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

"My parents are very good to me, but Bainian and I did something wrong." Yang Qingheng sniffed, feeling a little sad in her heart.

She was born without family affection, her parents didn't love her, and her younger brother didn't kiss her. Whether it was Yao Ying back then or Mu Huihe and Dad Tang now, she could see how good they were to her, but she didn't have any of them. Retain.

"Then why didn't you tell me and Bainian's father about your illness?" Mu Huihe laughed angrily, "You kept silent about such a big thing. Do you think you treat us as family members?"

Get ill?

Yang Qingheng held back her tears instantly and looked up blankly.

Mu Huihe sighed, patted the back of her hand, and said sincerely: "Qingheng, I know that your personality is not warm, so Bainian's father and I have never forced you to integrate with us, but no matter what, let's figure it out As a family, we will support each other from now on. You should tell us when you are sick. If Xiaoxiao hadn't told me, I still wouldn't have known about it."

Yang Qingheng's heart warmed, and she looked at Mu Huihe's worried face: "Mom, I didn't let Bainian say it. You and Dad are old, so I let you know and become worried."

"You're too polite," Mu Huihe frowned. Seeing her pale face, he couldn't bear to be harsh and sighed, "Forget it, I won't force you anymore. I heard that you went to work right after you were sick? Why? I didn’t have a few extra days of rest at home.”

Yang Qingheng lied with a fake smile: "The company is too busy, so I will only go for one day and not go tomorrow."

"It's true that Bai Nian can't even take care of his own wife," the old lady scolded, holding her hand and walking outside, "I've cooked some tonic soup for you. You've been in a lot of trouble lately. You need to Please make up for it, I will stay here for the next few days, and I will leave when you are well."

Yang Qingheng was stunned, and finally understood why Tang Bainian's face looked so bad when he entered the door just now.

Because the old lady was here, the two naturally couldn't sleep separately as before. While the old lady was chatting with her aunt in the kitchen, Tang Bainian moved the quilt back to the room like a thief.

Yang Qingheng was a little amused when she saw him standing on tiptoes and sneaking in: "Dignified Deputy Director Tang, why are you acting like a thief?"

"Isn't that just being a thief?" Tang Bainian sighed and spread the quilt on the ground.

Yang Qingheng glanced briefly and walked outside.

It had been a long time since he heard the woman say that the floor was cold and she asked him to go back to bed. Tang Bainian stopped making the bed, his eyes flickered, and he looked at her back.

At the same time, the mobile phone on the table rang.

He picked it up casually and hung up without even looking at who it was.

the other side.

Song Hengjue kept holding the phone and looking at it three times a minute. Fang Nan couldn't stand it anymore: "If you want to call, just call. If you hesitate, you won't be able to make the call tomorrow!"

If he doesn't hit him, why don't he wait for Yang Qingheng to hit him?

The woman was cold-hearted and didn't look like someone who would do such a thing. If you wait for her call, you may not be able to wait until next year.

Song Hengjue rolled her eyes at him: "You know nothing."

He stretched out his hand and dialed a number that he knew by heart. Just as he was about to call, he thought of something and hung up. He looked over at his phone with a guilty conscience.

Fortunately it was not dialed out.

I looked at the time and saw that it was only after six o'clock. It was not evening yet. Would the woman find him annoying if I called him now?

I don’t know if she is off work now.

Song Hengjue sighed, covered his eyes and collapsed on the sofa.

I regret not working overtime at the company.

At least I can see if the lights are on in her company and if she is working overtime, which will make me feel better.

Finally, the pointer pointed to seven o'clock. Song Hengjue sat up and dialed the number with flying fingers, but only heard a series of busy signals.

...it's hung up over there.

fraud!

He jumped up to his feet, and the more he thought about it, the angrier he became. He obviously agreed to him in the afternoon, but then regretted it in the evening. Not only did he not answer his call, but he also hung up in seconds! Even if he is a lover, there is no reason to be so indifferent to him!

I walked around the house anxiously.

Not to mention Fang Nan, even Yao Ying couldn't stand it any longer. He rubbed the solar system twice with his index finger and yelled: "You're having epilepsy all the time! It's annoying my eyes."

Fang Nan couldn't help laughing out loud, and patted the sofa wildly: "He's not having epilepsy, it's spring, so what's coming."

"You old man, you are so ugly." Yao Ying scolded him, but she really heard Fang Nan's words in her heart. Her eyes on Song Hengjue became more and more uncomfortable, and she kept looking at Song Hengjue with a guilty conscience and avoiding her eyes.

Then he snorted coldly: "If he can really settle down, I will feel relieved." He misses other people's wives every day and puts his hot face on her cold butt. He doesn't feel ashamed because her old face is gone.

The old lady's suspicious eyes seemed to have substance. The knuckles of Song Hengjue's fingers holding the phone turned white and he did not dare to say anything.

Fang Nan smiled even more happily.

If the old lady knew that her son was really an underground lover of another woman, she would probably be interrupted by all the feather dusters in the house.

He made a gloating expression towards Song Hengjue and asked him to deduct his salary. This was what the capitalist deserved.

Song Hengjue's mind was filled with thoughts that Yang Qingheng had not answered his call, and he felt annoyed and aggrieved. He was not in the mood to quarrel with Fang Nan.

I took my phone and went back to the room.

Yang Qingheng came out of the shower and subconsciously turned on her phone to take a look.

Not seeing any phone, he raised his eyebrows and threw it into the bedside table.

I blew my hair dry, pulled back the quilt and went to bed.

Unexpectedly, the man next to her had been looking at her since she entered the door, especially when she turned on her mobile phone.

"Did anything happen when you went to the south some time ago?" Tang Bainian picked up the hot water bottle and poured a glass of water on the table, then turned to look at Yang Qingheng.

Yang Qingheng rubbed his hands together to warm up the hand cream, his expression unchanged: "It's nothing, the scenery outside the train is quite beautiful."

Tang Bainian asked: "Someone called me today. It was the police station. Guess what they said."

The relaxed expression on Yang Qingheng's face was frozen.

"Why didn't you tell me such a big thing?" Tang Bainian sighed, "Yang Qingheng, didn't you say that I am your best friend, but you are so alienated from your friends? Even Lotus Sun knew about it but you didn't tell me. "

Yang Qingheng was embarrassed: "I know you are busy recently..."

"No matter how busy I am, you should tell me!" Tang Bainian pursed his lips, with a hint of anger in his eyes.

She didn't even tell him about such a big thing as the kidnapping, and he didn't deserve to know if she died one day.

Yang Qingheng felt guilty. As expected of a mother and son, they are both scary when educating people. She smiled flatteringly and said, "Oh, please don't be angry. I'm wrong. I'll tell you next time."

Tang Bainian looked at her indifferent expression, and the fire in his heart suddenly arose. He didn't say anything, covered himself with a quilt and fell asleep.

He was angry that she was so alienated from him, and he was even more angry that Song Hengjue was with her at that time. There was obviously a lot going on there, but she never told him.

It has been five years since she said she would not talk about relationships, but she has really engraved this rule into her mind.

I don't know if I really can't understand his feelings or if I'm just pretending, it's very irritating.

Thinking of that phone call, my heart became blocked again.

Let people drive that bitch out of the capital tomorrow and make him shamelessly flirt with other people's wives.

The man has always been gentle, and she almost forgot the last time he was so angry. Yang Qingheng glanced at him, not knowing how to coax him, sighed, and reached out to close the door light.

In the darkness, Tang Bainian heard the woman's calm breathing coming from the bed. He was so angry that his eyes darkened and he almost fainted.

I didn't even bother to say two soft words to him!

Yang Qingheng slept until midnight, feeling groggy. Suddenly he remembered something, opened his eyes, and took out his cell phone.

Sure enough, it lit up, and there was a series of numbers on it.

I glanced at the time and saw it was past two in the middle of the night. I cursed in my heart and hung up without hesitation.

However, the phone went off for two seconds and then lit up again. The person over there took the trouble and seemed to insist that she answer it today.

Yang Qingheng gritted his teeth and cursed in his mind. He glanced at Tang Bainian and found that the man was sleeping quietly without any sign of waking up. He reached out and picked up a coat, wrapped it in it, opened the door, and tiptoed out.

I only answered the phone when I got to the yard. I was so angry that I clenched my teeth and said, "Song Hengjue, are you sick? You're going to die in the middle of the night!"

There was heavy breathing over there, and no one spoke for a long time.

Yang Qingheng frowned: "What's wrong with you?"