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

The man and woman who kidnapped her in the bathroom.

"Hey, who hired you here?" Yang Qingheng looked up.

"Oh, this time I met someone who is not afraid of death," the man joked, patting the side of Yang Qingheng's face with his rough hands. The humidity carried a smell of sweat, which made Yang Qingheng feel nauseated. "I'm not afraid to tell you, since you If you were nosy and intercepted my order, you should pay a price."

Fellow trafficker?

Yang Qingheng squinted her eyes and looked at the two of them for a few seconds: "Brother, you do so many things just to make money. I have a lot of money. If you sell me for not much money, let me go." It’s no problem if I give you one hundred and eighty thousand, but it’s not worth the price if you sell it to me.”

The young woman turned to look at the man, her eyes clearly a little tempted.

But the man gave her a cold look, pushed her away, squatted down and pinched Yang Qingheng's chin, and took out a bottle of pills from his pocket.

Sneered: "Put away your little money, my brother's life is not something that can be offset by [-] yuan. I want you, a bitch, to stay in the mountains for the rest of your life and your life will be worse than death."

Yang Qingheng was panicking and gritted his teeth.

The man pressed hard twice but failed to push the pill in. His eyes were fierce and his knee suddenly pushed towards her stomach.

Yang Qingheng's eyes turned black from pain and his whole body twitched twice.

The man sneered, took two pills and roughly stuffed them into her mouth. He covered her lips with one hand and grabbed her hair with the other. He shook her violently a few times like he was holding goods. Yang Qingheng could even hear her own joints turning. sound.

He choked so hard that his eyes turned white, and the pill in his throat couldn't help but slide down his esophagus.

"You just have to play for a while, don't play to death, it won't be easy to deal with when the time comes." The woman said coldly to the man, walked out, and closed the door of the warehouse.

The man waved his hand impatiently.

The hot body pressed in front of her. At first, Yang Qingheng still had the consciousness to resist and did not let him get close. However, soon the medicine in her body took effect and her consciousness began to become drowsy.

Yang Qingheng's sense of crisis became more serious. She bit her tongue. The sharp pain allowed her to regain some clarity.

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"Did Yang Qingheng call you this afternoon?" Tang Bainian called Yang Qingheng several times but no one answered, and his heart sank with worry.

Rong Sun suddenly received a call late at night and was startled. She sat up and shook her head: "No, Qingheng hasn't called me since she went on a business trip. What happened?"

Tang Bainian shook his head: "I called her several times but no one answered. I'll have someone check it out later."

After explaining a few words, he hung up the phone.

Just as he picked up his coat and was about to go out, Mu Xiaoxiao rushed in from outside with a white face: "Brother, mom fainted and is in the hospital now."

Tang Bainian's expression changed, he picked up the car keys and rushed out: "Which hospital?"

Mu Xiaoxiao chased after her: "Central Hospital, Dad said she suddenly fainted after eating. We don't know what happened yet."

At the same time, the mobile phone rang, Tang Bainian answered the call, and Secretary Qian's voice came over: "Deputy Director, I asked about the hotel over there. Madam did check in at the hotel this afternoon, and stayed there all afternoon. In the hotel, I guess I was tired and wanted to rest there, maybe I fell asleep and didn’t see the phone.”

"I understand." Tang Bainian nodded and breathed a sigh of relief. He was thinking about the hospital and held the steering wheel tightly.

hotel.

Song Hengjue stood at the front desk holding his ID: "You said Yang Qingheng booked a room here and never left the room?"

"Yes, sir." The woman took the banknotes he handed over and nodded.

Song Hengjue frowned, feeling uneasy, and stuffed a few more bills into her hand: "Which room is it in? Let me go up and have a look."

The woman's eyes widened when she saw the thick wad of bills, and she became even more suspicious of the motives of the two men in front of her.

He gritted his teeth and returned the money: "Sir, it was unreasonable for me to tell you the lady's check-in information just now. I can't do such a thing."

If someone died, she would be an accomplice and the rest of her life would be ruined.

"I really know her. If you don't believe me, look at my ID!" Song Hengjue was anxious and took out the old marriage certificate from his pocket.

However, the front desk was not easy to fool. He took a closer look and became more and more suspicious: "Sir, you are divorced, and I can't let you go up there."

If she had any conflicts with her ex-wife and came to seek revenge, she couldn't bear the responsibility.

"Brother Heng, calm down," Fang Nan frowned, feeling that he was too excited, and advised him, "Yang Qingheng has already checked in, which means she has nothing to do. You are just relying on your feelings to make random suspicions, and she It would be weird if she didn’t scold you for following her after she knew you were here.”

"You know nothing!" Song Hengjue retorted.

It's winter now and it's raining. Yang Qingheng hates this kind of weather the most. He wants to run far away and get on the train to the south all night. How can he stay here for one night.

There is no talk of cooperation and no scenery to see, so what is she doing here?

Fang Nan was frightened by him and shut up.

Song Hengjue gritted his teeth, slammed the table, and angrily said to the front desk: "My wife has asthma. You also told me that she hasn't gone out all afternoon. If something happens to her inside, can you bear to see her die without saving her? What if you If you don’t believe me, you can ask the security guard to follow me up!”

The receptionist hesitated, thinking that this was a human life, relented, and nodded.

Ignoring the security guards behind him, Song Hengjue rushed upstairs and opened the door. The room was empty and the beds were neatly made. There was no sign of popularity, and his expression changed.

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Yang Qingheng's mouth tasted fishy and sweet, the taste of blood.

The man's breath had a stench that made her stomach churn.

Seeing that she had no strength to struggle, the man laughed proudly: "If you've been so good, it's over." He reached out and pulled off her coat.

Song Hengjue heard a woman's scream coming from inside, and his breath was suffocated. The hot blood all over his body rushed to the top of his head. He kicked open the door of the warehouse and saw the scene inside clearly, and his heart stopped for a moment.

He took off his coat and put his hood over Yang Qingheng's face.

In turn, he grabbed the man who was being held by the police and punched him in the face several times.

The sound of punches hitting flesh made people's teeth ache, but for a while no one stepped forward to stop him.

Yang Qingheng's mouth was full of blood, and the dying fish was breathing heavily with his mouth open. When he saw Song Hengjue's familiar face, his panic calmed down.

Song Hengjue's eyes turned red. The man on the ground was already breathing more out than in. The police were afraid that he would really beat the person to death, so they rushed to stop him.

"Qingheng." Song Hengjue dropped the man, rushed over and half-knelt in front of Yang Qingheng, lowered his head to look at her face, and reached out to hold her to comfort her, but when he looked at the injuries all over her body, he was as helpless as a child, for fear of being touched. Which wound has been reached.