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

Fang Nan shrugged.

Is it possible to blame him?

Song Hengjue almost ran out of Xingxingzi's shoes and stopped in front of the office door. He straightened his collar, raised his hand, and stopped in the air. Finally, he gritted his teeth and waved his hand.

.........knocked lightly.

"Yang Qingheng?"

There was no sound coming from inside, and he felt weird. He called a few more times to make sure no one inside answered.

He didn't know whether he breathed a sigh of relief or felt a little bit in his heart, and finally laughed at himself.

He almost forgot when that woman Yang Qingheng waited for him.

Unscrew the handle and push the door open.

There was a group of people nestled on the lazy sofa behind the floor-to-ceiling windows. The woman's silky long hair was spread out on the sofa, and her face was covered with the Art of War. She fell asleep at some point.

Song Hengjue's steps trembled, and he froze in place. He pressed his toes against the door and closed it gently. Like a thief, he tiptoed towards the balcony, fearing that he would wake up the woman and punch him in the face.

"Did you step on shit on the soles of your feet?" Yang Qingheng took the book off his face.

Song Hengjue's movements froze: "You're not asleep?"

"It's such a cold day, why don't you sleep with me?" Yang Qingheng rolled her eyes at him, escaped from her bag, slapped a piece of paper on the table, and waved, "Come over and chat."

Song Hengjue glanced at the document, sat down opposite her, subconsciously crossed his legs, realized who was opposite him, and put it back down awkwardly, put his fist to his lips and coughed dryly: "What do you want to talk about?"

"You can either take this land back yourself or accept my money. Although I can't pay you back all at once, I will pay you back [-] regularly every month in the future." Yang Qingheng laid out a document and a A check for three hundred thousand.

"You don't have to pay it back. I said this is the compensation I will give you when we divorce." Song Hengjue pursed his lips.

"I don't want it." Yang Qingheng said.

Song Hengjue's eyes dimmed: "It's not for you. This land is for the orphanage. You have no right to refuse it for the children."

Yang Qingheng was silent for a moment, then raised her eyes and looked straight at him: "Song Hengjue, you didn't feel sorry for me about the divorce. Our marriage was wrong from the beginning. I have nothing to complain about when we get to this point. I hate you just because you brought me up." Xu Lan came to make me angry, and for half a year I joined outsiders to put me in the detention center. Now I have been beaten and scolded, and I have no anger left in my heart. From now on, we will go back to the same way."

Song Hengjue clearly saw the unprecedented seriousness in her eyes. He put his clasped palms back on his knees, paused and then changed his posture. His heart was empty and uneasy, and his voice was hoarse: "What does it mean to return to the bridge and return to the bridge?"

"Be a stranger. You live your life and I live mine. Don't appear in my life." Yang Qingheng said indifferently.

Song Hengjue's knees were blown cold by the wind. He crossed his hands on his knees. In the empty office, he didn't know how long it took before he heard his own voice: "Okay."

Tang family.

Tang Bainian came in and saw Mu Xiaoxiao curled up on the sofa holding a fruit plate and laughing loudly. He called her twice but didn't get a reply, so he frowned and turned off the TV.

Mu Xiaoxiao's laughter stopped suddenly, and she suddenly changed her face and said disgustedly: "Why are you back?"

"Why can't I come back to my house?" Tang Bainian responded with the same disgusted expression and glanced around the living room, "Where is your sister-in-law?"

"Where can we go if we don't go to the company?" Mu Xiaoxiao jumped over and turned on the TV again, deliberately turning up the volume.

Tang Bainian was so shocked that his head hurt. He went to the balcony and made a phone call: "Is Mr. Yang in the company now?"

"Deputy Director Tang? He came here this morning, but he went out after lunch. It seems he was discussing cooperation."

"Do you know who you are talking about cooperation with?"

"Let me ask Sister Sun?"

"No need." Tang Bainian hung up the phone and then dialed another number.

The silence of the office was interrupted by the ringing of the mobile phone. The word "Bainian" danced in front of their eyes. Yang Qingheng reached out and answered the phone with a gentle voice: "Are you back? What did you call me for?"

"It's nothing. Xiaoxiao said you didn't come back after dinner, so let me ask," Tang Bainian said, "Mom said she would let us go home for dinner later. Where are you? I'll pick you up by the way."

Yang Qingheng glanced out the window and lied without blinking: "I'm at the orphanage. I'll just go back later. You can wait for me at home."

Orphanage?

Tang Bainian glanced at his watch. It was a quarter past three in the afternoon, which was not the children's lunch break.

The hand holding the phone suddenly tightened: "I just bought some gifts for the children. I just sent them over. It won't be troublesome."

The corner of Yang Qingheng's mouth froze: "I have already left the orphanage, and the children are all undergoing physical examinations. If you come over to distribute gifts, they will make a fuss. It's not easy to control. Come back another day."

"Okay, then be careful on your way back. Ah, by the way, Xuanxuan's little bed hasn't been washed for a long time. I'll ask Auntie to clean it up." Tang Bainian gave her a step down.

This sentence was too abrupt under such a topic. Yang Qingheng felt weird, but she still followed him and answered: "I just washed him last week, but he doesn't like to be clean. If you don't like it, ask Auntie to wash it again."

Song Hengjue, who was opposite, heard the conversation between the two, and the light in his eyes instantly went out.

The orphanage was only ten minutes away from home, but half an hour away from here. Yang Qingheng was in a hurry, took out the share transfer agreement of the hotel from her bag, slapped it on the table, and ran outside as if running for her life.

Not long after he left, the exact same ringtone rang in the office. Finally, after ringing for the third time, he reached out and picked it up.

"Song Hengjue, why don't you keep your words?" Tang Bainian's mocking voice came through the mobile phone.

Song Hengjue loosened his tie and leaned back on the sofa: "I can stand up straight. If I can say it, I can do it."

"I hope Qingheng's and I's child can grow up in a complete family. You don't want him to have a bad life, either." Tang Bainian took off his glasses and threw them on the table, his voice a little threatening.

Song Hengjue felt that his throat was dry and uncomfortable, but the words he spoke did not show any timidity at all, but were accurately aggressive: "Poor child? So you are messing around outside because you want to run a family well? You say one thing and do the same. Damn it, why didn’t I realize you were such a hypocrite before? Yang Qingheng is kind and won’t argue with you, but I will definitely take care of it to the end.”

The veins on Tang Bainian's forehead jumped, and he suddenly felt a little regretful. He finally realized the consequences of lying and sincerely promised: "You don't have to worry about my family affairs, and the things you worry about won't happen. You'd better do what you promised today."

Song Hengjue had a cold face, hung up the phone, threw the phone back on the table in frustration, made a sharp friction sound, picked up the car keys on the table and went out.

As soon as he opened the office door, he was greeted by more than a dozen pairs. He closed the door with a bang, and his face turned completely dark: "I love looking at things so much. Do you want to invite you into the office to have a closer look?"

Several people were shocked and shrank back to their workstations, as honest as quails.

When Song Hengjue disappeared in the elevator, he was so coaxed that it exploded.