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

Yang Qingheng's eyebrows twitched: "Where, take me there."

in the hallway.

The two were in a stalemate, and the old lady was so anxious that one of them was a young youngster she liked, and the other was the only son of the Ming family. If something happened to either of them, she would offend someone!

Naihe called several people but they were unwilling to go up to break up the fight. He gritted his teeth and rushed forward with all his strength.

"Mom." A hand behind her grabbed her shoulder.

Yang Qingheng looked at the fight between the two people with cold eyes, and whispered a few words with her red lips: "Have you beaten enough?"

The woman's voice could almost be ignored in the noise, but what shocked everyone was that Song Hengjue actually stopped and subconsciously looked over.

Mingyu's eyes turned red and he punched him in the face. He glared at him with hatred and snatched his son back.

This damn kid didn't realize the seriousness of the matter yet. He waved his hands randomly and his innocent laughter echoed in the corridor.

"If you came here to fight, you are not welcome here, please go back." Yang Qingheng carefully checked Xixi in Mingyu's arms twice, and then he breathed a sigh of relief when he found that there was no injury. Then he went straight to the top of his head and said boredly towards Song Hengjue.

The merciless words shocked everyone. Even Mu Huihe looked at Song Hengjue worriedly.

Unexpectedly, the man did not show any humiliation and anger at being scolded in public. Instead, he lowered his eyes slightly and looked at Yang Qingheng opposite with guilty eyes.

He wiped away the blood on his face with his backhand, and the tall man of about [-] meters looked a little out of place... pitiful?

No matter how arrogant the guests were, they still felt that something was wrong.

Zhou Shuwen smoothed things over: "Today is Huihe's birthday. It's a happy day. I don't know if there is any misunderstanding between you two young people. I'll save it for later. To give the old lady face, let's not make trouble for now." After saying that, she still took the time. He glared at Song Hengjue from a direction that no one could see.

You damn boy, you know that nothing good will happen if you see him.

Mu Huihe was also tired of the sudden changes. She nodded and told the waiter next to her: "Hurry up and take Mr. Ming and Heng Jue to deal with the wounds."

They said they were taking two people to deal with the wounds, but in fact, only Song Hengjue was injured. Because he was holding the child in his arms, he never fought back hard, but instead received several punches from Mingyu.

"Everyone is laughing. Don't take it to heart about small things. It's time to eat and have fun." Zhou Shuwen greeted the guests to the banquet hall.

"Sorry for the poor hospitality." Yang Qingheng was embarrassed and helped Mu Huihe to go outside.

Song Hengjue stood in the corner, his eyes looking at Yang Qingheng from time to time. Unfortunately, the woman did not even look at him until she disappeared at the end of the corridor.

"Mr. Song?" the waiter reminded.

Song Hengjue came back to his senses and followed him towards the guest room.

The cotton ball pressed against his face, causing him to grimace in pain and take several breaths of cold air.

"You tell me, what are you doing wrong? Taking someone else's child to hug, it's weird if they don't beat you." Fang Nan only found out about this after hearing what others said, and he smiled happily while leaning on the cabinet nearby.

"No one will think you are mute if you don't speak." Song Hengjue stopped pressing the cotton ball and took the time to glance at him.

I also knew that I had misunderstood just now, and I felt a little embarrassed afterwards.

"I wish you were mute!" A sneer came from outside, and Yang Qingheng opened the door and came in, her face so dark that water dripped from her face.

Sometimes I really want to pry open this idiot's brain and see what's inside.

Let Mingyu's child call him daddy, but this idiot can think of it.

Song Hengjue's hand shook, and the cotton ball fell to the ground. He didn't even know where to put his hand, and he was as embarrassed as a kid who made a mistake in kindergarten.

Fang Nan looked at Yang Qingheng's cold face, shrank his neck, turned around and went out with great discernment, and thoughtfully closed the door to the guest room for them.

"Song Hengjue, you are born to cause trouble for others, right? After applying your medicine, get out of here." Yang Qingheng was going crazy because of this banquet. He was so busy that his ears were steaming. Now look at Song Hengjue. Not pleasing to the eye anywhere.

Song Hengjue pursed her lips and looked at her with burning eyes. She looked a bit cute from the way her hair was blowing, and the corners of her lips could not help but tilt up.

I thought that after the banquet was over, I would have to go back to Hainan Province. The country of China was so big and they were so far apart. I didn’t know if they would have another chance to meet each other in this life.

The light in his eyes dimmed, and the corners of his mouth that he had just looked at fell down again.

However, the flashing smile was still accurately captured by Yang Qingheng.

Her lungs were about to burst with anger: "You idiot, how dare you laugh at me! Get out of here, you don't have to wait until the party is over, get out now!"

"Oh." Song Hengjue was shaken by the slap, and his conditioned reflex jumped up suddenly. The wounds on his body were involved, and his complexion changed slightly in pain, and the corners of his eyes became sore and turned a little red.

As if I could shed tears.

Yang Qingheng looked at his inexplicably pitiful face, pursed her lips, and couldn't slap her with her second hand in the air. She glared at him, opened the door and went out.

He happened to bump into Tang Bainian who was about to open the door and come in.

"Mom is looking for you. I'll come and call you." Tang Bainian put his arms around her waist, glanced at Song Hengjue with a warning look, reached out and closed the door, cruelly cutting off his burning sight.

"Then let's go out quickly." Yang Qingheng nodded and took his forearm. The curvature of his face was as perfect as a ruler. Looking from a distance, it turned out to be a beautiful scene of a loving couple.

As soon as I got closer, I saw Mu Xiaoxiao pestering the old lady. I was so anxious that I kept shaking her hand: "Mom, you said you would introduce me to good-looking friends. Where are the people?"

Zhou Shuwen and Yang Qingheng who came over looked at each other, and both of them were silent for a moment.

"Mr. Song said he was feeling unwell and has left. I checked it out for you. You won't like this type at first glance. But if you want to meet, you can ask mom to make an appointment for you next time." Yang Qingheng pulled him over. her hands.

Mu Xiaoxiao looked at her sister-in-law's innocent expression, confused and slightly shocked. It was rare to see her sister-in-law showing such obvious dislike to a person. Could this Mr. Song be some scumbag criminal?

I honestly didn’t ask any more questions.

"You're not asking Mingyu to fight, right?" Mu Huihe's heart skipped a beat, for fear of causing trouble.

"That's not the case. I went to see him. It's a minor injury. He probably feels bad after being beaten. Let him deal with his grievances on his own. Mom, don't worry too much."

Mu Huihe nodded, but no matter how smart he was, he could still see the subtle atmosphere between his wife and Song Hengjue, and tentatively asked.

A waiter ran over and whispered to Yang Qingheng: "Mrs. Tang, this is given to you by a gentleman." Then he stuffed an envelope into Yang Qingheng's hand.

Yang Qingheng raised his eyebrows and frowned when he saw Song Hengjue's name: "He's gone?"

"He left after you left, looking at the rush." ​​The waiter said.

Yang Qingheng nodded, feeling that this person was simply inexplicable.

"Qingheng, who gave it to you?" Mu Huihe asked casually, and Tang Bainian's expression darkened for a second.

"A friend, I have something to do. I will leave for a few minutes. If you have anything, come to me on the balcony." Yang Qingheng said goodbye. As soon as he left the crowd, he couldn't help opening the envelope and pulled out several familiar transfer letters. But this time the land was donated to a welfare home.

[Yang Qingheng, I returned to Hainan. I know you hate me. I will never appear in front of you again. I hope you live well. Please accept this money. It doesn’t matter if you don’t need it. Donate to the children in the orphanage for me as my penance. 】