rolled up his sleeves with a sneer and smiled.

"There is an old saying, when a friend comes from afar, you have to let him have a good memory!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Han Qian punched the white man in the face. Yang Dajun followed closely and put his foot on the black man's chest. Wei Jiu took off her clothes and pressed Han Qian's shoulders with both hands, and raised her feet to hug him. In white people's faces.

Take action!

People like Han Qian basically don't reason with anyone except women. Three people and a team of anchors got into a fight. Under the siege of seven or eight people, the three of them didn't suffer any loss, but they didn't take much advantage.

In the police station, the policemen looked at the three idle guys sitting in the interrogation room. They had already understood what happened, but no one cared about the process now.

The white man’s Chinese name is Huang Lou. He is an outdoor anchor with five million fans. He is considered a big anchor. Now he is lying in the hospital and asking for a result. He will also invite people from the embassy to come over. Solve this matter.

The police wanted the three of them to go over and apologize. Han Qian wiped the corners of his mouth and frowned.

"Is it wrong for us to protect the women of our country? According to the law, even if he raped someone, we have to see it, or give him some good advice, you are awesome."

The policeman stepped forward and handed Han Qian a cigarette and whispered.

"You! Those anchors are really taking advantage of the popularity. The two girls you protected said that they were lovers with Huang Lou and that nigger, and they just had a little conflict. This was what they said on the scene. To be honest, they just came to Zeng Weijiu to warm up. Although I am not willing to accept it, you have been tricked."

"Fuck!"

Han Qian stood up in anger. He had always been plotting against others, but now he was being plotted against by these brats?

Wei Jiu didn't want to make the matter a big deal, so 20,000 yuan was considered money? But Han Qian disagreed. This is not a matter of money. If you give money, the other party will hype it up. Wei Jiu will be really troublesome. If Wei Jiu's fans are exposing others on the Internet, they may really have played into their hands. .

No matter who a public figure quarrels with, the public figure will suffer.

Yang Dajun said softly.

"Money? We can't possibly lose money or go to court."

The policeman shrugged at Yang Dajun and said kindly.

"I advise you not to do this. The purpose of filing a lawsuit is to give the other party traffic to hype up this matter. Now the result is that the white-skinned nose bone is misaligned. How can you all suffer a loss? In this way~ I go to the other party to adjust it? In fact, I am also a I am an angry young man, but my identity does not allow me to favor anyone."

At this time, the policeman's walkie-talkie rang, and the message was that the other party's contracting company had sent someone to resolve the matter. After all, Wei Jiu was a public figure, and it would not be good for anyone to cause trouble, and the other party was not sure that he would take advantage.

As soon as he finished speaking, the door was pushed open. The moment Han Qian turned around, he knelt on the ground with a thud as he walked in, exclaiming.

"Master Han... Mr. Han?"