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

This means that the power to manage the family is to be handed over to her.

Although the Tang family's parents are retired, the friends who can come are also prestigious. Not only can they receive a large sum of money as gifts, but they can also get to know the uncle who holds real power. If other people's daughter-in-law gets such a big deal as her parents-in-law, she will definitely have to ask for it. Flattered.

But Yang Qingheng knew clearly that she was playing tricks on Tang Bainian, and she was only panicked, not excited at all.

"Mom, didn't you just say that Xiaoxiao is going to date someone soon? I think it's better to give her this opportunity and exercise her abilities, so that she won't have the same personality as a child. I'll be there to help. good."

He gave Mu Xiaoxiao a look asking for help.

Pressure was falling from the sky. Mu Xiaoxiao's scalp was numb, but she still gritted her teeth and pretended to be happy: "Yes, Mom, my sister-in-law is preparing for a business exchange meeting in a while. She is too busy to touch the ground. Let me do it."

"Shut up." Mu Huihe glanced over.

Mu Xiaoxiao shut up and gave Yang Qingheng a helpless expression.

"A birthday party is not very grand. It will take as much time as you want. Xiaoxiao can't do it. She will have other arrangements by then." Mu Huihe insisted.

The old man knew what his wife was planning, so he put down his chopsticks and echoed: "Qingheng, just listen to your mother. Many friends lead to many paths. If your company can use these relatives, it will be easier for everyone to talk, and you don't need to beg outsiders." .”

Yang Qingheng's fingers under the table were clasped in her palms, and she felt a slight pain. She twitched the corner of her mouth: "Dad, I feel..."

"I think my parents are right, Qingheng, I'm sorry to bother you with this banquet." Tang Bainian patted the back of her hand and interrupted her speech.

Yang Qingheng was stunned, looked at him, and closed his mouth.

After the meal, the two got into the car.

Yang Qingheng asked: "Tang Bainian, I shouldn't interfere in your family's affairs."

We agreed to get a divorce. If we contact them now, wouldn't it be embarrassing to meet those relatives again after the divorce?

Tang Bainian was holding the steering wheel, with most of his face hidden in the shadows. The emotion in his eyes was unclear, but his voice was as gentle as ever: "I have to hand over an important project in the city during this period. I don't have time. If I keep pushing away, it will make Dad Mom is suspicious, I'm sorry, I really have to trouble you this time."

"Forget it, it's not a big deal." Yang Qingheng couldn't help but sigh as he looked begging for help.

It just so happened that she really wanted to make a few contacts, and it would be nice if she could accumulate a few this time.

The car did not go directly home, but drove to the company.

Yang Qingheng opened the car door and got out of the car, nodding to Tang Bainian inside: "I'll go up and get a document. I'll be down soon. Just wait here."

After saying that, he strode upstairs.

"Mr. Yang."

"Hello, Mr. Yang."

The company had not finished get off work yet, and people coming and going greeted her. Yang Qingheng returned the greetings one by one, but she felt inexplicably uncomfortable and felt a little weird.

"Qingheng!" Sun Rong shouted and ran towards this side. The usually calm person looked particularly flustered at this time.

Yang Qingheng's mouth tightened: "What's wrong?"

Sun Rong glared at the few people who were looking this way, pulled her and strode upstairs. After closing the door of the office, she gritted her teeth and said, "I don't know who did this." She reached out from her bag. Pulled out a pile of papers.

The small portrait of Hua, although not detailed enough, can vaguely tell that it is her.

The woman in the painting had a plump figure and made strange postures. Yang Qingheng knew this. Some time ago, during the anti-pornography campaign in the red light district, she had seen small statues on the road specifically used to attract customers.

Tsk, no wonder those people downstairs looked strange just now.

Yang Qingheng picked up the small portrait and looked at it carefully, feeling a little disgusted: "Who painted this? I can draw better than him with my feet."

"Is now the time to consider this?" Sun Rong's lungs were about to explode. Seeing that she was still in the mood to joke here, she jumped anxiously, "Which of the eighteenth generation of ancestors actually did this thing? Let me know that I have to deal with it. He can't."

Rolling up his sleeves, he revealed a bit of his former savagery, which made the subordinates outside know that their jaws would drop. Secretary Sun, who usually pays attention to his image, still has this side.

"What's the point of being angry?" Yang Qingheng took out the document he wanted from the drawer, "Have you found out where this card came from?"

"I asked the cleaning staff and they said that someone put it in the toilet, and then it was stuffed on the table outside. I found it when I came here, and no one saw who brought it." Sun Rong said.

"What do security guards do for food?" Yang Qingheng said in disgust and waved her hand, "Call the police."

Tang Bainian saw Yang Qingheng coming downstairs and opened the car door for her thoughtfully: "Why is this expression on her face? Is there something unhappy about her?"