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

A shameless bitch!

Qiao Xihe took a deep breath and said with a smile: "Mr. Shen, I sincerely request you. Please give me a price."

"Fifty thousand." Shen Rong was too lazy to beat around the bush and extended a slap.

"Fifty thousand?!" Qiao Xihe's expression changed. "Mr. Shen, this is a big deal. Don't push yourself too far. I think you also know my reputation in the capital."

It's an obvious threat. If he still wants to survive in the capital, he should be more honest. No matter how big a designer he is, he must abide by her rules on her territory!

Shen Rong sneered, stood up, and said condescendingly: "If Miss Qiao wants to use the same tactics to deal with others, I'm afraid it will be useless. I can come back from Yingguo, and naturally I can go back from here. Miss Qiao should know that I am here The design community still has some say.”

He doesn't know how many of Ying Guo's designers he knows. As long as he goes back and adds jealousy, I'm afraid it will be difficult for her to hire designers there in the future.

Qiao Xihe heard the man's threat and gritted her teeth with anger, but agreed.

Looking at the man's back, she slammed the pen on the table.

I feel so regretful that my intestines are green. What Yang Qingheng is looking for is not a designer, he is simply a hooligan!

It's just a hard grab!

If she had known this, she might as well have spent the money to hire an internationally renowned designer abroad.

I dialed another phone number backhand.

"Hello? Uncle?"

Pan Zhen received Qiao Xihe's call, and the smile in his eyes had not dissipated. He picked it up cheerfully: "Xihe, what do you want from your uncle?"

"The company's funds have been unable to operate recently. Uncle, please lend me one hundred thousand yuan first." Qiao Xihe said it as if it was as simple as eating and drinking.

Pan Zhen's face stiffened. He said it was a loan, but in fact he was asking for money in disguise and never paid it back. The bad thing was that they still relied on the power of the Qiao family and had no choice but to give money obediently.

But when he thought that Qiao Xihe had introduced Song Hengjue to him some time ago, and also got to know a wealthy businessman from Hainan Province, and that this time he could earn seven or eight hundred thousand at least, he felt much better and reluctantly nodded.

"Okay, I'll talk to the secretary later."

Boxiang Building.

Song Hengjue was lying on the sofa, his pupils dilated, looking at the ceiling, wondering what he was thinking.

Fang Nan knocked on the door, but the man didn't notice. He simply walked in: "Song Hengjue, it's been ten minutes since the meeting started. They are all waiting for you in the conference room. If you don't hurry up, those old guys will have opinions. .”

Only then did Song Hengjue weakly raise his head and glance at him before lying back down. He casually picked up the pillow next to him and covered his head: "What kind of meeting are you having? Let them disperse and don't leave."

"Tsk, you have stipulated that you have a morning meeting once a week." Fang Nan rolled her eyes. Seeing his half-dead look, she became angry, but helpless, she threw the pillow away from his face, "Song Hengjue, can you Be normal, she's just a woman, now you're making trouble, she doesn't want it, can you let her go, tell her what you want, I'll find you another one!"

Song Hengjue pouted, turned over, and a depressed voice came from under the sofa: "You single mother, you know nothing."

Fang Nan was choked, and she hit the back of his head with a few gestures. When Song Hengjue moved slightly, he felt guilty and took his hands back behind his back, not daring to express his anger.

"Did Yang Qingheng go to the company today?" Song Hengjue raised his head and looked at the top of the building in the distance.

Fang Nan shook his head, suddenly remembering what the person over there said just now, and said seriously: "No, but I got some information, and what Lotus Sun revealed seemed to be that she was sick, pneumonia or something, it was quite serious anyway. It’s still contagious, so I probably won’t go to the company for a long time.”

The man who was sluggish just now stood upright and even forgot to put on his shoes. After rushing out, he hurriedly came back to put on his shoes and glared at Fang Nan: "You didn't tell me earlier!"

Then he ran out of the office in a panic.

Fang Nan was shocked and shouted after him: "Song Hengjue, calm down and just take a look from a distance. I heard it's contagious."

There's a fart!

Song Hengjue's brain was deprived of oxygen and he was a little dazed. He hadn't gone to work for several days. He must have been sick for a few days. He only found out now.

I don't know how long it took, but the car finally stopped under the shade of a tree outside Tang Bainian's house.

Song Hengjue was silent, staring intently in the direction of the villa. Although he felt panicked and uncomfortable, he gritted his teeth and waited until night, when the villa was already hidden in darkness. Then he put out his cigarette and walked towards the back door of the villa. go.

The living room was brightly lit, and only two familiar voices could be heard. Song Hengjue could tell that it was Tang Bainian. When he saw the woman's face clearly, the veins on his forehead jumped twice, and the cruelty in his eyes seemed to become reality. , piercing the hearts of the two of them with thousands of arrows.

Yang Qingheng had pneumonia, and Tang Bainian, her husband, not only did not go up to take care of her, but instead stayed here with her lover and had shameless sex with her.

Thinking of Yang Qingheng being sick and uncomfortable in the house, and hearing the pitiful appearance of the two of them talking and laughing outside, his nose felt inexplicably sore.

If he could turn back time, he could not wait to go back to six years ago and slap himself twice.

He should never have insisted on divorcing her, otherwise she wouldn't have been brainwashed by Tang Bainian, a hypocrite.

I glanced at the direction upstairs, then climbed up the drainage pipe.

Mu Xiaoxiao noticed that her brother suddenly looked outside. Weirdly, she followed his gaze and saw only dark windows and no one outside. She felt terrified: "Brother, what are you looking at?"

"It's nothing. It's dark and there are mice. I'll go take a look. You can go to bed early after eating." Tang Bainian's eyes dimmed and he put down his chopsticks and walked upstairs.