After the divorce, the ex-wife became a creditor

"Is it so difficult for you to contact Wu Qingsi? Please be happy and contact me or not?"

Yan Qingqing pressed Han Qian's head on the sofa and stood behind her and shouted angrily. Han Qian would rather die than surrender and said angrily.

"Let go."

Seeing that Han Qian was angry, Yan Qingqing quickly let go of her hand, sat next to Han Qian and gently touched Han Qian's chest, saying softly.

"Don't be angry, am I not in a hurry? Wu Qingsi is a smart person and has a full schedule. Now she just wants a place to go, so you just have to make a phone call."

Han Qian squinted at Yan Qingqing and said in a deep voice.

"Why do you have to look for her? You don't know how many girls are around me now? Now I just hide away from girls when I see them, and I don't even dare to look at them. You still want me to take the initiative to provoke Wu Qingsi? I'm crazy Already?"

"Oh~ Wu Qingsi, didn't you already say that she doesn't like you! Don't be so shameless here. She is a star and has countless suitors from north to south. It's just a blind girl like me who is attracted by you. You were lied to, be good! Call me."

"What did I lie to you about? Yan Qingqing, please explain to me what I lied to you about."

Yan Qingqing raised her hands in surrender and said helplessly.

"No, no, no, I'm not lying. I'm willing to take the bait, okay? General Han, just think of it as doing me a favor."

While Yan Qingqing was talking, Han Qian saw her hand touching the teacup on the table. If Han Qian dared not to agree, the teacup would not be broken on his head, but it would be broken on her head. In desperation, Han Qian could only take out his mobile phone and ask Cai Qinghu for his number, and called under Yan Qingqing's burning gaze.

The phone rang for a long time without being answered. Han Qian curled his lips helplessly at Yan Qingqing, as if to say that he had tried his best. When Han Qian was about to hang up, the call was connected.

"Hello, who are you?"

The voice on the phone was obviously not Wu Qingsi's. Han Qian had heard her voice, but he couldn't remember her appearance at all. Now that the call was connected, there was no need to hold back, Han Qian said politely.

"Hello, hello, does this number belong to Miss Wu? My name is Han Qian. I have something to talk to her about. Please tell me."

Han Qian had tried very hard to maintain his speaking speed and tone, but the other person didn't seem to be prepared to give him face. He said that Miss Wu didn't know you, and then hung up the phone. Han Qian tilted his head and looked at the phone. Yan Qingqing on the side was also confused.

Why did you suddenly change your mind?

Han Qian took a deep breath, turned to look at Yan Qingqing, and chuckled.

"I'm taking a shot."

Yan Qingqing's eyes showed a bit of reluctance. She was already ready to change the spokesperson. At worst, she would spend more money. Han Qian dialed the number again, and the other party said directly.

"I told you, I don't know Miss Wu..."

"Tell Wu Qingsi that if she dares to step into my city, I will break her legs."

After saying that, Han Qian hung up the phone. Yan Qingqing, who was sitting next to him, suddenly laughed, stood up with a whistle, jumped to the front of the office on high heels, and picked up the files on the table.

Tear~

The document was torn in half by Yan Qingqing, turned around and smiled with narrowed eyes.

"Substitute! If you can't find Wu Qingsi, go find You Qingsi. It's a big deal, isn't it? My general."

"You're right~"

"Then you can get out. You are no longer of any use to me. I will call you when I need you. Remember to wash yourself before coming in."

Han Qian left Yan Qingqing's office with a dark look on his face. He didn't like discussing pornographic jokes with women, and he always felt that it was hurtful to him.

A twenty-five-year-old virgin.

The damage is indeed not small.

Just as he was about to enter the elevator, Cai Qinghu called and asked in a low voice.

"Mr. sir, what's wrong with you? Someone messed with you?"

Han Qian waved to his colleagues in the elevator, turned around and walked to the window, wondering softly.

"No? Why do you ask so suddenly?"

"Little Carrots just called me and said you were going to break her legs. What's the matter? Are you arguing?"

Han Qian breathed a sigh of relief towards the glass, stretched out his hand and drew a little turtle on it, and said softly.

"It's very unpleasant anyway. Ask your bestie why you didn't come to see me today."

"Ms. sir, do you miss me?"

Cai Qinghu's voice was sweet and greasy, with a hint of surprise, while Han Qian simply replied,

"I didn't think about it, I just asked."

Cai Qinghu snorted and whispered.

"Straight man! Madam, I want to find you too, but it's a pity that I can't leave. Didn't Feng Lun's incident just happen last night? I have to write a report again. It's very annoying. Why don't you tell me Feng Lun? No matter where Lun is, I’ll finish my work as soon as possible and resign, so I can go shake the radish shreds and make money for me!”

When Han Qian was about to draw a little tortoise, the cleaning aunt's rag came over and wiped the little turtle off arrogantly. She also gave Han Qian a look of disgust. Han Qian turned around helplessly and waited for the elevator again. And spoke.

"What? Are you treating your best friend as a cash cow?"

Cai Qinghu replied lazily while lying on the table.

"More or less, I will invest in her movies or studios, and then she will make money and lose money. Now I am making money to pay off my debts. Does my husband like little stars? I will put you in bed, my wife."

"Aren't you the one who sent me here?"

"I hate it~ I won't tell you anymore. I've put on my saddle again and have to grind it again. Goodbye."

Cai Qinghu heard the sound of the elevator and knew that Han Qian was about to go to work. She hung up the phone and looked at the documents on the table. She groaned sadly and lay on the table, writing the words "Mr. Gong" on the paper with the pen in her hand. Then he saw a thumb-sized Han Qian tearing up the paper and jumping out.

I really want to skip work and go hang out with Han Qian. Even if I don’t go to Han Qian, I still go to Yan Qingqing or Wen Nuan.

It’s endless fun!

The more I want to skip work, the more I hate Feng Lun. This guy is the one who caused this. Why are you spying on my husband when you have nothing to do?

When preparing to eat at noon, Ji Jing sent a text message asking Han Qian if he wanted to eat dumplings. She made them in the morning and they were still warm. Han Qian walked to the operations department and asked what the fillings were. Ji Jing just told Han Qian that they were from Sha. With green onions and mutton, Han Qian had already opened the office door.

Ji Jing stood up to get the water, prepared a piece of white paper and threw it on the table, then took out the garlic sauce and vinegar, stirred them together and put them in front of Han Qian, followed closely by chopsticks, Han Qian was not polite and ate with big mouthfuls. Dumplings, Ji Jing looked at Han Qian with her chin in her hands, her face full of happiness.

Suddenly, Ji Jing's face turned red, and Han Qian picked up dumplings and fed them to Ji Jing.

"Ah~"

When Ji Jing stretched out her hand to get the dumplings, Han Qian held it with his other hand and spoke again.

"Ah~"

Ji Jing worked very hard, but unfortunately she could only put half of the dumpling in her mouth. Han Qian looked at Ji Jing holding the dumpling in her mouth without knowing what she was doing, and smiled.

"Bite it."

While speaking, the other hand was already placed under her mouth, worried that the oil would fall on Ji Jing's clothes. Ji Jing bit off half of the dumpling, and Han Qian threw the remaining half into his mouth very naturally. , Ji Jing's face turned even redder this time.

Now Han Qian is relieved, he is single! He is not pretending to be single, he is purely single. He can feel Ji Jing's kindness to him. Among all the women around him, the one Han Qian is most reluctant to hurt is Ji Jing.

Aunt Ji blushed, lowered her head and spoke softly.

"Eldest nephew, you...where are you going during the Chinese New Year?"

Han Qian ate the dumplings and replied vaguely.

"Where are you going to celebrate the New Year?"

"I...I don't know. My mother called and said she wouldn't let me go back. She said she would be angry when she saw me."

Han Qian raised his head and looked at Ji Jing. Ji Jing happened to be looking at him too. Han Qian leaned forward and whispered.

"Would you like to go to my house to celebrate the New Year?"

"Is it really okay?"

Han Qian, who walked out of the general department after lunch, slapped himself in the face. Was he a bitch? Is it crazy? Isn’t this a scumbag?