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

Song Hengjue sneered: "You have a good idea. Money, money, money every day, can you put other things in your mind?"

Fang Nan swallowed and pointed behind him: "No, brother, Yang Qingheng!"

"How old are you? Are you childish?" Song Hengjue was speechless, and suddenly paused when he looked at a pair of familiar black eyes in the mirror.

Song Hengjue:......

As soon as his neck felt cold, he jumped up and ran towards the outside of the toilet.

Yang Qingheng was well prepared, grabbed his collar with force, and glanced at Fang Nan: "Get out."

Fang Nan shivered, left a helpless expression, ran away, and thoughtfully closed the bathroom door.

When disaster strikes, everyone flies away, such unloyal things!

Song Hengjue gritted his teeth, but couldn't shake Yang Qingheng's hand away. He turned around helplessly and said angrily: "Yang Qingheng, please listen to my explanation first..."

"Explain your size!" Yang Qingheng was looked down upon by those cheap men, and was cut off by Qiao Xihe. He was already very angry. Song Hengjue was at gunpoint now, and hit him twice in the face with her bag, " You bitch, don’t think I didn’t see you snickering just now!”

Song Hengjue was so hit that she gasped and grabbed her bag with force: "I was drunk the night before yesterday, so I'll let you. Don't toast me and you'll be fined."

He hasn't settled the matter with her yet for having someone drug him. If he beats him again, he will really get angry. The clay figurine is still very angry, let alone a living person like him!

Yang Qingheng pulled it twice but didn't pull it out.

Song Hengjue took the opportunity to reason: "Even if I didn't tell that woman just now, it wouldn't be possible if she found out about you from somewhere else in a few days. Now that it's solved, you don't have to rejoice in vain."

"So, I should thank you." Yang Qingheng pondered.

Song Hengjue nodded: "Yes." With a strong pull, Yang Qingheng's bag was thrown to the ground.

Yang Qingheng pursed her lips: "I misunderstood you. I'm not unreasonable. Please show me whether your head was injured and I'll pay for your medical expenses."

A strange feeling flashed in Song Hengjue's heart, but he still bowed his head obediently.

Yang Qingheng sneered, took off her high heels and held them in her hands.

Fang Nan burst into laughter as he listened to Kara's clattering sound inside.

When Boss Zhao came over, what he saw was a funny scene of a man sticking his butt out and looking inside, with his head tilted in a weird direction.

Fang Nan was so frightened by the big greasy face that suddenly enlarged in front of him that he shivered and screamed.

Angry and embarrassed: "What are you looking at? Have you never seen your boss being beaten?"

Something flashed through Boss Zhao's mind, and he pointed at Fang Nan: "You are Bo Xiang's...that one!"

Shocked pointed in the direction of the toilet, inside was...

He shrank his neck as if he had seen a ghost, his urge to urinate disappeared, he hesitated to speak, and looked back frequently.

If he wasn't afraid that Song Hengjue would become angry when seeing him, he really wanted to see which woman was so brave that she could beat Boss Boxiang like this.

Simply a hero in women's middle school.

He couldn't please Song Hengjue. Isn't it easy to please a woman? As long as he pleases this woman, wouldn't it be easy to cooperate with Song Hengjue in the future?

The more Boss Zhao thought about it, the more excited he became. When he went out, he found his subordinates and gave them instructions.

"Hurry up and check out the woman who has been close to Boss Boxiang recently. Be sure to find her information, especially which style of bag you like."

Mrs. Zhao heard just half of the sentence and became wary: "What kind of bag, what kind of woman?"

"You're a woman, what do you know?" Boss Zhao glanced at her in disdain and was too lazy to say a word to her.

Mrs. Zhao felt aggrieved, gritted her teeth, and almost tore the strap of her bag to pieces with her fingers.

The bathroom door opened with a clang from the inside, and Yang Qingheng came out refreshed and carrying her bag.

Fang Nan smiled and said, "Hi?"

Yang Qingheng glanced at him lightly, turned around and left.

Fang Nan touched his nose and stood on tiptoe to look inside. He didn't hear Song Hengjue's voice for a long time and felt uneasy.

You won't be knocked unconscious, right?

He hesitated and poked his head in, meeting a pair of cold black eyes.

"No, why don't you come out even though she's gone?" Fang Nan was speechless and glanced at his watch, "Let's go, let's go, it's already past ten o'clock, and Aunt Yao will talk about it again in a while."

Song Hengjue was silent and didn't make a sound for a long time. Just when Fang Nan thought he couldn't speak, an aggrieved voice came from behind him.

"Lend me your belt."

Fang Nan was stunned for a moment, then he poked his head in and took a look, unable to hold back his smile.

This Yang Qingheng is really a talent.

"Stop laughing, I'll buy you a belt for three hundred yuan, hurry up." Song Hengjue's ears turned red and he gritted his teeth and urged.

Fang Nan shook his head like a rattle and refused sternly: "Just a belt, and I can borrow it from you while I hold up my pants and go out? I love money, but I also have a bottom line!"

"Five hundred dollars."

Fang Nan took a step back: "Brother, I really can't do it. Hurry up. The door is going to be closed at eleven o'clock. I'll block it for you."

Song Hengjue gritted his teeth: "Eight hundred!"

"Deal." Fang Nan chuckled, quickly pulled off the belt and threw it into the compartment.

Three minutes later, the two brothers went out looking like dogs.

Boss Zhao saw the two of them and hurried up to greet them with a wine glass in hand. He said enthusiastically: "Boss Song, are you leaving? How have you considered what you just said?"

Song Hengjue felt the coolness of his pants. He waved his hand and said perfunctorily: "What's the matter? I'll think about it when I get back."