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

Sun Rong pursed her lips and shook her head.

Yang Qingheng's white fingers pinched the pen so hard that her nails turned white: "Can you tell me who gave the order?"

She knew how much the Pan family weighed, and if it could intimidate so many newspapers into not reporting on it, someone was probably trying to get in the way.

"It's the Qiao family," Lotus Sun said angrily, "They say they are cousins ​​of the Pan family."

Yang Qingheng's back teeth were tense, and the pen was thrown on the table. The clatter sounded unusually abrupt in the quiet office: "The Qiao family's hands really stretch out everywhere."

"This Qiao family is really everywhere, just like a troublemaker." Sun Rong felt aggrieved and almost died of anger.

Yang Qingheng sneered, but turned around to comfort her: "Okay, have a rest. The angrier you are, the happier they will be."

Thinking of something, he patted his head: "I almost forgot. Did you send the check to Song Hengjue?"

One code equals the other. She resented Song Hengjue for sending her to the detention center for Xu Lan, but she couldn't justify asking for a million dollars of land.

"Sent it away," Sun Rong immediately cheered up when she heard her ask this question and joked, "But what do you think they said?"

Yang Qingheng pursed her lips: "Stop teasing me."

Lotus Sun was funny: "People say that this land is for you to apologize. It doesn't matter if you were divorced and didn't share your property as compensation. If you ask me, your marriage is really valuable. If you hadn't been married, I don't think this would be the case. My ex-husband is not bad either.”

After rummaging around for a while, he took out another document from his bag: "By the way, this is what that damn boy Fang Nan gave me. It seems to be shares in some hotel."

"This dog's mouth is still a dog's mouth even if it is rimmed with gold." Yang Qingheng rolled his eyes at her, breaking her fantasy.

She makes money to enjoy life, not so that she can have a dog's mouth to lift the lid on her at home.

Lotus Sun:......

There is no way to refute.

Yang Qingheng reached out and took the document. After reading the content clearly, he swallowed. It turned out to be the shares of the hotel last time. He was a little tempted.

She has been in the capital for so long, and she is not very scarce about money, but she is seriously short of it.

Tang Bainian is certainly up for his game, but after all, he has only been back for five years, and being able to reach his current position is already the limit.

She also saw from what happened that day that the status of this hotel here is not low. If she can become a shareholder, it will be very beneficial for her to get to know some powerful people.

"How is it?" Sun Rong rarely saw Yang Qingheng looking so entangled, and she looked over in surprise.

Yang Qingheng pursed her lips and stuffed the documents into her bag: "Ask the driver to prepare the car, and I'll go to Song Hengjue's company."

Boxiang first floor.

Pan Zhen glanced at his watch and waved to the front desk: "Can't you let me go up first? I know you, Mr. Song."

"Sorry, if you don't have an appointment, we can't let you go up. I'm just an employee and don't have such great power. I hope you can understand." The front desk smiled politely.

Pan Changshu said with a dark face: "I already told you that I know him. Why are you just a front desk person? If you let us go up there, it's over. It's wasting our time so you can look good."

Where did the nouveau riche come from? How rude.

The front desk smiled with contempt in her heart. She could meet several small bosses like this in a day here, but she was not even qualified to meet their bosses. What was there to be arrogant about.

"Okay, today I want you to see how to discuss cooperation, not to yell." Pan Zhen cursed with a vein on his forehead twitching.

Pan Changshu calmed down, but he still stared at the receptionist with resentful eyes.

The two of them waited until their bones were aching but did not see Song Hengjue come down from above.

"Hello, I'm looking for Song Hengjue." Yang Qingheng walked straight into the hall and nodded politely at the front desk.

The receptionist was stunned and looked at her strangely. This was the first time she heard someone address Mr. Song like that here. The tone was light and airy, as if he was talking about an insignificant person.

"Do you have an appointment?" She curled her lips, feeling inexplicably very fond of her.

Compared to the nouveau riche father and son just now, this woman was simply a mood soother, making her feel comfortable all over.

"No." Yang Qingheng shook his head.

"Hey, this isn't the famous Mrs. Tang," a mocking voice came from behind. Pan Changshu leaned on the table carelessly, "Isn't your shabby company selling bags? It's not appropriate to come to discuss cooperation with Bo Xiang."

Yang Qingheng turned around and imitated his tone and mocked her back: "Oh, this is not Mr. Pan who is so angry that he wants to pick up a woman but fails to do so. If you have the time to bark like a dog, you might as well spend some time thinking about how to file a lawsuit with me."

Pan Changshu's face darkened: "Open your mouth and try another one!"

"It was indeed rude of me to scold the dog. I accidentally made you so angry. I'm sorry." Yang Qingheng covered her lips and chuckled. What she said could make people angry to death.

Pan Changshu's fists were filled with veins.

Pan Zhen took his arm and stepped forward: "Mrs. Tang, are you always so eloquent? You represent the image of the Tang family when you go out. If there is a chance, I will talk to the elders of your family and tell you, you are so eloquent." As a daughter-in-law, she talks dirty words outside, but she doesn’t have the demeanor of being a daughter-in-law of the Tang family."

Yang Qingheng smiled and looked him up and down until his face turned pale before he said jokingly: "I don't know if I have grace or not, but Mr. Pan, you are a man of your age, but you can't show off at all when you quarrel with me, a junior like me." The demeanor in your mouth, well, there is a word that suits you."

She was silent for a moment, then suddenly realized: "Oh! Called old and disrespectful!"

After saying that, he smiled shyly, as if he was a primary school student who finally showed off his culture and was eager to be praised.

Pan Zhen pointed at Yang Qingheng's nose, his fingers trembling with anger. However, Yang Qingheng's curse words were as if he had grown flowers, and he couldn't think of how to retaliate even if he couldn't think of anything.

In the end, he became angry and said: "He is indeed a mud-legged guy from the countryside, with no education or quality."

The receptionist next to him looked at the father and son who were so angry that they let out a fierce breath.

Should!

He quietly gave Yang Qingheng a thumbs up under the table.

Yang Qingheng smiled knowingly: "Beauty, has Song Hengjue come to work today?" She glanced at the time and saw that it was already afternoon, and she had a meeting to attend later.

Just as the front desk was about to speak, Pan Changshu on the side came over like a dog smelling shit, and sneered: "I advise you to go back. Shopping malls are not for trivial matters. The only problem that can be solved by sleeping with others is you. Only the blind Tang Bainian can catch this beauty, and Mr. Song won't even look at you if you take off your clothes."

"You really love to spread rumors." Yang Qingheng scorned.

"Assistant Fang!" Pan Zhen saw a familiar figure out of the corner of his eye and pulled Pan Changshu towards him, "Long time no see."

"Why don't you come up when you're here?" Fang Nan was surprised. If you listen carefully, you can hear how flattering he is.

For the first time, Pan Zhen noticed that Fang Nan was so respectful to him, and he was flattered: "Assistant Fang was joking, I would like to come up, but you receptionist is ignorant and won't listen no matter what you say. Her professional skills don't seem to be worthy of your company." ." He still hated the receptionist just now.

The girl at the front desk didn't expect that Pan Zhen, who was not a nouveau riche, could actually get such preferential treatment from Fang Nan, the boss's assistant. He obviously had an extraordinary status. Now that she heard him complaining to Fang Nan, her face turned pale.

Fang Nan threw away Pan Zhen's hand in disgust: "Who are you?" Then he smiled flatteringly at the woman opposite.