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

stupid.

Yang Qingheng looked at the man with success written all over his head, shook his head, and closed the door.

Turning around, he saw the relaxed smile in the corner of the woman's eyes in the mirror. Her face froze, and she suddenly became expressionless. She kicked off her shoes and crawled into bed.

She saw that her brain was really going to be infected by that idiot Song Hengjue.

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She should like this, right?

In the bathroom, Song Hengjue stretched out his hand to tie the strap of his bathrobe, and stared at the mirror carefully. The tips of his ears were red and steaming, his eyes were wandering, and he pretended to loosen one of the straps of his bathrobe inadvertently with his little finger.

As long as you grab it gently, the clothes will definitely fall down, and Yang Qingheng will not be able to let go even if he wants to.

Thinking of that scene, Song Hengjue retracted his eyes as if they were burned, quickly tied them up, and surrounded him tightly.

No, no, no, what if Yang Qingheng thinks he is frivolous.

After a long period of mental construction, the man finally took a deep breath, suddenly opened the door, and faced the serene face of the woman on the bed, and the heat in his body instantly cooled down.

"Yang Qingheng?"

He shouted, but the woman on the bed didn't respond at all, as if she was really asleep.

It's not that Yang Qingheng didn't hear the man's voice. She was too tired from traveling for a week. Her mind was so heavy that she couldn't turn around at all.

I don’t know how long it took, but the room finally became quiet, and there was a click, the sound of the door being locked.

The last nerve in his brain suddenly severed, and he fell into darkness.

However, the next second, the sleepiness in her mind was jolted by a blazing body, and she sat up and covered her chest like a reflex.

This man had left, he had clearly climbed into bed!

Yang Qingheng laughed angrily, and in the darkness, she kicked him in the direction of the shadow: "Who do you want to scare to death?"

There was a hot touch on the soles of the feet, and an uncomfortable rough gasp was heard in his ears. When he realized what was under his feet, Yang Qingheng's face suddenly turned red as if on fire, and he was furious: "Why don't you wear clothes!"

"I won't wear any!" The man gasped, pinched her ankle, and shamelessly rubbed it against her. The hot breath he breathed out made her heart itch.

He didn't believe it. He was like this and still couldn't get a status!

The warm air lingers on the neck, with a sense of urgency, and the dark night carries an obscure sound.

Adrenaline rushed straight to the top of his head, and the physiological reaction could not deceive anyone. Weak sparks crackled all the way to ignite the winter night air, and fireworks exploded in Yang Qingheng's mind.

Song Hengjue noticed that the woman did not reject her, and her heart trembled slightly. The strength in his hands relaxed, and he pressed her lower abdomen. His thin, cool lips passed through the soft hair and delicate neck, and pressed her softly according to the memory. of crimson lips.

No one said anything to stop this grand ceremony in the dark night. The wind outside the window faded away, and the man's fingertips trembled and covered the side of her face with a feeling of temptation.

One hand passed across his abdominal muscles and landed on his chest, grabbing his collar tightly.

Song Hengjue felt that he was really crazy, so he trembled all over, turned over and pressed her down hard, pressed the back of her head, and connected his lips and teeth, robbing her lips and tongue of all the air.

"Okay, stop making trouble." The woman breathed nervously and pushed his face away.

"Yang Qingheng, you have feelings, right?" Song Hengjue's eyes were so hot that they were about to hit her lips.

"Don't make trouble," Yang Qingheng sighed, grabbing his prickly hair and rubbing it, "I have to take the train tomorrow, I'm tired."

Song Hengjue was frustrated and looked at her silently for a long time. Just when Yang Qingheng thought he hadn't given up yet, the man got out of the quilt, and the sound of rustling clothes came from the darkness.

He leaned close and said something in Yang Qingheng's ear, carefully tucked her into bed, picked up the watch beside her, and a bright light flashed in the dark night, disappearing with the sound of the door closing.

This bad mouth really deserves a beating!

Yang Qingheng was stunned for a long time before she realized what the man had said. She punched the pillow twice, wishing that she had hit Song Hengjue's head instead of the pillow.

The next morning.

Song Hengjue felt refreshed and came in from outside carrying two bags of breakfast.

Thinking of the woman's gentle attitude last night, bubbles bubbled up in my heart, and the little smile in her eyes couldn't help but seep out.

All the good mood ended the moment the door was opened.

Song Hengjue looked at the empty room, ran outside, and grabbed a waiter: "Where is the girl in here?"

"I checked out an hour ago, didn't I tell you?" The waiter was weird. The couple was really weird. They checked out early in the morning, and one of them came back and couldn't find his wife.

Song Hengjue pinched the breakfast in his hand and laughed angrily.

He asked why the woman was so nice to him last night. It turned out to be a delaying tactic, just for the golden cicada to escape from her shell today!

I felt so regretful that I wished I could slap myself twice on the spot.

He knew he shouldn't trust Yang Qingheng, a bad woman, and went to buy breakfast early in the morning. He was really stupid.

He chased outside, but no matter how fast he drove, he could only see the tail of the train emitting black smoke in the distance.

My heart was pounding, and everything seemed to be the same as six years ago.

After sniffing, the breakfast in his hand fell into the trash can next to him in a parabola.

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"Didn't you go to the south with Yang Qingheng? Why did you come back so soon?" Fang Nan propped up his chin and leaned on the table to chat with the secretary in the office. When he saw Song Hengjue's familiar cold face coming in, his scalp felt numb and he subconsciously stood up straight. .

"What should I report to you?" Song Hengjue was unhappy, glanced at him coldly, opened the office door and went in.

Fang Nan rolled his eyes and said angrily: "Tsk, I deserve to be the doormat. Your salary is high, you are awesome."

Mo Yao burst out laughing when he saw him deflated.

An order came from inside the office: "Mo Yao come in."

The smile stopped.

Now it was Fang Nan's turn to laugh and pointed at her nose: "That's right!"

"I'm the secretary-general, I'll put on some shoes for you." Mo Yao snorted coldly and pushed open the door of Song Hengjue's office.

Respectfully: "Mr. Song, are you looking for me?"

Song Hengjue raised his chin, motioned for her to close the door, and poured her a cup of hot tea himself. His attitude could be called attentive.

The corner of Mo Yao's mouth twitched, a little speechless, but also felt a bit proud for no reason. After all, not many people could make the boss pour tea in person, and she was the only one in the company.

"That's right, I said before that I have a friend. He used all the methods you mentioned, and he was... slept with." Song Hengjue swallowed, his eyes wandering, "But the woman didn't recognize anyone when she lifted her pants. I ran away, what should I do?"

"Slept to sleep?!" Mo Yao choked on a mouthful of hot tea and his face turned red from holding it in.