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

I picked up my phone and went to the balcony.

"Deputy Director Tang?"

"Well," Tang Bainian's voice came through the phone, with a hint of coldness, "Immediately check where Yang Qingheng went last night and who was around. Pay special attention to the Baihe Hotel."

"Okay, I'll check right away." Secretary Qian responded skillfully. He didn't dare to ask any more questions. He didn't even eat, so he picked up the car keys and ran outside.

After figuring out what happened, his eyes almost fell to the ground. After hesitating for a long time, he dialed Tang Bainian's phone with trembling hands.

"What's going on?" Tang Bainian's voice came through the phone.

Secretary Qian heard it was a bit scary, and suddenly felt a chill on his neck.

His boss's wife cheated on her and had a one-night stand. Is this something that a follower like him could know? It's really off the mark.

Secretary Qian, who was always sharp-tongued, couldn't say a word at the moment.

No matter how hard I thought about it, I couldn't figure out how to organize words to make Tang Bainian's head sound less green.

"Deputy Tang... this..."

Tang Bainian said coldly: "Say!"

"Madam attended Young Master Ming's son's full moon party last night. After she came out, she went to Baihe Hotel. In the room..." Secretary Qian closed his eyes and looked at death as if he were at home. "There is a male model sent by Madam Li in the room. He is staying with Madam. One night.”

Just when Secretary Qian thought that Tang Bai was furious at the annual meeting, there was a strange silence on the other end of the phone for a moment, and then the calm voice of his boss came: "Well, I understand, just spend the money, don't let him in the future." When you appear in the capital, be careful with your hands and feet so that Madam doesn't notice."

There was an inexplicable sense of relief in his tone.

Secretary Qian held the phone in a daze, unable to regain consciousness for a long time.

He would rather believe that Tang Bainian told him that the sun comes out from the west, but he could not believe what he just heard.

A dignified deputy director, young and promising, with a good face, actually wants to help his wife send off her lover? Are you jealous and afraid that your wife will find out?

Simply ridiculous!

On the other end of the phone.

Yang Qingheng came out while wiping her hair with a towel, and was surprised: "You look so bad, is there something bad at work?"

Tang Bainian had always had a calm personality, and she couldn't think of anything other than work that could make him so angry.

Tang Bainian was shocked and realized that there was nothing wrong with her expression, so he slowly exhaled: "Yes, Secretary Qian made a mistake in an important document yesterday. Let me give him a few words."

"Secretary Qian is very careful in his work. It's strange that he can make mistakes. He is probably too tired. He has been running with you for half a month, why don't you give him a holiday to rest?" Yang Qingheng was funny.

"It's up to you," Tang Bainian curled his lips, and skillfully opened the door of the cabinet to grab the quilt, but failed. He slapped his head and said helplessly, "I guess mom took it. I'll go to the guest room to get a new one."

Yang Qingheng's eyebrows jumped and she grabbed his sleeve: "Okay, don't go. If she can think of taking away the quilt in our room, she won't leave a quilt for the guest room. It's useless if she goes, so just sleep like this."

Tang Bainian hesitated.

"A grown man, why are you grinding and chirping? Are you afraid that I will grind my teeth and snore in the middle of the night." Yang Qingheng was speechless, lifted the quilt, and patted the place next to him.

Tang Bainian's eyes flashed slightly, he nodded pretending to be embarrassed, and turned off the headlight: "I don't mind grinding my teeth and snoring."

"Well, we are comrades with a revolutionary friendship." Yang Qingheng picked up the skin care products on the side, applied them on himself and lay down, not knowing at all how charming his posture was.

The silk pajamas wrapped her fair body, leaving only a section of her jade-like neck exposed, like white roses blooming wantonly in the yard late at night.

Tang Bainian turned off the night light, bent his long legs, lifted the quilt and lay down next to Yang Qingheng.

He slowly took off the silver-rimmed glasses on the bridge of his nose, and his forbearance and crazy possessiveness were no longer blocked, sprouting and taking root in the dark night.

Yang Qingheng could see all the man's lust just by looking back at this moment.

I don't know how long it took, but a woman's gentle breathing came from beside me. Tang Bainian suddenly opened his eyes in the dark night, half-bent his body, and his eyes greedily swept over every part of her face, stopping vaguely on that scarlet face. Colored petal lips.

The corners of her eyes were red from the pressure, but she only dared to stretch out her fingertips tremblingly, hooked a strand of green hair around her temples, wrapped it around her knuckles, and finally held it firmly in her hot palm.

Only he knew how fast his heart beat when Secretary Qian told him that Yang Qingheng had a one-night stand with a man.

Jealousy, anger, madness, all the emotions turned him into a beast that almost came out of the cage.

However, I am more grateful that it is just a male model, a male model that can be spent with money.

He believed that Yang Qingheng was clear-minded and would not destroy their perfect cooperative relationship for a one-night stand with a male model.

As long as that bitch disappears, Yang Qingheng won't even remember his name.

Another room separated by a wall.

Mu Huihe looked at the two extra quilts in the cabinet and was puzzled. She said to her husband: "What are you doing here with so many quilts? How many quilts can you cover by yourself?"

"What kind of quilt? What am I doing with that thing?" Father Tang adjusted his reading glasses, blowing his beard and staring.

As soon as the words fell, the couple looked at each other, both in silence.

"You little brat, you're using the old man as a gunman."

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Song Hengjue had another nightmare.

In the familiar little courtyard, the woman lost her temper and threw roses in his face.

"I told you to get up and water this at six in the morning, but you planted it again!"

A moment later, it was a hospital filled with disinfectant. Yang Qingheng clamped his neck hard and said sternly: "Divorce me! Hurry up!"

He gritted his teeth and squeezed out a few words: "You have a beautiful idea!"

"Then go to hell!" The woman's cold face made people feel chilled, and the cruelty in her eyes made him not dare to doubt the authenticity inside.

For a while it was a deserted cemetery.

The black and white photo hangs alone on the stone tablet.

Who?

Song Hengjue's mind was shaken, but he couldn't move his feet like roots, and the white mist evaporated strangely.

Song Hengjue was so frightened that he sat up suddenly. When he saw the familiar scene in front of him, he was shocked to find that it was just a dream. He touched his forehead and found that he was already covered in cold sweat and his pajamas were stuck to his neck.

My heart was beating so hard that it was about to burst out of my chest.

He hurriedly took out his mobile phone from under the pillow: "Fang Nan, help me check something."

Fang Nan was furious: "Brother, do you know that calling in the middle of the night is scary!"

"I'm sorry, help me check something out."

Fang Nan gritted his teeth: "No, brother, you just want to buy my life if you give me some money."

"I'll give you two thousand."

Fang Nan was silent.

"Row."

"Go and find out what Yang Qingheng did after coming to the capital, and then find a reliable brother to go back to Xishan and ask about the black market. The more detailed the better." Song Hengjue said seriously.

"Song Hengjue, you're crazy!" Fang Nan picked out his ears and yelled, "I said before that you came to the capital because you were holding bad water in your stomach, but that's what you had in mind, belated affection is as cheap as grass, do you know , do you know what Tang Bainian’s current status is? I think you are going crazy thinking about other people’s women on their territory! Don’t drag me along, get out!”

Song Hengjue's temples ached: "What are you thinking about other women? I'm thinking about what Yang Qingheng is doing. I have other things to do. Three thousand, do you want to do it?"

"I treat you as a brother, don't cheat me." Fang Nan was doubtful.

"I swear."

"Row."

Song Hengjue threw away the phone and fell down on the bed in a daze. He closed his eyes but couldn't fall asleep.

Ever since Yang Qingheng and Tang Bainian left, he began to have recurring dreams. At first, they were just a few strange scenes, but then the dreams became longer and longer, especially in the past few months, which was inexplicable.

The speculation in his heart became more and more real, and he didn't even dare to think about it. If it was true, what he had done before were all unforgivable stupid things.