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

"Don't refuse to answer my call when I call you tonight." Song Hengjue's eyes dimmed for a moment, and he approached fiercely to bite her ear, but at the moment of contact, he suddenly stopped his strength and gently pressed against her pink earlobe.

She had never answered the phone he called her before. Sometimes he would pick up one or two calls when he called her from a strange number. She would hang up as soon as she heard his voice. After all, they had been together day and night for more than 20 years in their last life, and she This heart is as hard as a stone in a latrine and will never soften no matter how hard it is soaked.

"Come on, come on, get out now, otherwise what will the secretary think?" Yang Qingheng compromised, pushed his shoulder, and drove him out forcefully.

If she knew what Song Hengjue was thinking just now, I'm afraid she wouldn't be so arrogant.

She made more than a dozen calls a day, and she was still in the relationship with her ex-husband and ex-wife. She only answered his calls because she had a brain disease.

The man turned back three times step by step, and finally disappeared from sight.

Yang Qingheng slowly breathed a sigh of relief.

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Boxiang Building.

Fang Nan grabbed Mo Yao and said with great interest, "You don't know how explosive the scene was at that time. Her face was so ugly that I was even afraid that she would rush out and strangle Song Hengjue to death on the spot."

"Tsk, tsk, I can't tell that Mr. Song is so thick-skinned." Mo Yao was dumbfounded. She was afraid that she would never be able to look directly at her boss again.

This is no longer the time to be shameless, this is simply dog-licking.

Fang Nan got angry when he thought about Song Hengjue calling him every day. Now he naturally seized the opportunity to ridicule and retaliate: "It's not just that he is thick-skinned. If he is not thick-skinned, how can he get a wife with his bitchy mouth? Oh, he is still his wife now. .”

Realizing that Mo Yao on the other side didn't answer, he bumped her shoulder for recognition: "You think so, Secretary-General Mo."

Mo Yao touched the familiar cold face behind him, swallowed nervously, shook his head firmly, and scolded righteously: "Secretary Fang, Mr. Song has already said that he is his friend, how can you do it for treating Song? You always spread rumors about Mr. Song when you have grievances. Mr. Song is aboveboard, how can he be the kind of person who acts as a mistress! This is too much. If Mr. Song finds out, he will drive you out of the company!"

"You, Mr. Song, still dare to fire me? I will complain to him in front of him, saying that he..." Fang Nan thought that Mo Yao's acting enthusiasm was coming back, so he didn't care and raised his eyebrows proudly.

"What did you say about me?" A chilling male voice came from behind.

"Of course I'm talking about you..." Fang Nan turned around with a smile, clapped the hand on his shoulder, and saw clearly who the man behind him was, his scalp was numb, "I said you are handsome and handsome, and the Prime Minister has a good heart, so he won't follow me. Careful."

Fang Nan's face was distorted, as if he was about to cry in the next second.

Damn Mo Yao, he has no loyalty at all.

"Your salary will return to the original level starting from this month." Song Hengjue glanced at him lightly, opened the door of the office and went in without mercy.

A high-pitched wail erupted from the office.

"Mo Yao, you heartless bad woman!"

The salary he had worked so hard to raise while working as a cow was gone!

"Oh, what a pity, what a pity." Mo Yao laughed.

Immediately afterwards, a pleasant voice came from the office: "Except for Fang Nan, everyone else's salary will be doubled this month, and Secretary-General Mo will be tripled."

There was a scream in the office, but Fang Nan was the only one who rushed into Song Hengjue's office with a cry.

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"Yang Qingheng, come in, I have something to tell you."

Yang Qingheng just walked in and saw the old lady sitting on the sofa with a cold face, staring at her. Tang Bainian beside him lowered his head, obviously he had just been scolded.

Yang Qingheng's heart skipped a beat when she saw the old lady entering the study. She subconsciously looked at Tang Bainian. The man patted her shoulder comfortingly.

The uneasiness in my heart became more intense. I put down my bag and quickly followed the old lady into the study.

"Mom, what are you looking for for me?" Yang Qingheng felt guilty and stood at the door, her mind racing.

"Yang Qingheng, my old lady is getting old. It's not that her brain is not working well. How long do you and your wife think you can hide your affairs from me!" The old lady had a dark face, slapped the table and stood up.

Yang Qingheng's heart was trembling, her nerves were tense, and she didn't dare to express her anger.

I have never seen an old lady with such a serious expression. Could something serious have happened? Did she know about her secret marriage to Tang Bainian?

Yang Qingheng's scalp was numb, and she had an inexplicable fear of being caught in the wrong spot by the teacher when she was in elementary school. The nails in her sleeves pressed tightly into her palms, causing slight pain.

Bowing with guilt: "Mom, I... I shouldn't have hidden this from you. I'm sorry, I..."

"Of course you shouldn't hide it from me!" The old lady was calm and confident, her sharp eyes seemed to be able to see through people's hearts, "Yang Qingheng, you have been in our house for more than five years, haven't my old lady and Bainian's father treated you badly? "