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Song Hengjue trembled when he heard the word death, broke away from his hand and ran upstairs, frightening Yao Ying next to him.

"You're going to die, you little bitch, you're going crazy all the time."

After Song Hengjue came that day, Yang Qingheng's side was quiet for several days. Perhaps because he was frightened by her scolding, Song Hengjue did not dare to act like a monster again. Li Tongji soon came to the door in person, and the cooperation was confirmed on the same day.

Yang Qingheng was in a good mood and specially invited him to a meal.

However, the silence was soon broken by a phone call from Fang Nan.

"You'd better be fine." Yang Qingheng frowned.

Fang Nan was used to being scolded by her, so he didn't care and cursed Song Hengjue several times in his mind.

If it weren't for him, he wouldn't be able to be angered by Yang Qingheng.

"Sister Yang, um, can you come to the hotel to pick up Song Hengjue? He is now..."

Yang Qingheng hung up the phone: "I don't know you, get out!"

"What happened to Boss Yang?" Li Tongji was surprised.

Yang Qingheng realized the gaffe and smiled sheepishly: "Something with my friend made Boss Li laugh."

After seeing Li Tongji off, and just about to go home, within a few minutes, the phone rang again.

Yang Qingheng picked up the answer, and Fang Nan's humble voice came over there: "Sister Yang, I'm begging you, even if you don't pity him, you should pity me. He's a mentally retarded man who has been squatting in the box drinking for two days. He keeps talking about you, if you don’t come, I’m really afraid that he will die here.”

He is just a ragtag worker, and he doesn't want to cause trouble.

"Then let him die." Yang Qingheng's voice came from over there.

Then he hung up the phone without mercy.

Fang Nan took the phone and cursed.

This woman, Yang Qingheng, could really refresh his imagination time and time again.

When I was in school, I thought she was virtuous, but I didn't expect to find out later that this woman was so ruthless that she could force Song Hengjue to jump off the building, and now she really wants Song Hengjue to die!

But at this time, the culprit who was holding a wine bottle on the ground still didn't know whether he was alive or dead. He was sitting on the ground drinking like crazy and crying like crazy: "Wife? Where is my wife? Huh? Wife, are you hungry?"

"Wife? You have a damn wife. She is Tang Bainian's daughter-in-law."

Fang Nan gritted his teeth and slapped him on the head, feeling instantly refreshed.

Finally I know why Yang Qingheng always attacks Song Hengjue. He is so mean. Now that he knows he wants a wife, what should he do?

After the beating, he looked at Song Hengjue's face and felt a little guilty. He stretched out his hands and rubbed him hard, saying angrily: "I'm telling you, you can't hold grudges. I...I slapped you just now to ward off mosquitoes." .”

On the other side, Yang Qingheng hung up the phone and got into the car.

"go home."

The driver responded. Just a few minutes after driving, Yang Qingheng in the back seat suddenly said: "Wait, stop."

He pushed the car door hard and got out, trotting: "Aunt Yao, what are you doing out at night?"

Yao Ying held the flashlight, looked at her, and sighed: "Fang Nan said that Hengjue was drunk with others and refused to come back. I'll go take a look."

This Fangnan! It's really useless.

Yang Qingheng was dissatisfied. What could he do if he called the old lady over? He could just knock her unconscious and carry her back. Such a big person could still die after being hit twice.

After hesitating for a while, he finally compromised: "Mom, let me take you there. It's late at night and it's not safe for you to be outside."

When the two arrived, Fang Nan just opened the door and came out.

He pointed to the box and said, "I can't control the madness in there. You two should go take a look."

Yang Qingheng frowned, smelling the smell of alcohol from afar, and rushed straight to the door, twisted his nose in disgust, and took a step back.

Yao Ying screamed and rushed in: "Don't die, you brat, who told you to drink like this?" There were bottles of wine everywhere, and it was really a miracle that he was still alive.

Song Hengjue didn't know how long he had been drinking. He didn't even recognize his own mother anymore. He kept making trouble: "Where is my wife? Where did my wife go?"

Fang Nan glanced at Yang Qingheng and saw that she hadn't moved at all. He gritted his teeth, grabbed Song Hengjue's arm and pinched his throat: "Zai Zai Zai, let's go home, okay?"

"Damn duck, get out of here!" Song Hengjue reacted conditionedly and vomited, causing Fang Nan to turn pale.

Yao Ying was almost pushed aside.

Yang Qingheng couldn't bear it anymore, so she rushed up and slapped you: "Have you had enough trouble? I count to three. If you don't get up, I will beat you to death."

"three two……"

Song Hengjue scratched his head and got up wobblingly as if his butt was on fire.

The two people next to him were stunned.

Seeing the man shamelessly approaching, Yang Qingheng pinched her nose and took several steps back: "Get away, it stinks, don't come near me!"

"You dislike me?" Song Hengjue was so scolded that he felt aggrieved.

Fang Nan felt relieved when he saw that he was finally honest. He dragged him outside and stuffed him into Yang Qingheng's car. He smiled and said, "Sister Yang, please take care of you."

Before Yang Qingheng could refuse, he ran away.

As the old lady watched helplessly, Yang Qingheng swallowed her anger and sat in the passenger seat.

In the Tang family, there were no lights on in the living room, and it seemed deserted and unpopular.

Tang Bainian didn't know how long he looked at the door of the living room, but he still didn't see anyone pushing it open, and his heart kept beating.

He reached out and picked up the phone beside him: "Secretary Qian, check if Madam is still at the Qingzhu Hotel, and then find someone to check on Song Hengjue."

Secretary Qian was almost numb to this kind of thing and nodded: "Yeah, I'll do it right away."

…………

It was already late at night when Yang Qingheng returned home. She turned on the light and saw someone sitting in the living room, and was startled.

Tang Bainian stood up and sighed: "It's so late, where have you been?"

Yang Qingheng felt guilty and pretended to be calm: "I met a friend on the road and we got together. Why are you still up so late? I don't have to go to work tomorrow."

Although it was a cooperative relationship, she felt inexplicably guilty about being caught in bed.

Yang Qingheng felt that she was really crazy.