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

[He...he has a good face, a good waist, and most importantly...]

[The Cowherds outside are very expensive, but this one at my house is cheap and easy to use! 】

This...can be considered a kind of affirmation.

Song Hengjue touched his chin, feeling finally confident.

He looks much better than that old man Tang Bainian. I don’t believe that this pervert Yang Qingheng won’t be fooled!

Oh man.

Mo Yao rolled his eyes in his heart, but there was an excited look on his face. He slapped the table and encouraged her wildly, as if she was the one chasing the woman: "Mr. Song, I think you are such a big boss and can lead our company." With such a good development, your friend must have good taste. The girl he likes must be one in a million... No! She is simply the best girl in the world. She must also have the best taste. See your friend clearly I will definitely choose you as my friend after showing my sincerity! Your friend will definitely be able to embrace the beautiful girl!"

The passage was so passionate that Song Hengjue was so excited that the blood all over his body was boiling. He almost thought that he had been attracted by Yang Qingheng.

Then a group of secretaries in the office watched helplessly as their usually dignified and steady boss suddenly stood up, pacing back and forth with his hands behind his back, his face flushed with excitement.

Mo Yao:......

Fang Nan:......

Everyone: Mr. Song, you have lost your face.

Song Hengjue was still immersed in his own emotions and was not aware of the strange looks from everyone. He waved his hand and said, "You have done a good job in today's task. Fang Nan, everyone's salary will be increased by [-]% this month!"

Mo Yao was so excited that he jumped up from his chair. After getting rich, his flattery became a whole new level: "Mr. Song, I wish your friend a happy marriage, a son and a long life together, and defeat the shameless cheating man!"

The other secretaries rubbed their hands together as if they had been injected with chicken blood: "Down with the shameless cheating man!"

The male secretary hesitated for a few seconds and then echoed: "I wish your friend will get a boy in one fell swoop, two in three years and three in five years."

There was an eerie silence.

Song Hengjue's face suddenly darkened, and he looked him up and down: "Who recruited you?"

No matter how slow he was, the male secretary knew that he had been slapped on the horse's leg. His face turned pale and his words were incoherent: "I...I...Mr. Song is sorry." Until Fang Nan kicked him out, he looked confused and didn't know what he was doing. Where did I offend the boss?

Glancing at the group of women inside, I suddenly realized what they were doing, and I just felt extremely ridiculed.

As expected, women are still easy to mess with in the workplace. As long as they dress up beautifully, they can win the favor of their bosses.

A group of women were immersed in the joy of getting a raise, so they had no time to pay attention to his emotions. After thanking Song Hengjue, they seemed to have received some kind of chicken blood. Their waists were no longer sore, their heads were no longer aching, and they no longer needed to go to the toilet. Yes, I am determined to work hard today.

"Your name is Mo Yao, right?" Song Hengjue said suddenly.

Mo Yao quickly turned around and smiled professionally: "Yes, Mr. Song, do you have any other orders?"

"That's not the case." Song Hengjue raised his eyes and nodded appreciatively at her, "The secretary-general resigned two days ago. Now that the position is vacant, I will let you take over temporarily."

Mo Yao was in a daze until the moment he walked out of the office.

She...she became the secretary-general? !

Just because you encouraged your boss to become a mistress?

Mo Yao was in a complicated mood and slapped himself with his backhand.

孽 孽!

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restaurant.

Yang Qingheng stretched out his hand to hold Xixi in his arms and squeezed his little feet, making the child babble and kick his feet.

"It's going to be Xixi's New Year's Eve party soon. Where do you plan to hold it?"

"It's better to do it in the old house. The place is big. It's more convenient to do it at home than outside. It can take care of everything," Cheng Shu said. "I will write the invitation in two days."

"Have you calculated how many people are invited? Are the shareholders and partners of your company invited?" Yang Qingheng asked.

"Of course I want to invite you. The old man told the old lady that they were not satisfied with the child's full-month banquet. This year-old banquet will be a big one." Cheng Shu nodded.

Before he finished speaking, Mingyu who was on the side was making faces to amuse his son. When he heard this sentence, his face turned black as a conditioned reflex: "Don't send invitations to that bitch Song Hengjue's company!"

"What kind of temper do you have? Song Hengjue even came to your door with gifts to apologize. It was originally a misunderstanding. Maybe my family's company will cooperate with you in the future. What can you do if you spare him once?" Cheng Shu frowned.

The usually gentle man suddenly turned cold. Mingyu was stunned for a second, feeling aggrieved. He gritted his teeth and insisted: "We just can't invite that psychopath Song Hengjue!"

"That doesn't make sense to you." Cheng Shu was too lazy to argue with him. She would discuss it with the old man, and it would be a waste of time to talk to him too much.

Mingyu snorted coldly and turned to tease his son, but looking at the little face in front of him, he felt more and more aggrieved. He pinched his little face and said fiercely: "Damn boy, you won't really call that bitch man Are you dad?"

Xixi didn't understand and kept babbling, but the more Mingyu looked at it, the more he thought it was possible.

He went in to soak the milk for so long, that bitch Song Hengjue might have succeeded!

damned! The hatred for the son is irreconcilable!

Seeing the ever-changing expressions of the man in front of him, who wanted to kill Song Hengjue, Yang Qingheng burst into laughter.

"You're still laughing, you're still laughing!" Mingyu was furious and his teeth were itching with anger, "Sooner or later you will be punished for being so wicked, and when your family's baby is born, that man Song Hengjue will trick you into calling him daddy, no, grandpa. "

Cheng Shu was speechless. She raised her eyes and glanced at Yang Qingheng opposite, then at the stupid man in her family. She cursed in her heart. If this happened, Tang Bainian would cry.

Boxiang Building.

Song Hengjue sneezed loudly and frowned.

What nonsense is talking bad about him again?

Then he straightened his tie in the mirror, looked back at Fang Nan, put his fist to his lips, coughed dryly, and pretended to be calm with his ears burning: "How do you think I'm wearing this today?"

Fang Nan raised his eyes and looked at the pile of suits on the sofa next to him. The corner of his mouth twitched: "...what's the difference from the one you were wearing just now?"

"There is no difference, you can see clearly," Song Hengjue said angrily, pointing to the embroidery on the collar, "This one is dark blue, the one just now was dark green, they are the same, you don't have eyes!"

"Ah, yes, yes, there is a difference." Fang Nan rolled his eyes inwardly. Does this idiot know what is being spread in the company recently?

The people below all said that my boss was like a peacock in heat. During today's morning meeting, so many people below were snickering at him, so he didn't see it at all, right?

If this continues, all the dignity he has left in the company will be lost!

Song Hengjue didn't care what he said. He hesitated for a few seconds, then took off his coat and shook his head to himself: "No, no, no, this looks too stable. How is it different from the cheating man? I want that woman to spot me at a glance." Younger than that bitch!"

He made a call: "Mo Yao, come in with another batch of clothes. If you want to look young, look like a star."

"Replace it?!" Mo Yao shouted, realizing that the person opposite was his boss, he laughed and quickly agreed, "I also think this batch is not good enough. Don't worry, I will ask the designer to make a new batch right away."

Song Hengjue nodded with satisfaction.

Fang Nan, who was next to him, couldn't stand it any longer: "I'm not telling you, it's been a few days and you're not working?"

Song Hengjue turned a deaf ear and took out his phone to look at it a few times. He didn't see the phone he wanted to look at, so he pursed his lips and threw it aside.

At the same time, the door was knocked from outside.

Song Hengjue hurriedly opened the door and hid the mountain of clothes in the lounge. He returned to his previous majestic appearance and said quietly: "Come in."

Fang Nan:......

The secretary came in cautiously: "Miss Qiao just called and invited you to discuss cooperation. Look..."

"I don't know, so I declined." Song Hengjue glanced at the invitation and threw it on the table.

Fang Nan clicked his tongue: "You still want people to turn around like you do, and you won't even remember them."

Song Hengjue's hand suddenly paused, and he finally matched the name with Yang Qingheng's incident. A dark light flashed in his dark eyes, and he called to the secretary who was about to go out: "Wait, tell her, I'm going over now, go prepare my car now." .”