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

A few hundred dollars would allow him to provoke Yang Qingheng, the god of plague. He is not mentally retarded.

Yang Qingheng had no idea about the farce at Song Hengjue's house, otherwise he would have ridiculed Song Hengjue.

Early the next morning, I went straight to the hotel with full gear.

Sure enough, when he pushed open the box, he saw Pan Zhen and his son, as well as Song Hengjue next to them.

"Come here." The man stood up and patted the sofa next to him.

Yang Qingheng looked him up and down, always feeling that something was not quite right, but couldn't pinpoint it.

"I know that Miss Xu is from Hainan and is not used to the food in our capital, so I specially asked a famous old chef to make you some specialties from her hometown. Miss Xu, do you want to try it?" Pan Zhenmou tried his best to please her. .

Yang Qingheng raised his eyebrows, glanced at the food in front of him, and said impatiently: "Since we are here to discuss cooperation, don't waste my time and just sign."

Pan Zhen said.

Song Hengjue nodded, took the document prepared by Pan Zhen, and read it carefully twice before signing his name.

On the side, Pan Zhen looked at the two contracts in front of him and was so excited that he turned red, especially after seeing Yang Qingheng's contract.

Thousands of tons, he had never seen such a large order.

Yang Qingheng raised his eyebrows: "Mr. Pan, maybe he thinks the price I offered is too low. If that's the case, then I..."

Stand up.

Pan Zhen's tiger body trembled, and he quickly stopped her, shaking his head repeatedly, no, no, of course not, I will sign it right away.

He hurriedly signed his name, fearing that she would regret it if she disagreed.

Hooked.

The corners of Yang Qingheng's lips under the mask were slightly raised, and she looked at the man beside her.

Song Hengjue's hand shook and the tea cup in his hand clattered. The contract on the table got wet. He quickly straightened the cup and faced Pan Zhen across from him with embarrassment: "Both contracts are wet. Mr. Pan, let's make an appointment another day." Time to re-sign.”

"Okay, okay, come according to your time." Pan Zhen was dazzled by Yang Qingheng's thousands of tons of metal. Song Hengjue's hundreds of tons were nothing in his eyes. He waved his hand and didn't care.

Yang Qingheng's lips curled up slightly, and she picked up her handbag: "I have a few things to do today, so I'll leave first. It's a pleasure to work with you, Mr. Pan."

"Have a good time, Miss Xu, I'll see you off." Pan Zhen rubbed his hands and smiled flatteringly.

"No, it's fine if Mr. Song sees him off." Yang Qingheng shook his head and glanced at Song Hengjue.

Pan Zhen thought it was a young couple who wanted to be alone, so he agreed repeatedly.

The two of them had just left the hotel and closed the car door. Yang Qingheng hurriedly took off the cotton-padded clothes and the mask on his face, took a deep breath of cold air, and felt comfortable all over.

It really suffocated her to death.

Song Hengjue laughed and joked: "Young lady from Hainan Province, how did I perform today?"

"It's okay." Yang Qingheng smiled, looking at the contract in front of him, the more he looked at it, the more satisfied he became.

Qiao Xihe had caused her to lose more than [-] yuan, so she would cut her off.

Song Hengjue stretched out his hand and slowly grabbed her contract, his Adam's apple rolling: "I helped you a lot, don't you have anything to thank me for?"

The sharp-jointed fingers pressed against the contract, and the purple blood vessels bulged slightly on the back of the white hand, giving it an inexplicable erotic flavor.

Yang Qingheng was silent for a moment and looked up at him.

Hooked.

Song Hengjue was ecstatic in his heart, his Adam's apple rolled, and he was about to take another step forward when a woman's hesitant voice came to his ears: "...Song Hengjue, are you not cold?"

Yang Qingheng finally understood why this man didn't look right at all today. Others were wearing cotton-padded jackets or mink, but he was wearing a suit with two buttons unbuttoned at the collar. The collarbone was dangling in front of her eyes, which was almost like They are not in the same season.

Song Hengjue's face froze: "What did you say?" as if he didn't want to believe his ears.

With such a living body right in front of her eyes, wouldn't she be greedy? Doesn't she want to touch it?

"I said, aren't you cold?" Yang Qingheng looked at him with disdain and didn't want to talk to him. He was deaf at a young age. Why did this person go back to his old age?

Song Hengjue heard clearly now. He turned his back and looked at the cold outside, blowing the snow particles on the ground. He felt that his heart was also cold and broken to the ground.

Too depressed to talk.

I touched my face and looked at the reflection in the window, feeling increasingly unsure.

Could it be that his appearance has declined because he hasn't slept well during this period? Or maybe Yang Qingheng, a woman, has changed her aesthetics?

Thinking of the possibility behind, his heart sank.

Fang Nan looked through the rearview mirror at the indifferent Yang Qingheng and Song Hengjue who wanted to get into the window, and almost laughed out loud.

Damn it, I didn’t expect him to be here today!

He let out a fierce breath and cast an appreciative look at Yang Qingheng.

However, he didn't feel proud for a few seconds. It involved the injury on his face that Song Hengjue had sustained last night. The smile froze on his face and he took a deep breath.

Before they reached the yard, they saw Yao Ying standing on tiptoes outside the yard and looking this way from a distance.

Watching Song Hengjue and Fang Nan get off the car, he breathed a sigh of relief when he saw Yang Qingheng.

"We're here, come in, the soup is ready."

Yang Qingheng took a step forward and put her arm on Yao Ying's arm: "Auntie, happy birthday."

"Hey! Hey!" Yao Ying was surprised.

It was a warm meal, and they deliberately avoided the divorce between the two. However, after the meal, Yang Qingheng's mood was not so beautiful.

Looking at the tree branches blown by the wind outside, I suddenly felt a little regretful.

"With such a strong wind, people will be blown away when they go out. Your driver probably won't be able to pick you up. Otherwise, you can stay at home for one night." Yao Ying thought that Yang Qingheng was trapped here for her birthday. , a little guilty, but the thought of staying with her for one night made me feel inexplicably happy.

Song Hengjue coughed dryly and said considerately: "Yes, I asked my aunt to clean up two guest rooms. You can move in first. It's windy outside and it's too dangerous."