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

Song Hengjue didn't know the abuse from the people behind him. He was driven out by Yang Qingheng. His heart sank and he was so annoyed that the trash cans on the road were an eyesore.

Fang Nan started the car, looked up at the rearview mirror, and saw the man's handsome and aggrieved face, and almost laughed out loud: "Why, you were kicked out again?"

Song Hengjue was already very angry. After seeing Fang Nan, he couldn't stop thinking about what Yang Qingheng had just said that he wanted him to give Fang Nan to her. His lungs suddenly exploded. He glanced over in irritation and said coldly: "Drive your car, you don't need to worry about my business!"

"Tsk, with such a bad temper, it's strange that Yang Qingheng likes you." Fang Nan rolled his eyes and laughed mercilessly.

Little did he know that hearing these words in Song Hengjue's ears was like stabbing his bleeding heart.

"If she doesn't like me, she won't like you either!" He kicked the seat in front of him.

Fang Nan took a breath, inexplicably, he asked Yang Qingheng, that crazy woman, to do whatever she liked. He was afraid of having nightmares at night even if she gave him away, so he regarded her as a treasure because of his love brain.

Thinking of his salary, he gritted his teeth and swallowed the complaints in his heart.

In the past two days, it took a lot of effort to please Song Hengjue and raise the salary that had been reduced some time ago, but don't let him lose it all at once.

Song Hengjue thought of something. He looked away from the window and looked forward: "The Ming family is going to hold a banquet. Why didn't you tell me about this?"

"I didn't give you an invitation, so why are I telling you, and besides, you don't always like to attend such banquets." Fang Nan took the time to glance at the rearview mirror.

"Why not? The Ming family has been sending invitations to the company before." Song Hengjue frowned. In the past, he even sent invitations to him for blind dates. There is no reason not to give them to him for such a big event as the New Year's Eve banquet. deliver.

There was an eerie silence in the carriage for a second, and Fang Nan's voice came faintly: "...Why don't you say there isn't one?"

A good man caught someone's fat boy and forced him to call him dad, and now he wants to attend his child's birthday party. Song Hengjue was not embarrassed, but his face was burning for him.

Song Hengjue:......

After hesitating for a few seconds, he whispered softly: "Then I won't apologize, and they will forgive me."

It was embarrassing to realize in hindsight, knowing that it was not Yang Qingheng's child, and he would not make such a joke.

Fang Nan scoffed coldly.

Song Hengjue frowned: "Look for an invitation letter. I'll go there in the afternoon too."

That bitch Tang Bainian finally worked overtime for once. Tonight was the perfect opportunity. He had to lure Yang Qingheng home. Thinking of this, he cleared his throat, which felt itchy.

Fang Nan rolled his eyes: "The Ming family's invitations are limited in number. You can't even get them. Why should they give them to me? Brother, I'm just a secretary. Any more invitations will cost extra."

Song Hengjue thought about it and felt that he was right. After being silent for a long time, he picked up his mobile phone and made a call.

Pan Zhen received a call from Song Hengjue and was flattered: "Mr. Song, what's the reason you called today?"

"Do you have the invitation letter from the Ming family? Send it to me." Song Hengjue was not polite at all.

Pan Zhen thought it was something big, but he didn't expect it to be an invitation. He was stunned for a second. It was strange. For a company as big as Boxiang, wouldn't the Ming family not send an invitation to Song Hengjue?

But this isn't something he should think about.

Pan Zhen opened the drawer and took out the invitation from Song Hengjue. After looking at it for a few times, he felt a little reluctant to part with it. The threshold of the Ming family was not low, and his whole family only got one invitation. He also thought about going to the banquet with the Ming family. Make some connections.

"What's wrong? You're not happy?"

Song Hengjue's voice had no emotion, but Pan Zhen could hear a hint of displeasure in his ears, and he quickly said to please: "No, what I mean is that although my wife really wants to attend this banquet, but Now that Mr. Song has spoken, I can have the invitation letter delivered to you right away."

"Yeah, right away."

Pan Zhen's mouth is faster than his brain: "Since President Song said no, then I will... ah?"

Thinking of what Song Hengjue had just said, he suddenly froze on the spot.

It’s not like Mr. Song doesn’t understand human language! He has already said that his wife likes it, shouldn't a normal person just accept it and say no? He is really not polite at all!

Pan Zhen was so anxious that he was spinning around.

Over there, Song Hengjue emphasized again: "I said you can send it over right away."

Pan Zhen's hanging heart finally died.

He nodded honestly and said, "Mr. Song, you are right. I will send someone to deliver it to you right away."

Thinking of something, he stood up and said, "By the way, Mr. Song, I've almost prepared the batch of goods that Miss Feng wants. When do you think we can pay for it?"

"What does her affairs have to do with me? She is a girlfriend. Don't talk nonsense." Song Hengjue curled his fingers and tapped on the wooden armrest of the seat.

The man's cold voice sounded in the carriage, sounding extremely unpleasant.

Pan Zhen's eyelids twitched, suspecting that the two had broken up. He was afraid that talking about that woman would cause Song Hengjue's displeasure, so he quickly laughed and hung up the phone.

Yang Qingheng entered the living room with her skirt in hand. The mobile phone in her bag rang again. She didn't know how many times she took out her mobile phone and pressed the call mechanically. Her face was dark and she looked a little impatient.

Cheng Shu saw her standing in the corner, holding the child in her arms, and her eyes were full of jest: "Your cell phone keeps ringing. Tang Bainian is so clingy that he can't leave for even a moment?"

"It's not him, he's just a supplier, it doesn't matter." Yang Qingheng's eyes flashed slightly, and she reached out and carefully rubbed the child's fleshy face to satisfy herself.

Cheng Shu didn't think much about it, and simply put the child in her arms and carried her upstairs: "You happen to have nothing to do now, help me hold him, and I'll make some milk powder for him."

Yang Qingheng naturally didn't mind and followed her upstairs.

The door suddenly opened. Mingyu was startled and subconsciously put his hands behind his back.

"Why are you so startled? I searched twice and couldn't find you. The child is crying from hunger." Cheng Shu glared at him.

Mingyu hesitated and quickly took out the milk bottle from the table: "I'll go to the toilet when I get back, and I'll make milk powder right away."

A handful of cold sweat broke out in her palms, soaking the paper ball in her hands. Fearing that Cheng Shu would notice something strange, she quickly took the bottle and went to the bathroom to wash it.

After closing the bathroom door, he breathed a sigh of relief, looked at the invitation in his hand, snorted coldly, and threw it into the trash can nearby in disgust.

The three characters Song Hengjue were written on the corner of the invitation.

Mingyu washed the bottle a few times, but still felt uneasy and kicked the trash can on the ground again.

What a bitch, he still wants to attend his son’s birthday party, what a great idea!

If that shameless man could come into this house today, his name would be written upside down!

Outside the door, Song Hengjue looked at the phone that was hung up again, with a flash of disappointment in his eyes.

"Don't be sad here. I asked around. Yang Qingheng has gone in a long time ago. She is getting married. It's weird to see you on such an occasion." Fang Nan couldn't stand his half-dead look and said, Push him towards the inside.

"I know, I want you to tell me."

Song Hengjue handed the invitation to the doorman, turned around and headed inside.

"Wait!" The doorman yelled and rushed over to stop him, "You can't go in!"