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

Song Hengjue glanced at the direction of the third floor, lifted up his pants, and started to climb up while grabbing the water pipe.

His pants were suddenly pulled from behind and his heart stopped. When he turned around and saw Fang Nan, he breathed a sigh of relief. His heart was still beating fast and he glared at him angrily.

"You can scare people to death, do you know that?"

Fang Nan sneered: "You are so cowardly that you still imitate someone else's affair."

Song Hengjue shook off his hand and glared at him: "What are you doing here? Get out of here."

He stood up and climbed up.

Fang Nan grabbed his pants tightly and said with a cold face: "Song Hengjue, don't go crazy. She has a husband now, a mother-in-law, and someone to take care of her. You are an ex-husband with an unfair reputation. Why are you here."

"Husband? That turtle grandson of Tang Bainian wishes Yang Qingheng was dead so that he and his little lover can sleep together and fly together!" Song Hengjue clenched his fists and his head turned white with anger.

"You want to be a desperate mandarin duck with someone, but they still think you are an eyesore. Do you think that Yang Qingheng's woman will accept your favor if you go to her? People will only think that you are a shameless licking dog." Fang Nan hates the fact that iron cannot become steel.

I have to say that he analyzed Yang Qingheng's temper very thoroughly.

Even he knew this truth, how could Song Hengjue not know it? After he finished speaking, he was strangely silent for a moment, and subconsciously glanced in the direction of the upstairs.

Fang Nan thought that his words were useful, so he kept trying: "Song Hengjue, think about it, what will happen to Aunt Yao if you are infected? Yang Qingheng has a family, and someone will take care of her if she is sick. If you get sick, who will take care of you?" Are you asking Aunt Yao, a seventy-year-old to take care of you?"

He punched her in the chest hard: "Okay, come back with me quickly. I'll find someone to inquire about Yang Qingheng's matter when I get back."

Unexpectedly, the man in front of him was silent for a moment, shook his head, and stubbornly looked in the direction of the upstairs: "."

In the dark room, no one even turned on the light for her.

When he thought of Yang Qingheng lying on it alone, he felt frightened.

It seemed like everything in the dream had become reality.

He couldn't imagine how Yang Qingheng felt in her previous life when she knew her time was running out, waiting for her life to pass away alone in a cold ward. All her panic moments were lonely, without relatives, not even him. My husband, who has been with me for most of his life, didn't notice anything strange.

After reviving her life, she was full of expectations and wanted to start over with him, but all he gave her was betrayal and indifference.

Song Hengjue choked on the cold air in his lungs, making his nose sore.

Fang Nan was startled by his red eyes. He took two steps back, hurriedly speaking incoherently: "Hey...hey, if you want to go up, just go up. Don't cry!"

A big man crying, it's scary.

"Are you blind? Why am I crying? Have you never seen trachoma?" Song Hengjue looked coldly, but his red eyes were not even remotely intimidating.

"Okay, okay, trachoma," Fang Nan felt a little sad for no reason. He sighed, took out two masks and a bottle of disinfectant water from his pocket, and threw them into his arms, "Take care of yourself. If you go up today, don't come back tomorrow. Company, especially!”

He said righteously: "Don't come to me."

"Am I that kind of person?" Song Hengjue sneered, casually put a mask on his face, lifted it with his hands, and climbed towards the third floor.

He climbed over to the balcony of Yang Qingheng's bedroom. The room was quiet and there was no light. He opened the window twice, but it didn't open.

It was tightly closed, and no fresh air could get through. He didn't need to think about it to know how stuffy the woman was inside.

This bitch Tang Bainian really has no humanity at all.

Clenching his teeth, he exerted force with his elbows, and the lock on the window opened with a sound.

He turned over and jumped in. It was quiet, the quilt was spread flatly on the bed, and there was no trace of a person anywhere.

Song Hengjue pursed her lips, flipped through several rooms, and finally decided.

The woman Yang Qingheng was not in this house at all, and she didn't know where she went.

My heart skipped a beat as I crawled down the water pipe, and my feet finally touched the ground.

After climbing up and down for nearly an hour, his lungs were like broken bellows, breathing in cold air.

"Still not found?" Fang Nan sat on the grass and got up.

Song Hengjue shook his head: "I don't know where Tang Bainian sent her." He was afraid of infection, so he sent his wife to live outside. What a good scumbag Tang Bainian was!

Fang Nan slowly breathed a sigh of relief. It's good that he didn't see it. It's good that he didn't see it.

He patted Song Hengjue on the shoulder: "Now I can go back willingly."

Song Hengjue was immersed in his own thoughts and did not speak.

Fang Nan frowned and reminded, "Can you breathe softer?"

I knew he was very tired, but with the way he was panting, if Tang Bainian was nearby, he would definitely catch them all.

"Huh? When did I gasp?" Song Hengjue looked at him strangely.

The two looked at each other, realized something, swallowed nervously, and turned back suddenly.

Meet a pair of green eyes.

Song Hengjue:......