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

Song Hengjue's face turned dark: "You also said that you were asked to deal with Mu Xiaoxiao's mistress. It has been so long and there has been no progress at all."

Fang Nan: ...his damn bitch.

"You don't have anything to do now. Please help me run over this afternoon and transfer this property to Yang Qingheng." Song Hengjue opened the car door and pulled out a document from somewhere.

"That's easy to say," Fang Nan took it over with a smile. The moment he saw it clearly, a strange smile froze on his face, "...are you sure?"

The tips of Song Hengjue's ears felt hot, and he glanced over: "Do you have any objections?"

"Why not!" Fang Nan yelled, "Song Hengjue, I have been with you for several years, and you treat me like this."

Song Hengjue frowned and said firmly: "You are sick."

Fang Nan jumped out of bed with excitement. Of course he was sick, pink eye!

He said sincerely: "Song Hengjue, there is an old saying that goes, brothers are like siblings, women are like clothes. We have been working together for many years, and we have such a good relationship, but you don't have anything to give me?"

No matter what, I have to be on an equal footing with Yang Qingheng.

"There are people who have lost their arms and legs. Have you ever seen someone without clothes? Why don't you try running naked on the street?" Song Hengjue said with disdain.

The driver saw a long, slender hand sticking out from the gap in the window and beckoning towards him. Understanding the situation, he quickly strode over and opened the driver's door.

Fang Nan looked at the document, his eyes shining with money. He slowly touched the belt on his waist with his fingers. He swallowed nervously and a shameless voice sounded in the car: "If you give me one million, it will be enough." It’s not impossible.”

The driver was shocked and turned around in shock.

"Get out!" The veins on Song Hengjue's forehead popped out, he opened the door and kicked him out, and the car sped away.

Fang Nan was unwilling to give in, and chased after him with a shy face, pressing his face against the car window to discuss: "Brother, dear brother, five hundred thousand, just give me five hundred thousand."

Song Hengjue quickly closed the window: "Driver, drive faster."

"Cheapskate!" Fang Nan jumped up and down in anger. He looked at the empty streets around him. It didn't look like there was a bus stop at all. He slapped his head and realized that he had made a mistake.

"Let's go, I'll give you a ride." Lotus Sun's voice came from behind.

Fang Nan's eyes were bright, as if he had seen the savior, and he clasped his hands together: "Thank you, thank you, sister-in-law, you are such a good person." Yigulu got into the car.

Lotus Sun laughed at his selling treasures, opened the car door and sat next to him.

On the way, Fang Nan stopped talking.

Lotus Sun was speechless: "Just tell me if you have anything to say."

"Ahem," Fang Nan choked on her saliva, her eyes were swaying, and she came over mischievously, "Sister, do you, Mr. Yang, still need an assistant? See how I am doing."

"Guess what I do," Lotus Sun put down the documents in her hand, smiled, motioned to the driver to stop, and kicked him on the butt with her high heels, "You damn boy, you are planning on me."

The driver in front of him chuckled and started the car.

On the other side, several people had already gotten out of the car.

"Try the strawberries my parents sent me. They are quite sweet. You should like them." Tang Bainian first went to the kitchen to wash a plate of fruits and then rolled up his sleeves to shovel cat poop.

Mu Xiaoxiao quickly took one, rolled her eyes at his back, and said angrily, "You should like it."

A man who is several decades old, what are you pretending to be?

Yang Qingheng was funny: "You two are enemies."

She finally discovered that Tang Bainian was kind to everyone on the surface, but he had nothing to do with his sister. There was not a single meeting where he was not angry to death.

Quite fun.

"Sister-in-law, you eat too." Mu Xiaoxiao was uncharacteristically holding the fruit in front of her.

Yang Qingheng rubbed the goosebumps on his hands: "If you have anything to do, just tell me directly. There's no need to beat around the bush."

"Then I'm not welcome," Mu Xiaoxiao rubbed her palms together, "Sister-in-law, our hospital is having a social gathering with your hospital this weekend...hehe."

"What, you want me to look after you?" Yang Qingheng teased.

Mu Xiaoxiao's face turned red, she was silent for a rare moment, and turned her head, apparently acquiescing.

"No problem." Yang Qingheng nodded.

I don’t know where this sister got her hobby. She just likes those fancy-dressed boys in their art academy, especially those from their design academy. She had hinted to her several times before and asked her to introduce her, but she didn’t agree because she was afraid of the Tang family. Several elders have opinions.

Last month I asked Tang Bainian that his family had no special requirements for Mu Xiaoxiao's boyfriend, but now that he was asking for it, it was not impossible to agree.

"Sister-in-law, you are the kindest fairy in the world," Mu Xiaoxiao stamped her feet excitedly, threw her on the sofa with a bear hug, and pinched her neck hard twice, laughing, "Sister-in-law, you must tonight Come sleep in my room."

As soon as she finished speaking, fate was grabbed by the throat. Tang Bainian coldly picked up her collar and threw her to the sofa aside: "Mu Xiaoxiao, how old are you if you want someone to sleep with you?"

"Bah, bah, bah, stingy." Mu Xiaoxiao made a face and ran away.

"How's it going?" Tang Bainian patted her back to cheer her up.

Yang Qingheng shook his head: "What do you think she did? Xiaoxiao has a sense of proportion."

Tang Bainian pursed his lips and did not answer.

weekend afternoon.

"Sister-in-law, why don't you change your clothes?" Mu Xiaoxiao poked her head in.

Yang Qingheng was wearing an everyday style, a white shirt and a brown long skirt. She didn't look like she was going to a social gathering, but as if she was going to work.

She shook her head and took Mu Xiaoxiao out to change her shoes: "Why am I wearing such colorful clothes when I'm married? I don't know why I'm going to find a man."

Mu Xiaoxiao's throat was filled with smoke, and she became angry: "You are really such a talkative person. If you don't tease me for a day, I will have nothing to do."

It was already seven o'clock in the afternoon when the two of them arrived at the school, and the sky was getting dark.

"Xiaoxiao?" Several girls not far away waved to Mu Xiaoxiao and nodded politely to Yang Qingheng, "Senior Sister Yang."

After all, several of them were unfamiliar with her and couldn't let go when talking. Yang Qingheng was considerate and patted Mu Xiaoxiao on the shoulder: "You go play with your friends for a while first. I haven't been to school for a long time. I'm just hanging out. , come find me later."

After a few people walked away, Yang Qingheng simply walked around the lake. Unexpectedly, there were young lovers everywhere, and he came back with a shameful face.

"Hey, beauty, are you short of a dance partner?" As soon as she entered the hall, a big hand suddenly grabbed her arm.

Greasy.

Yang Qingheng subconsciously shook it off, turned around and saw that unfamiliar face with an ugly expression, and said uglyly: "Thank you, I don't need a dance partner."

"Everyone is here to find a partner tonight, so don't be reserved." Pan Changshu curled his lips and smiled evilly, making a nondescript gentlemanly gesture. When he raised his head, he held a delicate rose in his mouth.

It just looked out of place with his arrogant face.

Where did the narcissist come from.

The corners of Yang Qingheng's mouth froze, and the words popped out one by one. She felt like she was grinding her teeth: "Are you done? When you're done, get out of my way and block my way." Seeing the man froze in place, he simply Go around him and head inside.

If she hadn't been a little restrained, she would have rolled her eyes.

"Interesting." Pan Changshu looked at her back up and down, touched his chin and revealed a determined smile.

This kind of pepper is interesting when you sleep on it.

The man next to him smiled: "It seems that Mr. Pan has found a dish he likes today. I have to say that what Mr. Pan likes is the best."

"Boss, give me a try when you get tired of it." Another boy looked at Yang Qingheng's back and swallowed.

Pan Changshu was happy to be praised and waved his hand: "We are all brothers, easy to talk about."

Judging from his clothes, he was probably a poor student somewhere. He could afford not to mention one, but ten of them.

Yang Qingheng looked around twice but didn't see Mu Xiaoxiao, so he picked up a glass of red wine. It was a university party. There was no hard liquor on the table. It was probably some with low alcohol content. He took a sip and the taste was surprisingly good.

"How about the red wine I asked someone to fly over from France? Have you ever drank it?" Pan Changshu leaned against the table, put one hand in his trouser pocket, and felt good about himself.

Yang Qingheng took a sip of wine in his throat and almost choked to death. He coughed twice, and two rosy touches appeared on his face.

Are you shy?

Pan Changshu sneered in his heart, but with a gentle look on his face, he pointed to her goblet: "If you have never been to this kind of banquet, you may not know that this kind of wine glass is not held like this. If others see it, it will cause trouble." joke."

"Then how to catch him?" Yang Qingheng laughed dryly.

Pan Changshu was confident and reached out to squeeze her hand: "I'll teach you..."

"Wow!" A glass of red wine was placed on his head. Yang Qingheng's face was as cold as ice shards. "Who gave you the courage to do anything?"