Hot wife from 70s made a lot of money after divorce

I think he had expected this day when this kid was trying to commit suicide, but he didn't expect that it would be even more exciting to see it live.

Song Hengjue pushed him away: "If you say a few words, no one will think you are mute."

"Tsk, tsk, you have such a mean mouth, no wonder people treat you like that," Fang Nan curled his lips and threw the car keys into his arms, "My wife is still waiting for me to have dinner at home. I won't wait until your banquet is over. Please drink less. I’ll find someone who can drive to take you back later.”

Song Hengjue looked out the door, obviously not hearing what he said. Fang Nan didn't care and left after he finished speaking.

…………

In the warmly lit carriage, Yang Qingheng looked silently at the night.

The driver in front turned around and said cautiously: "Boss, it's better to go home today..."

"Go to a nearby hotel." Yang Qingheng said quietly.

"What if Mr. Tang asks?"

Yang Qingheng pinched his eyebrows and said, "Just follow the same rhetoric as before."

The driver didn't dare to say anything, and honestly sent her to a nearby hotel, but he was muttering in his heart.

This couple is really strange. They seem to have a good relationship. They usually talk and laugh when they get along, but they are not close. Like now, Mr. Tang has returned from a business trip for half a month. They are reunited after a long absence and they are newlyweds. They should be hugging each other. But, Boss Yang wanted to find a hotel to stay in instead.

As soon as Yang Qingheng entered the hotel, Tang Bainian called.

The driver hurriedly picked up: "Mr. Tang?"

"Well, it's so late, why didn't she come back?" A tired voice came from the other side.

The driver twitched his lips and said with ease and proficiency, "Boss drank too much today and found a hotel nearby to rest. He probably fell asleep and forgot to tell you."

"which hotel?"

"White River Hotel."

"Yeah." Tang Bainian had a headache, so he hung up the phone and let his body fall heavily on the sofa.

hotel.

Yang Qingheng opened the door and noticed the faint smell of alcohol in the air. His eyes suddenly showed a sharp look and he turned on the headlights with a "pop".

There was a man lying upright on the bed. The moment he saw his face clearly, Yang Qingheng couldn't help but cursed.

I can tell with my toes that this is the handiwork of Mrs. Li, a smart woman.

"Hey, wake up!" She kicked Song Hengjue's calf that was hanging by the bed. The man didn't move at all. It took a long time before those black eyes opened a thin slit.

It was so hot that it felt like there was a raging fire inside his body, which made his throat dry and hoarse and his brain turned white.

It was not the first day in the business circle. There were not ten but seven or eight women crawling on the bed. Song Hengjue knew what this was, but he did not expect that one day, someone would be bold enough to use this thing on him.

He pinched the inside of his arm hard, and the pain stimulated his brain. He finally saw a familiar face, like a traveler in the desert seeing a pool of green water. He raised a hand with difficulty, with clear joints and fair skin. Next, light blue veins popped out, tightly grabbing Yang Qingheng's sleeve: "Help me...find a doctor."

Yang Qingheng held her hands in front of her chest, leaning against the bedside table, looking at the man in front of her playfully, seeing that he couldn't bear it and struggling on the bed, with veins popping on his forehead, fine sweat staining the pillow, and seeing him rolling in pain.

When the man's hand touched her sleeve, her expression finally changed, her eyes were cold, and she slapped him on the head: "Let go!"

"Save me." Song Hengjue let out a few breathy sounds from his chapped lips.

Yang Qingheng seemed to have thought of something fun and nodded: "Okay."

Hope flashed in Song Hengjue's eyes.

Yang Qingheng chuckled, went out and made a phone call: "Hello? Baihe Hotel, find a clean woman to come over."

When Sister-in-law Sun heard this, she was frightened: "Qingheng, what are you doing?"

She had heard before that the relationship between Tang Bainian and Yang Qingheng was not as good as it seemed on the surface, and she still couldn't figure out why. Tang Bainian clearly had a smooth face, a good face, and an impeccable personality.

It turned out to be Yang Qingheng...

He sighed and responded repeatedly: "Just wait, I promise to deliver it."

Sister-in-law Sun's words were true. In just half an hour, she rushed into the hotel with a woman.

Yang Qingheng stood in front of the door, waved to the woman, and stuffed an envelope into her hand: "The one inside."

The woman understood and clicked on the money in the envelope. It turned out to be a thousand yuan. Her heart trembled violently and she nodded vigorously: "Don't worry, I promise to serve him comfortably today."

One thousand yuan, she may not be able to earn this amount of money in half a year. This person is really generous.

The woman glanced inside, feeling groggy and unable to see clearly what the people inside looked like.

Yang Qingheng shook his head and patted her shoulder: "Don't worry about him, do whatever makes you feel comfortable."

The woman was shocked. She didn't expect such a weird thing to happen. She couldn't help but guess the identity of the person inside. What kind of man could make this rich woman hate her so much.

"By the way, when a reporter comes later, remember to cover your face. I'll give you one thousand when the matter is done."

The woman's eyes were bright, she nodded vigorously, and before Yang Qingheng could say anything, she actively opened the door and went in.

Sister-in-law Sun glanced inside subconsciously, and Yang Qingheng stood sideways in front of the door: "The reporter is here?"

"Here we come, there are so many people, we probably won't be able to get up." Sister-in-law Sun said.

Yang Qingheng nodded: "I'll go talk to the manager."

inside the house.

Through the dim light, the woman finally saw the man on the bed clearly.

With sharp eyebrows and starry eyes, and crimson lips pursed in pain, he was so handsome that it made people's hearts tremble.

He secretly said "Excellent."

He opened the belt on the skirt and rushed forward: "Tsk, what a face, what a waist, I found a treasure."

Song Hengjue felt like there were a thousand ants gnawing at his bones. It was hot, itchy, his teeth were biting too hard, and his mouth smelled like rust.

A pair of weak, boneless hands crawled along his collarbone to his abdomen, stopping on the belt.

With a start, he suddenly opened his eyes, saw the unfamiliar face in front of him, his heart stopped, and he shouted: "Who asked you to come, get out of here."

"Get out of here, someone can give you the antidote." The woman didn't expect that he would speak so rudely with a good face, so she lost her good face and pulled his buttons open.

Outside.

Yang Qingheng and Sister-in-law Sun brought the reporter up together.

"Miss, is what you said true?" One of them, a stunned girl, also came with her.

The boss of Boxiang Company in Haicheng is recruiting prostitutes in his hotel. Such breaking news would definitely make headlines tomorrow if it were true.

Yang Qingheng smiled lightly and glanced at her: "Can I still have a lie?" She kicked the door open hard.