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

Song Hengjue's face was knocked away, and his hand finally relaxed its strength and touched his face. There was still some residual redness in the corners of his eyes.

Yang Qingheng looked at him coldly: "What the hell is touching your face? All you can think about is touching your face, right? You didn't listen to my explanation! Just now, you were helping me remove the bugs from my hair! You didn't even touch it. Show me your face!"

Song Hengjue said nothing with a sullen face.

"Tell me if you have anything else to say. Damn it, I just fell in love with Gu Yi once, and you blame me every day! Are you sick?" Yang Qingheng laughed angrily.

Song Hengjue was silent, and even he didn't realize that the moment he heard these words, the anger in his heart actually dissipated inexplicably.

Yang Qingheng asked aggressively: "Is there any more?"

"No." Song Hengjue pursed her lips, her eyes dark.

A sound of footsteps came from outside. Yao Ying ran in from the outside with a face full of surprise. She took a look at the slap mark on Song Hengjue's face and became angry instantly.

He rushed over to tear Yang Qingheng's face apart: "Yang Qingheng, you bitch, you're going to beat him as soon as he comes back!"

Song Hengjue frowned and stopped her: "Mom, I'm hungry, can you cook me a bowl of noodles?"

"You still indulge her." Yao Ying was trembling with anger, and felt a little sour in her heart. It was not worth it for her son.

"Mom, I asked her to hit her." Song Hengjue had a headache.

Yang Qingheng received her mother-in-law's gaze, glanced at the slap marks on his face, and nodded hesitantly: "Couple love."

Yao Ying looked at this and that, then staggered and fell weakly against the wall, as if he heard something shocking.

Yang Qingheng coughed dryly and patted Song Hengjue's arm: "You just came back, go and rest first. I'll call you when the noodles are ready."

Song Hengjue nodded and went out.

Seeing that her mother-in-law was in a daze, she probably couldn't cook noodles, so Yang Qingheng simply kicked her out and cooked a pot of noodles by herself.

Tang Bainian came home in a daze and didn't know how to change his shoes when he opened the door. Zhou Shuwen reminded him twice before he realized what he was doing.

"Why are you so distracted? What are you thinking about?" Zhou Shuwen frowned and took a mop to clean the dirty floor.

Tang Bainian shook his head: "I didn't think about it. A new case came today."

"I know my job every day," Zhou Shuwen said with a glance, "How was that girl on the blind date today?"

As soon as she said this, Tang Bainian's expression froze instantly, he shook his head and said nothing.

Is there something wrong?

Zhou Shuwen had never seen such a disappointed expression on her nephew's face, so she gloated and said, "The girl doesn't like you? Or does the girl have someone she likes?"

Tang Bainian had a heart infarction, so he turned around and walked upstairs: "No."

It would be okay if people just looked down on him. What kind of thing is this today?

Zhou Shuwen had been eagerly looking for blind dates for him every day before, but was ruthlessly rejected by him every time. This time she was finally feeling proud.

He rejects people every day, but he never thought that he would be rejected one day.

This girl is amazing!

More interested in Yang Qingheng.

Song Hengjue walked into the main room and saw the empty bed. He paused, took a deep breath, and pushed open the door: "Yang Qingheng, why don't you put back what you brought in!"

Yang Qingheng was sleepy and jumped up when he yelled at him, her eyes evasive: "What did I do to you?"

He discovered that five hundred dollars disappeared? Or did you find out that she gave the money to Gu Yi?

"Don't pretend to me!" Song Hengjue gritted his teeth, "Where did you throw my quilt?"

Who else but her would do such a boring thing!

"Quilt?" Yang Qingheng breathed a sigh of relief, feeling baffled, and gave him a loud eye roll, "Why should I use your quilt? I'm not a pervert."

Song Hengjue was doubtful.

Yang Qingheng laughed angrily and raised three fingers: "I swear, your quilt was definitely not taken by me, otherwise I would be struck by lightning and die."

Only then did Song Hengjue look away.

Yang Qingheng saw the sneaky figure outside the door and suddenly sneered: "Mom, why are you so stupid when you walk at home?"

Song Hengjue suddenly turned around and looked at his mother's erratic eyes, not understanding anything yet.

He held his forehead helplessly: "Mom, what are you doing with my quilt?"

"I'm cold. I can't cover myself with the quilt I bought?" Yao Ying put her hands on her hips and said confidently.

Yang Qingheng was extremely sleepy and pushed Song Hengjue outside: "Okay, if you want to make a noise, go out and make a noise. Don't bother me sleeping."

"I don't do any work every day, but I go to bed early."

Yao Ying was so angry that she grabbed Song Hengjue's arm and dragged him outside the main room. She hated iron and said, "Tell me about you. I've come this far. Why don't you just go back to sleep? What are you calling her for?" "

Yang Qingheng, that shrew, was really just quarreling. She really threw her man's bedding into the main room. If someone came to the house, it would be an ugly scene. She might go out and spread rumors that the couple was not on good terms.

Yao Ying hasn't discovered yet that this time it was not Yang Qingheng who kicked her son out, but her son who no longer wanted to live, otherwise he would be angry to death by Song Hengjue's behavior.

Song Hengjue pinched the center of his eyebrows, his head hurting: "Okay, Mom, I can't tell her things clearly for a while, please give me the quilt."

"You idiot!" Yao Ying said angrily, "No, no, you want to sleep or not. I have locked the main room. If you don't go back, you will freeze here all night."

He slammed the door, not wanting to see his unfulfilled son at all.

Yang Qingheng has a bad temper, and Song Hengjue is a stupid boy with a bad head. If she wants to hold a big fat baby, she has to wait until the end of the year of the monkey.

I don’t know if I can hug him before he is buried. It’s really unfilial.

Regardless of how noisy the two people were outside, Yang Qingheng slept soundly. In the middle of the night, she felt a heater rolled into her bed, and her cold feet were instantly comforted.

But the energy is going over there.

Song Hengjue looked at the woman who was desperately pressing into his arms, took a deep breath, and carefully pushed her shoulders away.

"Don't bother!" A voice shouted in the middle of the night, followed by a loud slap.

Song Hengjue covered his face and was confused.

He pushed Yang Qingheng hard. If the woman hadn't moved at all, he would have thought she did it on purpose!

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It was rare for Yang Qingheng to have a comfortable sleep. Even the cassava porridge that he usually disliked felt slippery and especially sweet.

Yao Ying's eyes rolled around the two of them several times, and finally settled on her son's dark circles. She couldn't help but snicker, and pushed all the egg custard on the dining table in front of Yang Qingheng.

“It’s delicious, eat more, eat more.”

Showing courtesy for nothing is either cheating or stealing! What else is this old lady trying to do?

Yang Qingheng squinted her eyes. Before she could figure out the reason, her eyes were attracted by the tiredness on Song Hengjue's face, and she was surprised: "Song Hengjue, what's wrong with your face?"

It was red and swollen. She remembered that she had slapped the right side of her face yesterday. How could the slap mark still reproduce?

"Don't donate that bad mouth of yours."

Song Hengjue looked up at her with a gloomy expression, which made Yang Qingheng feel a chill on his neck.

The smell of gunpowder was strong on the dining table. Yao Ying frowned and laughed: "Tsk, why are you talking about what was said in your room? You are not ashamed."

Song Hengjue snorted coldly, glanced at Yang Qingheng lightly, put down the bowl and left.

Yang Qingheng was left with an innocent face.

Just after breakfast, there was a loud noise and a group of people swarmed in.

The village chief's wife grabbed Li Jiaoyan's arm and kicked over the chairs in the yard.

"Yang Qingheng, you shameless person, get out of here!"

Yang Qingheng wiped the water stains from the corners of his mouth with a handkerchief, and then walked outside slowly.

"It's so noisy so early in the morning. What kind of rules have I broken?"

"How dare you say that!" The village chief's wife pointed at her nose, "You are a flirtatious, cheap girl, and you actually seduced our charming girl."

Yang Qingheng looked at her lightly and said calmly: "Who did I seduce?"

"Of course she seduced our charming blind date!" If there weren't so many people, the village chief's wife still had to protect her own image. She wished she could rush up and beat this little bitch right now.