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

Looking at Yang Qingheng's indifferent face, thinking of her temperament of being soft-spoken, she softened her voice and said sincerely: "Yang Qingheng, there are thousands of good men in the world, you are rich and good-looking, no matter what you look for, you can't find any." , why waste time on a cheating man like him."

Yang Qingheng looked at his serious look with a bit of teasing interest. She touched the broken hair on the side of her face, pretending to be sad, showing a bit of inferiority between her brows and eyes, and sighed: "Oh, you said it so lightly. Divorce again." , my next marriage will be my third marriage, and rumors about me are already spreading everywhere in the circle. If I divorce Tang Bainian, wouldn’t it mean that I would become their laughing stock."

It turns out there is a reason for this!

Song Hengjue felt sour, blamed himself, and regretted everything, and he felt so guilty that it was hard to describe.

It was all his fault. He insisted on getting her divorced without thinking about how she would live in the future, which ruined her reputation.

Tang Bainian's family has such good conditions, it's surprising that Yang Qingheng was treated well when she first got married.

Inexplicably wanting to do something for her, she patted her chest: "Yang Qingheng, don't belittle yourself. You're not just a man. I can find you whatever you want, tall, short, thin, good-looking or ugly." , it’s your choice.”

"As a married couple, I didn't expect you to be quite loyal." Yang Qingheng almost laughed out loud when she saw him being fooled around. She pressed the corners of her mouth tightly and shook her head, "But Tang Bainian and I have been together for so many years. There are still some, I still wish I was with him, you see, although he has fun outside, he has never brought me in front of me to make me angry, which shows that he still has me in his heart."

"You are deceiving yourself!" Song Hengjue didn't expect that she had said so much, but she walked back to the front and jumped up from her chair in anger.

He grabbed two handfuls of hair and walked around anxiously, unable to think of any other way to bring back Yang Qingheng, a stupid woman who was full of love.

Yang Qingheng took a sip of tea, glanced at her face a few times, and crossed her legs as if watching a show.

A question came from outside the door.

"Hello, tea bringer, can I come in now?"

Yang Qingheng glanced at the bottomed teapot and responded: "Come in, I'm sorry."

Without noticing at all, as the waiter pushed open the door of the box, all the scenes inside fell into the eyes of people outside the door.

Secretary Qian passed by with several leaders, and when he saw the two people in the box, his jaw almost dropped to the floor.

adulterer? Madam of the Deputy Hall?

"Xiao Qian, what are you looking at?" The leader next to him noticed that Secretary Qian didn't follow him and turned around.

Secretary Qian shook his head and followed quickly: "Nothing, Director, this way." He respectfully led her the way.

After sending a few people away, my thoughts became more and more chaotic.

He really didn't expect that the deputy director's wife would be so bold. She was caught in bed by the deputy director once, and this time she would dare to ask out her mistress alone.

This matter should not be the responsibility of his subordinates.

Secretary Qian was about to leave with his briefcase under his arm, but the moral condemnation made him restless. Although Deputy Director Tang said that he was a bit strict in the past and made him work a lot of overtime, he was actually promoted step by step.

Otherwise, he, who has no money and no power, could have climbed to this position?

The veins on his forehead twitched twice. He gritted his teeth and called, "Deputy Director Tang?"

"What happened?" Tang Bainian asked.

Secretary Qian held the phone and felt that his boss looked like a pitiful person. He was even more disgusted with Yang Qingheng's shameless behavior.

He hesitated: "I just went to have dinner with some leaders and met the deputy director's wife at the restaurant."

This tone gave Tang Bainian an ominous premonition: "Well, then?"

"There's also the former Boxiang boss in there," she added, as if he was afraid he wouldn't understand. "It's the one I met at the hotel last time, and the one you asked me to check."

Tang Bainian's breath was stagnant: "Okay, I understand."

He hung up the phone, slumped down in his chair, his eyes were blank for a second, then he stood up and said, "The meeting is over." He strode back to the office.

Several people looked at each other, wondering why the deputy hall had become like this again. It had been so erratic during this period, it was really scary.

Yang Qingheng had seen enough jokes and was about to speak when the cell phone in her bag rang.

The man on the side also looked over. Yang Qingheng frowned, raised her hand and gave him a warning look to tell him to be quiet, and then answered the phone.

"Bai Nian?"

"Well," the sizzling sound of electricity came mixed with the man's gentle voice, "Where are you now?"

"In the orphanage, what happened?" It was the first time Yang Qingheng heard Tang Bainian's blunt question. He frowned and felt a little uncomfortable. He deliberately concealed what happened here.

Tang Bainian was silent for a moment, the color in his eyes became more obscure, his mouth was bitter, and his fingertips dug tightly into the cap of the pen in his hand, without a trace of blood.

His tone was panicked, his breathing was rapid, and his usually steady and gentle voice was tainted with uneasiness: "I just went back to get the documents and saw Xiaoxuan vomiting all the time. It seems like he is not going to be able to. Please come back quickly and take a look."

"Xiaoxuan is sick?!" Yang Qingheng was startled, picked up the bag on the table and rushed outside, "Don't worry, have you found a doctor? I'll rush back right away."

My whole body was shaking. I accidentally scanned it and the contents of the bag fell to the floor.

Song Hengjue frowned and knelt down to help her pick it up, worried: "What happened?"

"My son is sick. I'll go back first. I'll contact you later about the property transfer." Yang Qingheng didn't have the energy to explain to him and strode outside.

Song Hengjue, however, seemed to have been struck by a thunderbolt from the blue, and was stunned on the spot: "Son? Do you have a son?"