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

Yang Qingheng tried his best to put on a more natural smile: "No, it's just a small matter, nothing to worry about."

Tang Bainian's eyes dimmed, he nodded, and opened the door for Yang Qingheng, but he did not go home with him: "My mobile phone seems to have fallen into the car. You go back first, and I will look for it."

"Okay, come back quickly." Yang Qingheng had been running around all day, and there was a lot of dust on his hair. He always felt uncomfortable all over, so he opened the door with his key and went in.

Tang Bainian pursed his lips, opened the door, sat back in the passenger seat, and took out the cell phone he said he had lost from the drawer: "Secretary Qian."

"Deputy Director Tang, do you have any orders?" Secretary Qian put the phone in the crook of his neck and closed the office door with both hands.

"Check what happened in Madam's company this afternoon." Tang Bainian said.

"Okay, just wait for me for half an hour."

The lobby of Qiao's villa.

Pan Changshu held up a stack of small portraits with both hands, with a flattering smile on his lips: "Cousin, things are done, you can take a look..."

"Not bad." Qiao Xihe took out one piece with disgust and looked at it carefully, with gloating in his eyes.

The only reason Yang Qingheng could fight her now was that she was married, and the Tang family's old couple could still use their connections to back her up. She wanted to see how they could fight her when her reputation was completely bad and she no longer had the status of the Tang family's daughter-in-law.

A mud-legged guy from the countryside probably doesn't even know what aesthetics is, so he shouldn't be afraid.

"Cousin, there are matters at the police station and my family..." Pan Changshu rubbed his palms and spoke tentatively.

"The people at the police station dare to touch my people?" Qiao Xihe sneered disdainfully, and then glanced at him, "It's easy to talk about cooperation. When the time comes, I will ask Song Hengjue to come out, and you can talk to him yourself."

After all, it is her territory, so the man should give her some face no matter what.

Pan Changshu thought about meeting Yang Qingheng in Boxiang that day, opened his mouth, and finally smiled flatteringly: "Then I'll trouble my cousin."

It's not a legitimate relationship between a man and a woman, just a bed partner. It's not certain whether the matter can reach Song Hengjue's ears.

Pan Changshu felt that his idea just now was unnecessary. He patted his head and the matter was accomplished. He didn't bother Qiao Xihe anymore, said goodbye and went out directly.

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Yang Qingheng had just come out of the bathroom after taking a hot bath. She was steaming all over. She stretched out her hand to open the floor-to-ceiling window on the balcony. She was startled by the people outside: "What are you doing here at this late hour?"

"I'm sorry," Tang Bainian held half a scarlet eyelid between his fingertips. His lowered eyebrows were not as gentle as before in the middle of the night. Instead, they looked a bit gloomy. He seemed to ask casually, "Mom's birthday party." Please, if there is anything I can do to help you in your company, you must tell me."

"You're saying this again. I've lived in your house for free for so long, so I should do something. There's nothing wrong with my company, so don't worry." Yang Qingheng curled her lips and smiled slightly, and the look between her eyebrows looked so gentle, but Tang Bainian just felt that she was so far away from him for no reason.

It seemed like something was about to slip out of his hand.

He pursed his lips, grabbed Yang Qingheng's forearm, and said impulsively: "Yang Qingheng, if the person asking you today is..."

He wanted to ask if the person asking her here today was Song Hengjue, would she still be so secretive? Would she also think that asking Song Hengjue for help was a trouble?

But he knew what it meant to ask this question. Yang Qingheng was not stupid. If he showed any thoughts other than friends, she would definitely terminate the cooperative relationship in advance.

Tang Bainian let go of his hand in silence, swallowing the second half of his words back in his throat.

"What?" Yang Qingheng raised his eyes in confusion.

Tang Bainian shook his head: "No, I just wanted to ask you if you mind if I smoke on the balcony."

"You can smoke if you like, and you don't smoke in my room," Yang Qingheng said funny. This man's self-cultivation is really engraved in his bones, "But didn't you never smoke before?"

"No, someone else gave it to me. I was curious about the taste. I only tasted it twice and I won't smoke it anymore." Tang Bainian pinched out Scarlet and threw it into the trash can nearby like a hot potato.

But he realized that the woman's attention was not here at all. She went to the cupboard and picked up a quilt for him and took it to the next door for him.

Mu Xiaoxiao was not here, so the two of them didn't have to pretend, they both slept separately.

The birthday banquet is simple to say, but trivial and time-consuming when busy.

She also had to confirm which relatives to invite, prepare invitations and send them to their homes, and decorate the banquet hall, ranging from a dessert and a fork to inspecting the venue. She was so busy that she didn't have time to do much in a week. Company matters.

Fortunately, Zhong Yan and Sun Rong were very capable and helped arrange things properly, so she didn't get into any trouble.

On the day of the birthday banquet, Yang Qingheng went to the house where Tang's parents lived early. Before he entered, he heard loud noises coming from inside the house. He paused, opened the door and went in: "Mom and Dad."

"Qing Heng is here, sit here." Mu Huihe held her hand, probably because she was happy, her face looked a little rosier than usual.

Yang Qingheng nodded again to the middle-aged man next to him: "Uncle."

The uncle glanced at her lightly, but did not respond. Instead, he said to Mu Huihe, "I heard that this year your birthday party was not held by Bainian, but handed over to your wife here?"

"Bainian is not free. Qingheng and Bainian are husband and wife. It doesn't matter who takes care of this matter." Mu Huihe patted Yang Qingheng's hand and said to her younger brother.

old stuff.

Yang Qingheng rolled her eyes secretly. She didn't understand what this old man meant. He thought she came from the countryside and looked down on her.

Mu Huihe lived a good life after her marriage, and her position was promoted step by step. However, this younger brother was like a piece of mud. He couldn't help him. He came to Mu Huihe every three days to ask for money, which caused a lot of trouble. Trouble, Mu Huihe broke off the relationship with him in a fit of anger. As she got older these years, she probably missed the old relationship a little, so she started to interact with him again.

But this narrow-minded person actually resented his sister's cruelty, and she seemed to be asking for help but she also had a lot of weirdness.

He didn't dare to mess with Mu Huihe. He thought she was a soft persimmon from the countryside, so he could pick her out.

Sure enough, the man laughed out loud in the next second: "It's not a question of whether there is any difference. I'm just afraid that your wife here doesn't have many connections and won't be able to book a good hotel. It will make you look bad when the time comes."

"What you said is what I told Qingheng to keep everything simple. Now that she has booked, I will go wherever she booked. The location is not a problem. The main thing is that everyone gets together and has fun." Mu Huihe naturally Knowing how much Yang Qingheng weighed, it would be difficult for her to book a high-end hotel, but there was no problem booking a mid-range hotel. Since she decided to let Yang Qingheng take full responsibility, she wouldn't care about it, but now in front of several people In front of relatives, it is another matter if the younger brother speaks out.

Seeing what she said, the uncle became even more convinced that Yang Qingheng, a poor fellow from the countryside, had not booked a good hotel. His eyes wandered for a moment and he enthusiastically recommended: "I think you might as well let our family Sheng Sheng be in charge of this birthday party. We Jia Shengsheng is the person in charge of some club at Capital University, and he knows a lot of people. He knows the young man from Rifle Hotel. If you want to hold a banquet there, we, Shengsheng, just tell him."

"Shengsheng is so powerful?" Mu Huihe was surprised. She thought it was not good when she heard that her younger brother had adopted a teenage boy. But now it seems that this is unreliable and she still has some perspective.

He looked at the young man who was the same age as Xiaoxiao and his eyes were a little gentler.

The corner of Yang Qingheng's mouth twitched, but she still didn't understand why her mother-in-law's younger brother's IQ was so different from hers. This old guy just had to write "All your family's gifts were given to my son" on his face, and he thought they couldn't see it. Can't come out.

Mu Song's lips curled up slightly, and he nodded sheepishly: "My dad was joking. I just know him, and I'm not as powerful as he said. But if my cousin wants to contact me, I can give you one."

"Oh, thank you very much, cousin, give me one." Yang Qingheng smiled softly. This kid was polite and polite, but she just couldn't like it. His smile was too fake, especially when Tang Bainian was also present. At that time, the contrast became even stronger, and her intuition told her that she was a hypocrite.

Mu Song's smile froze.

The uncle next to him sneered: "Sister, I said at the beginning that your wife is not good at marrying her. People who come from the country are from the country. They don't know any etiquette. They reach out and ask for their contact information. I think she is also serious. I can’t find any good hotels, so I might as well not hold this banquet today, it’s really a shame.”