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

Song Hengjue breathed rapidly and hit his head heavily on the bedside table.

Early the next morning, as he drove past the gate of the community, he saw the gatekeeper waving in his direction from a distance.

Song Hengjue paused and lowered the window: "What's going on?"

"Mr. Song, this man said he wanted to see you for something. It's been all morning and he can't even drive him away." The uncle was helpless.

Secretary Qian took a look at the car and nodded slightly to Song Hengjue: "Hello, Mr. Song, I have something personal to do. Can we take a moment to chat?"

"No chat." Song Hengjue didn't recognize the person in front of him, thinking he was another factory director who came to him for cooperation.

The black eyes raised slightly and moved away indifferently.

There were several people like this coming a day. The guard was not surprised and pushed Secretary Qian back hard: "Okay, okay, Mr. Song doesn't want to talk to you, so hurry up and don't hinder my work."

Secretary Qian followed Tang Bainian and became prosperous. It was the first time he was treated so vulgarly and he felt angry. However, his good upbringing prevented him from doing the rude act of pushing him back. Before Song Hengjue closed the window, , the voice was clear: "Mr. Song, I want to talk to you about Boss Yang."

Song Hengjue braked suddenly, lowered the car window suddenly, and repeated: "You mean, Yang Qingheng?" After carefully looking at Secretary Qian's face, he finally remembered where he had seen it.

When Tang Bainian was published in the newspaper, this was the person standing next to him.

His tone was inexplicably filled with a guilty conscience as if the mistress had been caught by the wife. Although he didn't take the initiative to go to his wife's room, it was not a glorious thing after all.

Secretary Qian just smiled and said nothing, disdaining to say another word to Song Hengjue.

For Yang Qingheng, a male model who used sex to serve others was no more than a dog, a commodity to be sold at a high price.

He looked at the car driven by Song Hengjue lightly, sarcastic in his heart.

I'm afraid this car was given to him by Yang Qingheng. It seems that the technology is good, otherwise Yang Qingheng would not be so generous.

"Get in the car." Song Hengjue's eyes were wandering, and he didn't even notice what this man's attitude was.

The car passed through several streets and stopped in a small alley.

"What do you want to say to me?" Song Hengjue turned around.

He thought that Secretary Qian would point at his nose and call him a shameless mistress. He also thought that Secretary Qian would threaten him and say that Tang Bainian would be furious and would not let him go. But he never thought that the man in front of him would actually take something out of his briefcase. The banknotes half a palm thick fell onto the seat.

"If you leave the capital, this money will be yours."

Song Hengjue:...?

He pointed at the money and then at his nose: "You mean me?"

"Mr. Song, you are too greedy to swallow an elephant." Secretary Qian thought he looked down on the five thousand yuan. "You must have heard about the identity of Boss Yang's husband. Our deputy director can ignore what happened the day before, but If you continue to rely on Boss Yang like this, we will completely make it impossible for you to survive in the capital."

It's really a knife to pull the butt, open your eyes.

Song Hengjue didn't expect that he would be paid for a day.

But...why does this secretary look so skilled at doing this?

He looked at the pile of money, narrowed his eyes, and a sarcastic smile suddenly appeared at the corner of his mouth.

As expected, that woman Yang Qingheng cannot change her habit of cheating, whether in her previous life or in this life.

Thinking of the couple's chaotic life in the future, he suddenly became interested. He raised his eyebrows and looked at Secretary Qian, provoking: "Don't you know that Empress Yang Qing is using money to send her lover away? Tell her, if I tell her …”

"Don't give me a toast and be fined with wine! If you don't know what's going on, I will find ways to make you disappear in the capital tomorrow!" Secretary Qian's expression changed, and he didn't expect to meet someone who couldn't understand the situation this time.

Song Hengjue curled his lips and pointed out of the car: "Then let's wait and see whether I will disappear first or you, Deputy Director Tang, will bow his head first."

I have never seen such a confident mistress!

Secretary Qian gritted his teeth, slammed the car door, and strode away.

Returning to the office, he quickly called Tang Bainian: "Deputy Office Tang?"

"Say."

When the matter was not settled, Secretary Qian said in a weak tone: "I went to find him. That man was not easy to get rid of. He said he wanted to stay by Madam's side. He probably wanted to get more benefits from Madam."

The conference room was silent for a moment. Several people in the audience raised their heads and were shocked when they saw Deputy Tang's suddenly condensed face.

Tang Bainian waved his hand, indicating for them to continue, and went to the balcony with his mobile phone.

Seeing him leaving, there was an explosion in the conference room, with several subordinates whispering to each other.

"Who made the call? I've never seen the deputy director look so bad. Could it be that something big happened?"

"Maybe it was the collapse of the building in the city center two days ago. That shoddy project killed several people. No wonder Deputy Director Tang was like this when he set off."

"It shouldn't, it shouldn't, it's been a few days, and it was fine yesterday."

"Just ask Secretary Qian."

……

The whole day, the air pressure around Tang Bainian was horribly low, and it wasn't until after get off work that everyone breathed a sigh of relief.

Even Empress Yang Qing felt it. She put down her job and looked at him: "Bainian, what's wrong with you today? You seem to be out of your mind."

Tang Bainian was startled, and his face that turned up unconsciously softened: "I accidentally brought my work matters to my family, and I'm sorry for making you worry about them."

"We don't need to talk about these things. How can people be in a good mood every day," Yang Qingheng said with a generous smile, "But it's useless to worry about work at home. You just have to have a good rest, otherwise you won't have the energy to go tomorrow." deal with."

He picked up a piece of beef stew for him with serving chopsticks.

"Well," Tang Bainian nodded, naturally turning his head to look at her, "I heard that you bought a car some time ago?"