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

Yang Qingheng pulled on her seat belt and turned around to see Tang Bainian still looking in the direction of the police station door. His pupils were a little blurry and he pointed his finger: "Why, are you thinking about the days when you were in the police station?"

Wei Kecha looked at him. Zhou Shuwen said at first that he went to Xishan Town to become a policeman, but then he suddenly returned to the capital for some unknown reason. He himself said it was because of the pressure from his family, but when he looked at Mu Huihe , although I care about him very much, but not to the extent of forcing him.

It can be seen from the fact that she has been married for almost six years. Although the old lady has hinted that the couple wants a child many times, she has never made a strong request.

Father Tang is even worse. He is completely indifferent. As long as his son doesn't do anything dangerous, he doesn't like to interfere with family affairs. The most he does is go out and play chess with old friends.

Otherwise, I just go shopping with the old lady.

"No, I just suddenly remembered that I haven't seen Xu Feng for a long time. We didn't even invite him to dinner when we got married." Tang Bainian came back to his senses and smiled at her.

Yang Qingheng took a closer look, but didn't see any clues. She put her heart back in her stomach and said, "Didn't he call some time ago and say that he wanted to bring his children to the capital to play, so we can get together then."

Speaking of Xu Feng, she was also a little happy. How old is the daughter of Xu Feng's family? She is a ghost. She calls her "auntie" nicely. She has wanted to meet her before. She can hold her while the child is still young. Now that she is older, He doesn't want to be hugged.

He had only left Xishan Town for a few years. In the blink of an eye, Xu Feng was not only married, but also how old his children were. Yang Qingheng was still a little dazed when he thought about it.

She has been divorced from Song Hengjue for so long.

"Okay," upon hearing the word "together", Tang Bainian's eyes unnaturally filled with a smile, and he started the car, "It's almost eleven o'clock, let's go have dinner together?"

"I have a meeting at 11 o'clock. Let's go back to the company first. I can just eat in the company cafeteria at noon." Several shareholders were waiting at the company. If she moved the meeting to the afternoon because of eating, she would be disrespectful to them. .

Tang Bainian's eyes dimmed for a moment, and when he turned his head, his eyes were replaced with a relaxed smile: "Then I will pick you up at night?"

The man's fleeting smile is like the sunshine falling on the ground after the first snow in winter, clean and pure.

Yang Qingheng was dazzled, and she subconsciously wanted to agree, but stopped abruptly at the moment she spoke: "I have an appointment with my partner for dinner tonight, and I will go back later. You don't have to come to pick me up. You may go back a little later."

"Yeah." Tang Bainian glanced at her, his knuckles turning white as he grabbed the steering wheel.

But he didn't say anything.

Yang Qingheng felt that Tang Bainian's look made her feel a little weird. Before she thought about it, she remembered the mobile phone in her bag. When she saw the phone clearly, she was stunned for a second and reached out to put it back: "The shareholders of the company, I called to urge you. .”

"We'll be there in ten minutes, why don't you tell them?" Tang Bainian glanced at her, his eyes filled with coldness.

Yang Qingheng felt strange. Before she could think about it, the phone she had just hung up rang again. It seemed strange that she didn't answer it now. She cursed in her heart and reached out to pick it up: "Hello?"

"Qing Heng," Song Hengjue's voice came from the other side, with an upturned ending, which made people inexplicably feel that he was in a good mood, "I don't have to go to work today, so I made soup for you. Can I bring it to you for lunch?"

"No need," Yang Qingheng was stunned for a second when she heard him calling her. She covered her phone and glanced to the side. She found that the man was driving seriously and did not notice her. "I will go back to the company for a meeting in ten minutes. .”

Song Hengjue pursed his lips: "You have your meeting, I will take you there without disturbing you, just let me go, I will leave after a while."

"What's wrong?" Tang Bainian asked.

Yang Qingheng's heart skipped a beat and she shook her head: "It's okay."

He became a little impatient and said to Song Hengjue on the phone: "I told you to go back to the meeting and discuss the matter later." He hung up the phone directly.

the other side.

Song Hengjue was holding a spoon, still wearing an apron, and holding up his mobile phone. Yang Qingheng's impatient voice seemed to be in his ears, and his throat was sore.

A woman can change her face faster than in a Sichuan opera. She coaxed him well last night, but today she is impatient.

She is sweet as a lover, but he can't even see her as a lover. How stingy.

"See, I told you, Yang Qingheng is not short of your bowl of soup, and you still don't give it to me." Fang Nan was annoyed that he was stingy just now and didn't give him the soup, and deliberately laughed at him.

"I won't let you drink it even if it's poured." Song Hengjue was stung and grabbed the spoon.

Tsk, that woman can scold him, and her hair will explode if he says anything.

Tang Bainian rolled his eyes inwardly and pinched his nose angrily: "Oh, no wonder Yang Qingheng doesn't want to talk to you. All the lovers outside are well-educated, always available, and extremely well-behaved. How can there be anyone like you?" You ask people to accompany you every day, but you also disturb others' work. Don't you understand the distinction between public and private matters?"

"You fart! Yang Qingheng doesn't have a lover outside!" Song Hengjue said with a dark face as he poured the half-bowl of soup back into the thermos without leaving a drop.

Fang Nan became anxious: "No, leave some for me. Can that woman Yang Qingheng drink so much? She doesn't have a stomach like water."

"Feed the leftovers to the dogs." Song Hengjue gritted his teeth, pushed him away and walked towards the door.

He opened the car door and got in. He looked at the soup bowl next to him and froze in his hand holding the car key.

Does Yang Qingheng really think that he is disturbing her? Does she like to be good? Why did she agree to be his lover so easily? Did she have someone else besides him?

Song Hengjue swallowed. According to Yang Qingheng's lustful temper, if he saw something good-looking, it would really be possible.

Yang Qingheng sneezed as soon as she entered the company, touched her nose, took her bag and went directly into the office. Several shareholders were talking about something inside, but when they saw her coming in, they fell silent, looked at each other, pulled out their chairs and sat down. Down.

"Thank you all for making this trip. The main reason I came here this time is to talk about the funding of the welfare home. Since the establishment of the company, our company has provided 8% of the profits of the independent company of the welfare home every year. Some time ago, I learned that some shareholders have funded this project. If you have any objections, everyone can speak freely in this meeting." Yang Qingheng nodded politely, crossed his hands in front of him, and lightly glanced at the people below, with no emotion in his tone.

Several shareholders looked at each other, and Pan Fuyang, who was at the front, was the first to speak: "Mr. Yang, I know you feel sorry for the children in the welfare home. We didn't object to funding the children at the beginning, but... we have no objection to charity. The power is limited, and over the years, the company’s profits have increased, and the amount of funding has been three times the previous amount. I think the amount can be appropriately reduced.”

Yang Qingheng heard that she was dissatisfied with the amount of funding provided by the welfare home and wanted to reduce the ratio.

There is nothing wrong with people dying for money and birds dying for food. She nodded and turned her attention to the other people: "Do other shareholders have any opinions?"

"I think Fuyang is right. The welfare home cannot rely solely on our company's efforts. It is time to lower the ratio."

"Our company has selflessly funded the welfare home for so many years and is unknown. But I think we are a company after all, not a private person. We can use this to promote the company's image and buy some newspaper sections."

"Uncle Jiang is right." Yang Qingheng agreed. She didn't like to do charity for profit, but it was the company's profits that funded the welfare home, so there was nothing wrong with thinking like this.

Seeing that Chen Junnian was silent in the corner, she asked: "How does shareholder Chen think this matter should be adjusted?"

Out of the corner of her eye, she touched the man wearing a mask who came in. She subconsciously took another look. The assistant recruited by the human resources department seemed to have a pretty good figure, with a slim waist and long legs, but he didn't look very smart.