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

He tightened his fingers and took out strangely... several documents and a wallet? !

Her expression froze, and she looked out of the car in shock. Night had fallen, the windows were dark, and the biting cold wind blew against the windows. The weather at several degrees below zero could freeze people into popsicles.

He cursed angrily, grabbed his luggage and jumped out of the car before the door closed.

It was already midnight when the return train arrived at the station. It was dark outside the window and the lights at the train station were dim. She was the only one in the empty station. The only sounds in her ears were the sound of wind and the rustling of fallen leaves on her soles.

Not seeing the man, Yang Qingheng breathed a sigh of relief and walked into the train station with her suitcase.

"Yang Qingheng." A voice called from behind.

Yang Qingheng's expression changed and he turned around suddenly.

Song Hengjue was sitting in the corner of the flower bed, his long legs wrapped in suit pants curled up in the gap. The narrow space made him feel even more aggrieved.

It was difficult to see his eyes clearly in the dark night, but Yang Qingheng was certain that his eyes must be looking straight in her direction at this moment, with passion and sincerity, like a puppy.

The moment I saw his wet eyes, all my anger disappeared, and the hard walls of my heart collapsed into a ball.

She raised her chin towards him and said, "Come here quickly."

Song Hengjue raised his long legs and ran toward her with long strides. He opened his coat and took her into his arms. The tiny light in his eyes shone brighter than the stars.

Yang Qingheng was shivered by the cold air on his body, her eyebrows jumped, she pushed him away and strode towards the train station.

Song Hengjue followed suit.

"Song Hengjue, are your brains frozen?" Yang Qingheng said coldly, "I don't have my ID. Why don't you know how to make a phone call?"

What if she didn't find the ID inside the bag.

Song Hengjue followed suit: "I know you will come back."

If she doesn't find out tonight, then he'll have to wait until tomorrow. She will find out anyway.

Facts have proved that his bet was right, Yang Qingheng's heart was not so hard that he was immune to all poisons.

"I shouldn't have come back!" Yang Qingheng didn't know what he meant. After all, they had been together day and night for more than [-] years in his previous life, and it only took him a matter of minutes to figure out what she wanted.

He became so angry that he would have turned around and left if it wasn't for the pitiful look of his red nose.

Song Hengjue tugged on her sleeves to please her and reached out to take the suitcase in her hand: "Where are we going now?"

"Eat." Yang Qingheng raised her wrist and glanced at the time, which was [-]:[-] p.m.

After leaving the train station, the streets were dark and the shops were closed. After walking along the road for a long time, I saw a small shop with lights on.

Song Hengjue stared at the woman in front of her and playfully swung her fishbone braids, and her mood jumped up and down. She put one hand in her pocket and followed her slowly.

Fuck Tang Bainian, screw his children, screw his broken marriage, there is no one here but him and her.

Even though it was already this time, the two of them still got two bowls of noodle soup. The owner was an old lady who felt sorry for them and specially turned on the stove.

The table had been put away, and Yang Qingheng didn't choose. He held the bowl and sat down on the steps at the door.

Song Hengjue had quick eyes and quick hands. He held her arm steadily, and with the other hand he neatly pulled off the scarf and put it on the ground and patted it: "Sit here."

"The young man looks so stupid and he still loves his wife." The old woman shook her head and chuckled. She fiddled with the stove twice and took out a roasted sweet potato and threw it into Song Hengjue's arms. "This is for you two. After you finish eating, put the bowls in the store." The door."

The door slammed shut.

Song Hengjue held the steaming sweet potato with his big palm, smiled, and held it in front of Yang Qingheng like a treasure: "Do you want some sweet potato?"

Before the woman could nod, he diligently peeled off the skin.

Really stupid.

Yang Qingheng was silent, took two mouthfuls of noodle soup, and pointed to his big bowl: "Your noodles are cold."

Without any hesitation, he reached out and took out the sweet potato in his palm and took a bite. It was a honey potato, not as naturally sweet as an industrial one, and he felt inexplicably better.

"Do you still remember that we also ate this noodle in the middle of the night?" Song Hengjue took a sip of the noodle soup and leaned over to miss it.

Yang Qingheng narrowed his eyes: "Don't force me to beat you when I'm in the best mood."

"You have such a bad temper." Song Hengjue glanced at her and muttered.

"You've wronged me!" Yang Qingheng got angry when she saw his pretentious look and slapped him on the head.

I have never seen such a mean person. In the zero-degree weather in the south, he took her out of the bed in the middle of the night. There were no flowers or fireworks. He stood beside her bed holding a pot of noodles and asked: "Wife, do you want to eat noodles?"

"I...I didn't mean it!" Song Hengjue scratched his neck and received a slap from Dou Tou, which made his head hurt.

"Idiot, shut up!"

Beijing.

When Tang Bai heard the ringtone in the night, he jumped up. After listening to the report, his face turned pale, and the fingernails pressing on the phone were so nervous that he asked, "How is Madam?"

"The police said that they were only slightly frightened and got on the train to go south that day. The people who got on the train with them that day were..." Secretary Qian swallowed, feeling a little nervous.

"Who?" Tang Bainian's heart skipped a beat and his blood flowed backwards.

As expected, a familiar name came over there: "There is also Song Hengjue, Boxiang's boss."

"Well, send a private detective immediately to find out who hired the person," Tang Bainian pinched his eyebrows. For a moment, he didn't know whether to be grateful that Yang Qingheng was okay or to be angry that Song Hengjue had entangled Yang Qingheng again. Just as he was about to hang up, he added He said, "Let that woman come see me tomorrow."

"Okay, Deputy Director." Secretary Qian nodded.

hotel.

Yang Qingheng looked at the man outside the door coldly: "Go back to your room."

"The water heater in my room is broken. Just let me use it. Don't be so stingy." Song Hengjue pressed his palm against the door and stared at her with his dark eyes.

"Really?" Yang Qingheng looked him up and down, doubtful, and let go of the door.

Song Hengjue succeeded and strode into the room carrying his clothes.