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

Before, it was just a nightmare, and at least I could live a normal life, but now it's starting to hurt my body.

Even more curious, what happened in these short two months made this man feel like he had lost his soul.

He probed: "Did you go to see her?"

"Yes." Song Hengjue nodded.

Dr. Cheng was silent for a moment: "If you really can't let go, you can try to remedy the situation. It may not be of any use, but at least you will feel much better."

"She has a family, so I can't do this." Song Hengjue struggled and shook his head firmly.

Not to mention the loving relationship between husband and wife now, even if the relationship between husband and wife is not good, according to Yang Qingheng's cruel character, she may not give him another chance.

Song Hengjue frowned, his mood suddenly seemed a little depressed.

Now it was the doctor's turn to be shocked. He slapped the table as if he had seen some social scraps: "What are you filled with in your head? Who asked you to interfere in the relationship between husband and wife? I mean you can do something." , express your repentance.”

This, this, this... there is no cure! How shameless!

Dr. Cheng was slanderous.

Song Hengjue was startled, his ears felt hot, he put his fist to his lips, coughed dryly, and felt a little embarrassed: "I...I actually meant the same thing. I meant that she has a husband, and my identity is wrong. If I do something, it will easily cause misunderstanding." ."

Dr. Cheng could tell at a glance and was very discerning enough not to expose him.

As soon as Song Hengjue left the house, Fang Nan rushed up to her, nervously asking, "How is it? What did Dr. Cheng say?"

"It's nothing, get in the car and go home." Song Hengjue remembered the conversation in the ward just now and glanced at him without wanting to say it out loud.

"Tsk, you still don't appreciate my concern for you." Fang Nan was used to his bad temper, so she didn't care about him and opened the driver's door.

Song Hengjue stared out the window without blinking, his eyes empty.

Fang Nan glanced at the rearview mirror and was silent for a moment.

Gee, that’s a little pitiful.

"Drive your car, and don't pull me in if you don't want to." A sarcastic voice came from the back seat.

Fang Nan's fist hardened.

"Wait, stop." Song Hengjue raised his hand and fixed his gaze outside the window.

Fang Nan was confused, followed his gaze, and subconsciously stopped: "Holy shit?"

In the jewelry store next to him, Tang Bainian was holding a ring while watching the woman next to her put it on her finger. Under the light, his lowered eyebrows softened the edges, and the smile in his eyes was even gentler. Don't praise her talent and appearance when you see her. .

But the problem is, the damn woman next to me is not Yang Qingheng!

Song Hengjue's face turned darker than the pot lid.

"Stupid woman!" He punched the armrest on the side, and a small piece broke immediately.

When she was in the ward, she said that Tang Bainian, a vixen who casually seduced people, was unreliable. She didn't believe it. Now she's better!

damn thing! Sure enough, if you marry, you won’t cherish it!

Song Hengjue became angrier the more he thought about it.

Seeing him pushing open the car door, looking menacing and looking like he was going to hit someone, Fang Nan grabbed his sleeve in excitement and said, "What are you doing! If you beat someone on the street, don't be afraid of sitting in a trap!"

Song Hengjue's veins throbbed and he pushed him away: "You bitch, I'll teach him a lesson!"

Fang Nan gritted his teeth, knelt down and hugged his calf tightly: "Brother Heng, please calm down. This is a private matter between husband and wife. What are you doing as an outsider getting involved?"

"Then let that turtle grandson hide it from Yang Qingheng?" Song Hengjue said.

Fang Nan was silent for a moment and hesitated: "How do you know that Yang Qingheng doesn't know about this matter? Even if she doesn't know about it, do you think she will trust her husband or your ex-husband who has nothing to do with it?"

The hot blood in Song Hengjue's head slowly cooled down, but he still stared at the store, carefully noted the woman's face, and opened the passenger door.

…………

Tang Bainian opened the door and saw Yang Qingheng on the sofa. His eyes paused and he hung his suit on the shelf beside him. He slowly walked over and sat down next to him.

He stayed with her quietly for a long time before he said worriedly: "Why did you come back so early today? You still look sad."

"The land next to the welfare home is under bidding recently. I'm a little worried that if a factory is built, it won't be suitable for children to live there." Yang Qingheng frowned.

Besides, the new welfare home is also built there, so it is really difficult to move it.

When Tang Bainian heard the word "welfare home", his fingers paused slightly, his eyebrows lowered and his eyes dim.

Yang Qingheng had been spending a lot of energy on this orphanage before. Although it felt wrong, it made sense because she liked children.

It wasn't until her sudden change of attitude when Song Hengjue told him about the orphanage that day that he finally realized that this thing was not only important to Yang Qingheng, but was also related to Song Hengjue's ex-husband!

This is a secret that belongs to both of them and he doesn't know!

Tang Bainian was having trouble breathing. He loosened the first button on his collar and looked up again, with a gentle curve on his face: "I've heard about this too. Whether it's to build a factory or other facilities has not yet been determined. It depends on who wins the bid, but since it is a suburb, the possibility of building a factory is still high.”