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

"I'll call the police!" Jiu Jin connected with Yao Jin. Song Hengjue's mind was blank and his tone was soft and without any momentum.

"Snapped!"

Yang Qingheng's black high-heeled shoes pressed against his firm belly, and she grabbed his hair with her other hand: "What are you paying for?"

"Call the police!"

"Snapped!"

"What police?" Yang Qingheng picked his ears.

Song Hengjue closed his eyes and gave up on himself: "I didn't say anything."

As soon as he finished speaking, a ringtone rang in the suite. Yang Qingheng took out his mobile phone from his bag and stood up.

Song Hengjue frowned, pinched her delicate ankle with his hot hands, and gasped: "Find me a doctor."

"Crazy, what a beautiful thought." Yang Qingheng kicked his hand away, but the man held it tightly and did not let go even if it hurt. His cell phone rang over and over again, and he answered the call with a frown.

"Uncle Wang said you drank too much. Have you taken hangover medicine?" Tang Bainian's gentle voice came over the phone, like a spring breeze blowing across the lake.

Yang Qingheng's expression softened immediately, and he sat down on the sofa: "Eat, how can I not take care of myself as an adult? I heard that you came back late, why don't you go to bed early."

"Well, there are a few documents to sort out." Tang Bainian got the woman's attention as he wished, and he breathed out slowly, with a smile in his eyes.

After the words fell, there was no answer. He frowned and tentatively said: "Qingheng?"

Yang Qingheng was startled, then came to his senses: "I just felt sleepy, I'm sorry."

In fact, he stared at the man on the ground without blinking, with a threatening look in his eyes.

Song Hengjue's narrow black eyes narrowed and he slowly mouthed.

Find a doctor, or else...

He pointed to the phone.

Yang Qingheng covered the receiver, glared at him, and said to Tang Bainian over there: "After you finish sorting the files, go to bed early. I'm sleepy too."

"Okay, you go to bed early. My mother will come over tomorrow and say that I haven't seen you for a long time and miss you. Remember to come back early for dinner." Tang Bainian was about to hang up the phone when a rough gasp came from over there.

His fingers suddenly tightened and his voice was tight: "Is there someone next to you?"

Song Hengjue raised his eyebrows proudly, Yang Qingheng gritted his teeth, kicked him hard, took out another mobile phone from his bag and threw it at him, pretending to be calm: "The hotel waiter who delivered the hot soup just left."

Tang Bainian felt uneasy. His slender fingers dug tightly into the pattern of the pen, and a stiff smile appeared on his lips: "The staff is very hard-working. They still deliver soup so late. You can finish it and go to bed early."

"It's quite hard."

Yang Qingheng responded, fearing that he would hear something weird again, so he hung up the phone and kicked Song Hengjue in the calf: "You're not alive anymore, are you? You're not alive anymore, are you!"

After Song Hengjue dialed the phone, she was already exhausted. She felt hot and hot. He contracted his big palms and grabbed her ankles. Any movement would involve the bulging veins. He could only rub his face against her ankles with red eyes.

Electricity surged up from the soles of his feet. Yang Qingheng trembled all over and became furious. She grabbed the pillow on the table and hit him hard on the head to discourage him: "Are you dirty? Are you dirty? You're disgusting. Get out!"

Early the next morning.

Song Hengjue opened his eyes in a daze, and the scenes from last night played in his mind like a movie.

How ridiculously he climbed outside the balcony, and how he held the woman's feet and begged her over and over again to find him a doctor.

"Bang!" He waved his big hand and roughly swept away all the ornaments on the table beside him.

Shameless bad woman! shameless! shameless!

"Puch." Yang Qingheng leaned at the door, looking at it for who knows how long, and finally laughed out loud.

"Manager, calculate how much these things cost and give the bill to Mr. Song. Oh, and pay the room fee by the way."

Song Hengjue's eyes were red, his fists clenched, and he stood up: "Yang Qingheng, don't go too far!"

Yang Qingheng let out a breath of bad breath and felt refreshed.

Seeing that she was about to leave, Song Hengjue rushed forward: "Yang Qingheng, stop right there!"

The manager was business-like, stopped at the door, and took out a small notebook: "Mr. Song, although you are our boss's friend, don't even think about staying in our hotel for free today."

"How much?" Song Hengjue frowned and took out his wallet.

"The total is two thousand three hundred and ninety. Since you are the boss's friend, just add a zero and give me two thousand three hundred." The manager smiled, bent down slightly and stretched out two white palms.

Song Hengjue couldn't believe it: "What kind of hotel of yours costs more than [-] yuan a night? It's gold-plated, right? I'll sue you at the Industrial and Commercial Bureau!"

The manager smiled and said: "Sir, the rooms here are clearly priced. The price of this suite in our hotel has always been two thousand yuan a night. You are the first person besides our boss to stay in this hotel. , Congratulations." He bowed slightly, his attitude was surprisingly good, and it was impossible to tell that this manager was the same as Yang Qingheng, a profiteer who cheated money.

People passing by looked this way and pointed.

"Who is he? He dresses smartly and stays in a hotel without paying."

“These days, it’s not easy for managers to be pointed at and scolded by customers.”

"It looks familiar, as if I've seen this person somewhere."

"Pull him down, how could you ever see such a liar?"

"unlucky."

……

Song Hengjue's heart skipped a beat when he heard someone said he looked familiar. He took out a check and threw it in front of the manager's chest, saying, "Let Yang Qingheng wait for me."

Flee the scene in a hurry.

Fang Nan opened the car door and was shocked to see his brother looking embarrassed: "Did you become a beggar last night?"

"You are a beggar! Drive your car." Song Hengjue looked like a cat whose tail had been stepped on.

"Tsk, being a beggar is not a big deal anymore," Fang Nan said, noting that it was a big deal, "What did you do last night to act like this?"

Song Hengjue turned a deaf ear and punched the seat: "Please come over, Lawyer Zhang. I want to sue that shameless and poisonous woman Yang Qingheng."

Fang Nan couldn't help but laugh, and stared at the rearview mirror. He probably guessed whose masterpiece it was. He shook his head and said seriously: "Brother, I advise you not to do this."

Song Hengjue glanced over with a cold look.

Fang Nan clicked his tongue: "Not to mention that the capital is her territory, and we are not familiar with the place, so we may not be able to fight her. I just said that I sent someone to the police station for half a year for being a mistress. You deserve to be beaten like this." ."