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

Song Hengjue glanced at Yang Qingheng, put his fist on his lips, coughed and stood up, politely requesting: "Hello, I will buy you a berth. Do you think you can give me this seat?"

The big guy looked him up and down and rolled his eyes: "It's great to be rich. The most annoying thing is that you are a nouveau riche who always talks about money. Get out of here and stay away from my seat."

Song Hengjue pursed his lips, stood up, glanced at Yang Qingheng's side face subconsciously, reluctantly stood up with his cloth bag in his arms and walked towards his seat, looking back three times, having already scolded Fang Nan in his heart. all over.

These are crappy seats.

When he sat down, he could only see half of the back of Yang Qingheng's head from a distance, and the anger in his stomach became even stronger.

I am becoming more and more certain that that idiot Fang Nan did it on purpose!

At the same time, Fang Nan, who was driving towards the capital, sneezed hard and rubbed his nose with his backhand. He knew who the culprit was without even thinking.

The corners of his mouth curled up in success.

Damn capitalists, they let him stay out in the cold wind all night and then drove him back to the capital without a salary increase. He deserved to be unable to pursue women.

On the train.

Yang Qingheng felt the hot and angry eyes behind him, and pinched his eyebrows, which was a little funny.

It had been several hours, and he still didn't feel his eyes were tired.

He glanced at his watch and waved to the conductor not far away: "Hello, can you tell me what you have for lunch on the train?"

The conductor quickly pushed the dining car over and said enthusiastically, "There are white flour steamed buns, coarse grain steamed buns, polenta, braised pork, and green vegetables. You can see what you like."

After Yang Qingheng heard this, he was stunned: "Is there nothing else?"

The conductor smiled and shook his head.

"Then give me a braised pork, a green vegetable and a white steamed bun." Yang Qingheng hesitated for two seconds and nodded.

The strong man next to him casually ordered two thick noodle buns.

The food was brought out quickly. It was a square aluminum lunch box. When you opened it, you could find braised pork and vegetables. The steamed buns were wrapped in oil paper. They looked pretty good, but you didn't know how unpalatable they were until you entered the food.

The braised pork does not taste soft and glutinous, but rather woody. It is already a bit cold. The fat is coated in a thin layer on the surface and turns white.

Yang Qingheng felt his stomach churn after just one bite. He quickly closed his lunch box and ate the white-flour steamed buns he bought. Although it had no taste, he could still eat a little with hot water so that he wouldn't be empty.

"Hypocritical." The strong man next to him saw for the first time someone who disliked braised pork. He glanced sideways at Yang Qingheng and took a hard bite of the thick-faced steamed bun, with a hint of disgust on his face.

Having seen so many unqualified people, Yang Qingheng didn't bother to argue with him. She deliberately opened the lunch box and shook his eyes, but refused to eat, making the person jealous and her face even more ugly.

Yang Qingheng almost laughed out loud, but within just a few minutes, her smile froze on her face.

Because a strong aroma of food suddenly burst out from inside the carriage, forcefully intruding into her nostrils.

Looking along the scent, what caught my eye was Song Hengjue's sullen face.

Yang Qingheng: ...The steamed bun in his hand suddenly lost its flavor.

"Are you going to eat? Are you going to eat? Yang Qingheng, are you going to eat?" Song Hengjue put his fist against his chin, raised his lips and looked towards her. His mean look made people want to slap the white-flour bun in his hand on his face.

Yang Qingheng smiled stiffly, took a bite of the white steamed bun to vent her anger, and turned to look out the window.

... She endured it!

No, she really doesn’t want to eat?

Song Hengjue was stunned and slapped her several times with a fan. The fragrance in the box became even stronger, making everyone look at her angrily.

Especially the child at the next table cried as soon as he said "ouch".

"I don't care, I don't care, mom, I want to eat meat, aw aw aw..."

"You are worthless, don't be embarrassed, just shut up!" His mother slapped him on the head, her face was embarrassed, and she didn't dare to look at the crowd.

How could a child know how to be shameless? He rolled on the ground and screamed as soon as he lay down.

Yang Qingheng was so loud that his head hurt. Before he could take any measures, the strong man next to him became angry and slapped the table with a bang: "It's over!"

The boy on the ground was so frightened that he kept silent. The conductor hurriedly ran over to adjust the order and gave Song Hengjue some persuasion. Finally, the man honestly put the table full of fragrant food back into his pocket.

Being so excited by him, everyone couldn't eat the simple food on the train. When they arrived at the next stop, they picked up their luggage and ran downstairs to find something hot to satisfy their cravings.

The strong man came back with two bags of steamed dumplings and saw Yang Qingheng still sitting there. He pointed under the car and said, "If you don't go, the train will leave. I don't know when the next stop will be." He couldn't even eat the braised pork. I don’t believe this woman can keep chewing steamed buns.

He has no fortune and is full of squeamishness.

"You are quite enthusiastic." Yang Qingheng raised his eyes, and his eyes seemed to glance across Song Hengjue, and a dark light flashed in his eyes.

The strong man scratched the back of his head, his face feeling hot, but...why did this sound so wrong?

When it was time for the train to start, everyone who had just got off the train returned to their seats.

Song Hengjue was holding a bag of food and snacks, leaning against the car window and dozing off. Finally, when he saw Yang Qingheng waving to him, he jumped up and ran over.

Smiling proudly: "Why, regret it? You promised me something first."

"What's the matter? Please tell me carefully." Yang Qingheng stood up, walked to the aisle, and grabbed a corner of the cloth bag.

"Just what I told you in the hotel just now." Song Hengjue coughed dryly, feeling the eyes around him looking over here, his face turned red, and he murmured in a low voice.

A smile flashed in Yang Qingheng's eyes: "It's not impossible."

Song Hengjue felt happy: "Then from now on..."

"Go down!" Yang Qingheng raised his foot.

Song Hengjue stumbled, and jumped out of the carriage on conditional reflex. The train door slammed shut, and behind the door, a woman's eyes flickered, and the corners of her eyes were slightly raised, like a little fox who only wanted to succeed.

Song Hengjue was stunned, looking at the empty palms, and chased after him and patted the door. The conductor inside the car turned a blind eye. He chased after him twice, leaving only the back of the train in front of him.

He grabbed a handful of broken hair on his forehead. The more he thought about it, the more annoyed he became. He kicked a pebble next to him in frustration. It flew far away, hit the railroad track and bounced onto his leather shoes accurately. Song Hengjue screamed in pain.

A [-] meter tall man, dressed like a dog, was limping and squealing at the train station. The funny scene made everyone look over.

…………

Yang Qingheng held a bag of things, and it was funny to think of Song Hengjue's shocked expression. He shook his head and walked towards his seat.

Lin...Lin Daiyu violently beat Lu Zhishen?

The strong man was stunned. He looked at the bag of things in Yang Qingheng's arms and didn't know what expression to make. He found the woman walking towards him and reflexively jumped up to give up her position.

Yang Qingheng nodded politely towards him: "Thank you."

An Xin sat down in his seat, took out a box of food and chewed it slowly.

The strong man finally realized that he had been frightened by a woman. He looked stiff, snorted, and sat down with his legs crossed, deliberately occupying a large space.

Yang Qingheng sat with her fist on the side of her face all afternoon. Finally, when the sun was about to set, she arrived at the next stop. She rubbed her back with her backhand and reached into the package. Instead of taking out the pastry, she touched a hard edge. horn.