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

The landline next to her rang immediately, and Secretary Qian's excited voice came from the phone.

"Deputy Tang, the person in charge of that scumbag project has been found, and he's actually right under our noses."

That bitch had countless lives on its hands, and they finally found it!

Secretary Qian cursed secretly.

Tang Bainian responded, randomly balled up the things on the ground and stuffed them into his bag, and said calmly: "I'll be there right away. You need someone to guard the scene first, don't let him escape."

He took a deep look at the bag and rushed out with the car keys.

"Deputy Tang." Secretary Qian saw Tang Bainian at a glance and ran towards him.

"Well, take two policemen and a camera and follow me in." Tang Bainian nodded.

Inside the hotel.

Song Hengjue opened the door and threw Yang Qingheng onto the bed.

Bitchy man!

Yang Qingheng cursed secretly, the bed was soft, but she was still thrown and her mind went blank for a moment, the smell of alcohol rolling in her stomach.

"Hey, Yang Qingheng, wake up." Song Hengjue knelt half-kneeling beside the bed, leaned over and patted her face.

Yang Qingheng frowned, pretending to wake up, her eyes were confused, and waved his face away with her backhand: "Go away, don't bother me sleeping."

"Snapped!"

Song Hengjue let out a loud slap from the side of his face. He covered his face in disbelief.

This violent girl can still be so strong when she's drunk?

Feeling anxious, he grabbed her face and tentatively said, "Who am I?"

Hearing this, the woman in her arms raised her eyes in a daze, held his face and stared at it carefully. She smiled like a girl and pointed at his nose: "Handsome...handsome guy?"

Very good, not a bitch.

Song Hengjue breathed a sigh of relief and put his heart back in his stomach. He helped her sit up straight and leaned on the bedside table. He said seriously: "You know what I ask you, you know."

"What?" Yang Qingheng refused to cooperate, staggering around and looking around like a curious baby, but not looking at him.

Song Hengjue couldn't bear it anymore and pulled out the fingers from her mouth, disgusted: "You are so old and you are still chewing your fingers, Yang Qingheng, are you dirty?"

Okay, okay, scold her, right?

Yang Qingheng sneered in her heart, but her face was still confused. She stretched out her hands and counted seven or eight times but still couldn't figure out how old she was.

Song Hengjue was speechless and coaxed her nicely: "Be obedient and answer my questions seriously. Can I treat you to some sweets?"

"Okay." Yang Qingheng showed a silly smile.

Song Hengjue sat up straight: "Why were you not willing to divorce me before? Don't you like Gu Yi? Wouldn't you be happy to be with him after the divorce?"

Yang Qingheng was confused: "Who?"

Song Hengjue: "...your ex-husband."

Now Yang Qingheng understood. He was silent for a moment, smiled, burped, and said with a big tongue: "He... he has a good face, a good waist, and the most important thing is..."

Song Hengjue's heart tightened, and his handsome face suddenly widened in Yang Qingheng's eyes.

Yang Qingheng's eyes flashed slightly: "The Cowherds outside are very expensive, but this one at my house is cheap and easy to use!" He gave a thumbs up as he spoke, as seriously as a primary school student raising his hand to answer a question.

Song Hengjue's smile froze.

Cow...Cowherd? free? !

Looking at the serious face of the woman in front of him, he was so angry that he wanted to strangle her to death!

It was so!It was so!

Sure enough, a dog can't change its habit of eating shit. This stupid woman really has her lust and shamelessness engraved into her bones!

Song Hengjue was extremely happy at this moment. His decision to divorce was absolutely correct!

"Last question," he knelt down and spoke patiently despite being angry, "Why did you have to get divorced in your last life?"

What he wants to ask more is, why should they abort their children for other men? She obviously decided to have this child, and they were looking forward to it together. At six months, they could even see the baby's little feet. How could she be so cruel for a man?

Yang Qingheng's breath was stagnant, and the blood in her body was flowing back crazily, but she smiled instead: "Because."

Song Hengjue's pupils shrank suddenly and he slowly approached, not daring to let go of every word that came out of her lips.

"The little match seller lit the firecrackers, and Andersen said Happy New Year to everyone. The tofu curd is sweet." After Yang Qingheng finished speaking, her face changed and she smelled of alcohol.

"vomit!"

Song Hengjue listened carefully and didn't react for a moment. He was vomited all over his body and jumped up in fright.

The fist hardened: "Yang Qingheng!"

However, after the woman vomited, she rolled her eyes and fell asleep, leaving him angry and helpless. He immediately rushed into the bathroom and took off a pair of bathrobes. When he came out, he had already put on a new bathrobe.

The woman lay quietly on the bed, sleeping soundly, no matter how much he screamed, she couldn't wake her up.

Knowing that nothing could be asked today, Song Hengjue was unwilling to give up, but he had no choice but to reach out and pick up the woman's body, planning to go out to find a receptionist and send her back to Tang Bainian's house, so that Tang Bainian would not find out.

However, as soon as he opened the door, he met a pair of familiar eyes.

Song Hengjue was silent. The woman he was holding in his left hand was like a hot potato at this moment, which made him feel guilty. He hooked his toes and closed the door a little smaller, pretending to be calm: "Long time no see."

Tang Bainian's eyes were burning, and he looked inside the door through the crack in the door. It was empty, not to mention women, except for Song Hengjue, there was no one there.

Secretary Qian and two police officers escorted the fugitive from a distance and asked for instructions: "Deputy Tang, do you want to follow me to the police station? Or go home directly?"

Tang Bainian glanced at Song Hengjue lightly, then turned back to Secretary Qian: "Hand the person over to the police station. You and Xiao Li will follow up. I'll go back to the office."

When you're done, turn around.

Song Hengjue breathed a sigh of relief. Something flashed through Tang Bainian's mind. With a sharp look in his eyes, he suddenly turned back and kicked open the door.

Everything in the room came into view of everyone outside the door, and the scene was deathly silent.

Cowherd?

Secretary Qian saw Song Hengjue's familiar face clearly and was shocked all over. When he saw the woman in his arms, she was even more burnt on the outside and tender on the inside.

lady? !