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

"Mr. Song, why are you here? Don't worry, I will catch this little devil and take him to the police station now!" The driver didn't notice the difference in the atmosphere. He turned around and saw Song Hengjue, and he showed his loyalty without stopping.

"There is a wrongdoer and a debtor. I was hired by someone else. If you have the ability, you can find someone else. Why arrest me?" The man was a dazed young man. When he heard that he was going to the police station, he became anxious and struggled desperately.

The driver became angry instantly and slapped him on the head: "What the hell are you talking about? Our boss is so generous. He will take a detour if he sees ants while walking. How can there be enemies? Don't just spread rumors here with your empty teeth." "While cursing, I also flattered him a lot.

But he didn't notice that his boss's face was getting darker and darker.

Yang Qingheng laughed out loud and looked at Song Hengjue mockingly: "Mr. Song, people are praising you, why don't you respond."

At the same time, the little devil finally lost his composure and shouted: "Who said your boss has no rival? It was a man named Fang Nan who asked me to come here. You must have done something immoral, otherwise how could you be punished?" People are plotting.”

Fang...Fang Nan? !

The driver heard clearly and almost choked to death on his saliva. He held his throat and coughed until his face turned red. He also knew that he had just done something to stab the boss in the back, so he cautiously raised his eyes and looked at him.

Yang Qingheng patted the kid on the shoulder and nodded appreciatively: "I think you are right, some people just like to do immoral things." After saying that, he looked at Song Hengjue meaningfully, always looking at the man. Jiandu looked back with a feeling of guilt and heat.

He snorted coldly, opened the door and got in the car.

Song Hengjue grabbed the car door handle with a quick stride and said shamelessly: "Yang Qingheng, in this winter, can you bear to leave me here without saving me?"

The man's nose turned slightly red from the cold, and two blushes appeared on his fair and handsome face. He didn't know whether it was embarrassment or the cold.

Yang Qingheng held his hands in front of his chest, condescendingly, and his expression was exactly like that of Song Hengjue three minutes ago: "It's not impossible to get on the bus. I have very low requirements."

"What's the request?" Song Hengjue tried his best to suppress the desire to sneeze.

Yang Qingheng touched his chin and imitated his tone just now: "Well, my car never carries strangers. If you call me grandma, I can think about it."

"Yang Qingheng, don't go too far!" Song Hengjue frowned.

In public, a group of people watched, if he really screamed, this old face would be gone!

"Oh, forget it, just freeze here by yourself. It's only [-] degrees below zero in the capital, so it won't kill anyone." Yang Qingheng raised an eyebrow and smiled, and pulled the car door hard.

Not to mention minus [-] degrees, even if it was minus [-] degrees today, this woman wouldn't want him to lose face here!

Song Hengjue was furious, turned around and walked towards the hotel.

Yang Qingheng looked at his back, shrugged, and slammed the car door: "Driver, drive."

As soon as he finished speaking, an angry roar sounded outside: "Grandma, grandma, okay, can you let me get in the car?"

Song Hengjue hurriedly opened the car door and got into the car, leaving the driver holding Leng Touqing. The two looked at each other with big eyes and small eyes. Without exception, they both saw the confusion in each other's eyes and looked stiffly in the direction of Song Hengjue. In the past, I only saw the back of an angry figure climbing into the car.

There was also a burst of laughter.

Song Hengjue's old face was burning red. He held his neck tightly and did not dare to look outside, for fear of seeing a familiar face.

"Tsk, man, you just can't be too arrogant," Yang Qingheng crossed her legs, propped her chin and raised her eyebrows at him, "You think so, Mr. Song?"

When he turned around, he saw only the stubborn back of the man's head, and he wanted to press the word "angry" on his forehead.

This made the driver in front of him look behind him again and again. He knew Boss Boxiang.

...When he first bought their mobile phone, he admired Song Hengjue, but he didn't expect that he would be like this.

The car slowly stopped outside the yard of Song Hengjue's house. The man snorted coldly, opened the door and got out of the car.

"It's such a cold day, why are you wearing so little?" Yao Ying, who was loosening the soil with a small hoe in the yard, heard the sound of the car, ran out and saw the two of them, greeting them with surprise on her face.

When Song Hengjue heard this, he sniffed and couldn't help but want to sneeze. The bitterness in his heart came out: "It's not her. It's winter. What's wrong? Take my clothes..."

Before he finished speaking, he saw Yao Ying passing him and running straight towards...Yang Qingheng behind him?

Yao Ying looked at the woman in front of her, her eyes full of heartache: "It's so cold that you still send him back. Look at his face, which is so cold that it's all red."

Song Hengjue's eyes darkened, and he was almost fainted by his mother's ability to tell lies.

Weird and angry: "She's cold? What's so cold about her? She's so hot that she's sweating!"

Two down jackets won’t kill her!

Yao Ying glanced at him lightly: "You can shut up if you don't know how to speak."

Facing Yang Qingheng, she changed her face again, rubbed her palms on her pants twice, wiped away all the dust, and then took her hand: "I just cooked some ginger wine glutinous rice balls, Qingheng come in and eat something warm." Let’s go again.”

"Auntie, forget it. Bainian is still at home waiting for me to go back for dinner. It's too late and he will worry again." Yang Qingheng patted the old lady's hand and still refused.

Yao Ying knew that he was alienating her, and disappointment flashed in his eyes. After a scene between mother-in-law and daughter-in-law, he didn't expect that he would now be like a stranger.

She knew that Yang Qingheng had a family now and it was not appropriate to be too close to them, but she was still unwilling to give up and hesitantly mentioned: "Qingheng, when you divorced Hengjue, you were in too hasty, and now it's been five years. , I haven’t had a proper meal with you yet. It’s my birthday tomorrow, do you have time?”

Yang Qingheng was stunned for a moment, and subconsciously wanted to refuse, but looking at the old lady in front of him with eyes full of expectation, he felt a little soft-hearted: "I'll go back and have a look. If I have time, I'll let you know in advance. Do you think this is okay?"

"Okay, okay. As the boss of such a big company, it's natural that you have to take care of your work." Upon hearing this, the old lady knew that the matter was half done. She agreed repeatedly and eagerly watched Yang Qingheng get into the car until the butt of the car was out of sight. , then turned around and headed into the yard.

He glanced at Song Hengjue from the corner of his eye and looked him up and down with disdain: "Wearing a small coat in the winter, which country did you learn to dress like this?"

Song Hengjue's mouth twitched, and just as he was about to answer, Fang Nan chuckled from beside him.

When the old lady entered the kitchen, Fang Nan grabbed him and stretched out a hand: "Give me money, give me money."

"What kind of money do you want?" Song Hengjue looked coldly and reached out to pick up the coat cover on the sofa beside him.

He was so cold.

Fang Nan accused with a black face: "No, big brother, you said you would give me two hundred yuan if you asked me to arrange for someone to puncture your tires. I gave him dozens of yuan. You are trying to burn bridges."

"How dare you say that!" Song Hengjue suddenly stood up, pressed the back of his neck, and banged his head twice, "You damn boy, I asked you to puncture the tires, but you puncture mine, and I will kill you, believe it or not!" "

Thinking of being insulted by Yang Qingheng in public just now, he wanted to beat this idiot to death.

Fang Nan was beaten like a quail, but he frowned and refused: "Just tell me if Yang Qingheng will send you back!"