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

Just as Qiao Xihe was about to come out to smooth things over, the man who was about to go out suddenly turned around, took out a handkerchief from somewhere, wiped it hard on Yang Qingheng's shoes twice, threw away the handkerchief as if to vent his anger, and stood up. Gritting his teeth: "Miss Xu, is this okay?"

There was a sense of revenge in Yang Qingheng's eyes. She glanced at him briefly and nodded: "Mr. Pan is very good at craftsmanship and very talented."

This didn't sound like a compliment, but it was obvious that the woman in front of him was in a good mood.

Pan Changshu was so angry that he clenched his teeth, but Pan Zhen breathed a sigh of relief, wiped the cold sweat from his head, and smiled flatteringly at Yang Qingheng: "Thank you, Miss Xu, for being so fond of Quan Zi. Miss Xu's accent doesn't sound like a local."

"Yes, I am from Haicheng," Yang Qingheng leaned back on the sofa, looking relaxed and calm, looking very impressive, "My family has some business overseas, and I am an only daughter. My father said that someone must inherit the family's money, so let me I'm going to come to the capital to test the waters first, and I want to start a technology company with three million, what do you think, Mr. Pan?"

"How much did you say?!" Pan Zhen's body trembled, he sat up straight and swallowed nervously.

Yang Qingheng touched her hair and said innocently, "Isn't three million not enough? Then how much more should Mr. Pan think should be added."

"Enough, of course it's enough!" Pan Zhen's cold sweat hadn't evaporated yet, and he was so excited that he was sweating again, "Miss Xu, I have been doing business in the capital for several years. If you don't understand something, you can ask me, and I will definitely All the hard work of dogs and horses.”

"Then I'll trouble you, Mr. Pan." Yang Qingheng raised his chin.

Song Hengjue looked at the woman lying in front of him without blinking, and the corner of his mouth twitched.

One dares to speak, one dares to believe.

"Ah, by the way, I heard that you are going to cooperate with Hengjue. He has a good vision. In this case, I, Mr. Pan, should also sign a cooperation with me. The monthly supply of metal is twice that of Hengjue. Why? Like?" Yang Qingheng's eyes flashed.

Song Hengjue didn't expect that she would do it herself. He was silent for a moment and suddenly regretted bringing her in just now.

Opportunity to receive credit -1

Pan was so shocked and happy that his mouth almost dropped: "Ms. Xu, thank you for looking up to me. Of course it's okay. We can sign the contract tomorrow."

"Okay, let's make an appointment at the Baihe Hotel tomorrow. Mr. Pan remember to sign the contract." Yang Qingheng nodded.

Immersed in the joy of a sudden windfall, the two men in front of them didn't realize anything was wrong.

Qiao Xihe felt a little weird, but didn't notice anything and finally closed his mouth.

Song Hengjue would never lie to anyone, and the person who could make him respect and please him so much should be someone with status.

After sending a few people away, Yang Qingheng pulled off the mask on his face in disgust. Just as he was about to take off his coat, when he saw the man shivering from the cold in front of him, he snorted in his heart and simply closed the zipper.

Song Hengjue was completely unaware and found the waiter: "Take all these away and give me the eight-treasure duck, Beijing roast duck, tremella soup, eggplant with soy sauce..."

There was a lot of clattering, and Yang Qingheng could tell that they were all her favorite dishes, but she didn't give any face to her. She stood up and waved her hand: "No, look at you, I can't eat it." After that, she looked towards Go to the front desk.

Mu Huihe liked the eight-treasure duck in this restaurant, so she happened to take one back to make the old man happy.

Song Hengjue was hurt by her disgusted tone, and strode after her. He hesitated for a few seconds, and a dark light flashed in his dark eyes.

He took out his mobile phone and dialed a number: "Prick the skull of Yang Qingheng's car, hurry up, right away."

"No, brother, I don't dare." Fang Nan shuddered and refused sternly.

According to how cruel that woman was, if she found out, she could be stripped naked and thrown into the street.

"Three hundred dollars."

Fang Nan rubbed his hands: "It's a trivial matter, I'll find someone to come over right away."

Song Hengjue smiled successfully, put half of his palms in his pockets, and walked leisurely in the direction of Yang Qingheng. He was in an unusually good mood.

However, as soon as he walked out of the hotel, his prototype appeared.

...so cold.

Others cast surprised glances.

It was freezing cold, and there were people wearing thinner clothes than the beggars outside begging for food.

Several front desk staff in the hotel also looked this way.

Song Hengjue's expression was stiff, he straightened his collar, pressed his trembling calves tightly, and strode towards Yang Qingheng to catch up.

From a distance, I saw a woman talking to the driver, her face not very good.

Become!

Song Hengjue smiled knowingly, straightened his collar, walked up with his hands behind his back, and frowned: "Is your car broken down? It will probably take a long time to repair it. It's freezing cold here. If you stay outside all the time, you'll freeze." My car is nearby, otherwise you can take my car first."

Yang Qingheng held his hands in front of his chest, looked him up and down, and said impatiently: "Song Hengjue, what do you want to do?"

"My requirements are very low." Song Hengjue thought she had really taken the bait. Feeling proud, he leaned against the car and pulled up his collar to reveal half of his collarbone. "I will send you back. You are not allowed to hide like before." Hold me."

"You have a big face." Yang Qingheng didn't expect that this person would really dare to make demands, and showed a bit of ridicule.

Song Hengjue smiled proudly: "What can I do? The only one who can help you here is me."

Yang Qingheng touched his chin and nodded, as if thinking about the feasibility of the matter.

The love career has made unprecedented progress. Song Hengjue couldn't suppress the smile on his lips. He pressed his fist to his lips and suppressed it tightly, for fear of letting Yang Qingheng in front of him notice it.

"It's indeed a good deal," Yang Qingheng slowly approached, and when the corners of Song Hengjue's eyes became wider and wider, she sneered, "But why should I agree to you?"

After saying that, the driver in the car slowly pulled the handbrake.

Song Hengjue was frightened and held Yang Qingheng's hand hard: "The wheels are broken, but you still dare to get in the car and risk your life?"

Yang Qingheng was confused and finally realized something was wrong: "How do you know that the wheel is broken? Did you pierce it?"

"How could I do such a wicked thing? I... I guess." He refused to let go.

Having lived with him for more than twenty years, Yang Qingheng knew what trick he wanted to play as soon as he raised his butt. She kicked him hard in the calf: "You bitch, your skin is itchy, right?"

Song Hengjue scratched his head and smashed the jar: "Do you have evidence to prove that I did it? Yang Qingheng, you are slandering, and now you are attacking me personally!"

When the driver heard what Song Hengjue said, he jumped out of the car in excitement: "You are spreading rumors. I have been guarding this car here. No one dares to pierce my car."

Yang Qingheng's request to him at the beginning was to check the car's equipment before getting in the car. If someone punctured the car's tires and he hadn't noticed it yet, wouldn't this be pointing at his nose and slandering him for having no professional ethics?

What if Yang Qingheng fired him out of anger?

Yang Qingheng raised his eyebrows, the atmosphere was tense.

Suddenly, an angry shout came from the side: "How dare you puncture my tire? Let's see how I teach you a lesson!"

Several people looked over there and saw who the two people who were arguing were, and they all fell silent for a moment.

Song Hengjue:......

There is something I don’t know whether to say or not.