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

Yang Qingheng's eyelashes trembled slightly, and she looked at Lotus Sun and said, "He's clumsy, take him out."

Sun Rong nodded, glared at Song Hengjue, and walked out first. The man didn't seem to be happy. He turned around every step of the way, only to meet Yang Qingheng's threatening eyes. His expression clearly meant that he was going to settle a score with him after get off work.

Song Hengjue swallowed a mouthful of saliva, his heart pounding in panic.

"You can't tell, the dignified Boss Boxiang has come to our company as an assistant, so he's not too upset." Lotus Sun closed the door of the office, took the cup to get the water, and looked mockingly at the man behind her. He took out a plaster from the drawer and threw it on the table. "I'm busy with other things. You can apply it yourself and wait for her here."

After all, they were neighbors in the past, and they had some friendship before. She and Song Hengjue got along very easily, and there was nothing polite about them. She just waved her hand and went out.

The door closed with a bang. Song Hengjue took a quick look and looked around the office.

This was the second time he came to Yang Qingheng's office. Yesterday, he was only focused on the success of his plan. He was so happy that he had no energy to pay attention to the furnishings inside.

Now I have time to take a closer look.

In an office of more than 100 square meters, there are either documents or books on the table and bookshelves. There is nothing other than work. It is cold and devoid of vitality.

Oh, not at all.

Song Hengjue's eyes were fixed on the ornaments next to the corner of the table, a police doll wearing a hat. The features and eyes looked a bit familiar, who could it be if it weren't Tang Bainian.

The objects that were incompatible with the surroundings were wiped spotless. The special treatment made his eyes warm and twinkling. He reached out and picked it up, bumped it towards the ground, but did not dare to actually do it, and put it back on the table angrily.

Finally, he threw it into the drawer out of anger, making a "clang" sound.

"what are you doing?"

A familiar female voice behind him frightened the blood on his face to suddenly disappear. Song Hengjue coughed dryly and stood up from her office chair. She turned sideways to hide the drawer: "It's nothing. I see that the pens on your desk are messy. Let me help you put them away." .”

Yang Qingheng was doubtful, her eyes fixed on the burn ointment on the table, and she wrinkled her nose in disgust: "Why, you are a grown man, you want me to teach you how to apply this thing? Do you want me to teach you how to eat the food?"

The area that had been hit by the water just now seemed to be burning because of her words. The weak pain stimulated the brain, and Song Hengjue blurted out: "Can...is it okay?"

"Song Hengjue, how old are you?" Yang Qingheng didn't expect to insult him. This man really dared to climb up the steps and laughed angrily.

He slapped him on the arm and unscrewed the bottle cap: "Come here quickly."

Women are indeed arrogant. Song Hengjue lowered his head and stared at the back of Yang Qingheng's head, following suit.

Yang Qingheng secretly rolled her eyes, took his hand, took a breath of cold air, and said disgustedly: "Why didn't you burn to death?" She thought that the skin would be reddened at most, but she found out after seeing it. The back of this half of her hand was densely covered with blisters from the scalding. The back of her hand began to ache, and her scalp was numb.

The mocking tone, but the words of concern underneath, were like arsenic wrapped in honey.

The last time Song Hengjue heard this tone was many years ago. He felt a little dazed for a while, and his eyes began to gurgling with acid.

He stared blankly at the top of her hair.

"It hurts?" Yang Qingheng raised her head and met the man's wet black eyes. Her fingers were trembling and she pressed hard on the back of his hand. "Don't look at me with that look." She felt itchy and wanted to sleep.

The blisters burst, Song Hengjue's physiological tears seeped out from the corners of his eyes, and his nose was sore. He knew how embarrassed he looked now without a mirror. Seeing Yang Qingheng leaning forward and backward with laughter, he became angry and grabbed the cotton swab: "I didn't see it. A rude woman like you!"

"Oh, I've never seen a man as fragile as you." He still wanted to scald someone with hot water. Yang Qingheng was very discerning and didn't say the second half of the sentence, pretending to be concerned and coaxing him, "Don't be angry, don't be angry, I will atone for my faults and let you boast."

Just as Song Hengjue was about to reply, a grunting voice rang out in the empty office.

The smile on Yang Qingheng's face was stiff.

She expected to be laughed at by the man, but Song Hengjue just raised his head and glanced at her: "Are you hungry?"

"Well," Yang Qingheng coughed dryly, her ears felt hot, and she stood up to get her cell phone, "Have you eaten yet? I'll ask my assistant to pack the food in the canteen."

"Go out to eat. The soup I cooked for you is still in the car." Song Hengjue was careful.

Yang Qingheng glanced at his watch and felt a little embarrassed: "That's okay."

Several assistants watched the new colleague get into trouble. Not only was he not scolded by the boss, but he was actually brought into the office, and now they both walked out together.

The assistant's eyes and nose were red, and his eyes were watery. He looked like he had been bullied, and his boss was walking behind the new assistant with his hands behind his back, holding his head high and looking satisfied. This scene made people feel satisfied. It’s hard even if you don’t want to be crooked!

"What are you looking at? Keep your mouth shut." Yang Qingheng glanced at the crowd of spectators indifferently.

Everyone was so excited that they dispersed like birds and beasts.

Only when I was far away did I dare to look back frequently, wishing that there were two eyes on the back of my head.

Even though Song Hengjue was thick-skinned and wore a mask on his face, he was embarrassed by such a direct look and was so angry that he cursed Yang Qingheng.

It was past two o'clock in the afternoon after the two of them finished eating. Yang Qingheng was supposed to go back to work, but Song Hengjue had no choice but to order all the dishes she liked. In addition, he didn't know what the reason was, so he kept picking up dishes for her. Unknowingly, I felt I was too full.

"Going to the shopping mall?" Song Hengjue felt guilty that he had done bad things with good intentions. He quickly redeemed himself and pointed to the shopping mall outside the window.

Yang Qingheng was about to refuse, but thought of something and nodded: "Okay."

Song Hengjue felt happy and quickly followed her out of the car.

Yang Qingheng didn't know whether he was happy or not. He went straight to the clothing store on the third floor before walking around half a circle.

"Hello, welcome. Miss, what kind of clothes do you want to buy?" The salesperson was a girl. She was dozing off. When she saw the two people coming in, she patted her face and stood up, looking at the mask on Song Hengjue's face. He scanned it and locked it accurately on Yang Qingheng's face, politely bending his waist slightly.

"Let me take a look at your new men's clothing." Yang Qingheng's eyes swept across the clothing store and finally settled on the sweater closest to the door.

Knitted sweaters, you can tell they are pure wool as soon as you touch them.

"Miss, you have such good taste. This is a new model from Hainan Province. Many male students in the nearby university town like to wear this style. I think your boyfriend has such a good figure, he will look good in it." The salesperson patted his thigh and raised his eyes. Shine.

"You're quite good at talking." Yang Qingheng shook his head, funny, and compared a piece of clothing on Song Hengjue. Tang's father had a similar figure to him, so it should be okay to wear it.

Originally, this job should not have fallen to her daughter-in-law, but the old lady caught a cold yesterday morning, and she happened to be here, so it was not a troublesome thing to help buy it back.

"Can you help me put it on and try it on?" She asked naturally.

Under the teasing gaze of the salesperson, Song Hengjue's ears were steaming. He pulled off his clothes and walked towards the fitting room. His squirming look looked very unnatural.