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

Yang Qingheng's mind went blank. In the flash of lightning, he swooped down and slapped the hand hard.

The air was strangely silent for a moment, and Tang Bainian's hesitant voice came from outside: "...Yang Qingheng?"

Yang Qingheng clung to the door, digging her toes into the ground in embarrassment, and later realized her face was getting hot.

A disheveled man and woman, ex-husband and ex-wife, living in the same room.

Any one of them mentioned alone would make weird news. She couldn't imagine how much Tang Bainian's expression would have exploded if she accidentally let Tang Bainian outside see the man in the room.

"I...I haven't washed up yet. I'm sorry. I didn't mean to slap you." She explained.

"It's okay, mom and I will ask you to come downstairs for breakfast."

As soon as Tang Bainian finished speaking, Mu Huihe's voice unexpectedly sounded outside.

"The family is still so reserved," she knocked on the door, "I heard from Xiaoxiao that you had sprained your ankle while wearing high heels last night. I took the medicine and asked Bai Nian to rub it for you before he went to work. Be quick.”

The old man had already spoken. It was really disrespectful for her to keep the door closed like this. Yang Qingheng swallowed nervously and glanced at Song Hengjue.

The man got excited and got into the cabinet.

The door slammed open.

"Isn't this pretty?" Mu Huihe laughed and pushed her to sit down on the sofa.

Tang Bainian walked in with the medicine box, his eyes fixed on the half-open window, and his eyes flickered imperceptibly for a moment.

"The weather is cold now. It's easy to catch a cold if you don't close the windows at night." He mentioned lightly, heated the medicated oil in his hand and pressed it on Yang Qingheng's ankle. There was no fluctuation in his voice, as if he just said it casually, but Yang Qingheng But he was sweating all over, and even forgot about the pain in his feet. He subconsciously looked at Mu Huihe beside him.

Fortunately, the old lady didn't notice anything. She carefully picked up the quilt on the floor for her, patted it, frowned, did not put it back on the bed, and threw it into the dirty clothes basket aside: "This quilt smells of alcohol. Take advantage of it." Since the weather is nice today, let Auntie wash it for you."

He reached out to open the cabinet and take out a new bed.

Yang Qingheng's pupils were shaking and he screamed: "Don't move!"

Mu Huihe trembled with fright, looked at her in surprise, and stared at the cabinet with her dark eyes.

"That cabinet, that cabinet..." Yang Qingheng's brain was running rapidly, but for a while, he couldn't think of any reasonable explanation.

Tang Bainian took a deep look at her, chuckled and stood up: "Qingheng is very private, and all her underwear is stored inside. Usually I don't dare to touch her things. Mom, please don't reveal her secrets." Otherwise, she won’t dare to go downstairs to eat later.”

"I can't understand you young people." The old lady shook her head and went out carrying the quilt to be washed.

I think back then, Bainian's father could even help her wash her underwear. The couple were as good as one person, but now the young man talks about the sense of distance every day, which is really an eye-opener for this old lady.

If we sleep on the same bed, no matter how far apart we can get.

"After wiping it, you can go out." Yang Qingheng's eyes wandered for a moment, and he knew that this person must have noticed it, and his ears were red. "I'll change my clothes and go downstairs."

"Well, I'm going to see if your barley porridge is ready." Tang Bainian picked up the medicine box and took a deep look at the closet before leaving. A hint of cruelty flashed in his usually peaceful eyes.

Yang Qingheng promised vaguely, but as soon as he went out, she locked the door angrily, frowned and glared at the half face sticking out from the crack in the closet: "Why don't you come out quickly."

Song Hengjue patted his chest, not yet recovering from the thrill just now.

Yang Qingheng stretched her head out and took a look out the window. There was no one in the garden. She urged irritably: "Why don't you hurry up and wait for the old lady to whip you?"

As soon as he finished speaking, the old lady's voice sounded faintly outside, followed by the sound of the door lock creaking.

Song Hengjue jumped out of the window and disappeared without a trace.

Yang Qingheng was holding two quilts in her hands. Before she could throw them down, the veins on her forehead jumped. She was heartbroken. She stretched out her head to look and saw the man landing safely.

Cursing secretly in my mind, I picked up the pants and belt from the bottom of the bed and threw them down to him. I pointed in the direction of the house and made a cold-faced gesture of wiping my neck at him - if others see it, I will kill you.

Song Hengjue shrunk his neck, pulled off his pants on his head, and rushed behind as if to escape. As soon as he got out, he saw a car parked in the distance.

The car window lowered, revealing Fang Nan's face, waving to him excitedly: "Brother Heng!"

Damn boy, you still know how to deal with him, and the money you gave him is not in vain.

Song Hengjue looked at him with grateful and appreciative eyes like a savior, suddenly opened the car door, and looked into the eyes of the policeman inside.