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

Before he could dial out, a hand reached out and snatched away his phone.

Mingyu turned around displeased and faced his wife's cold face. He was silent for a moment, embarrassed: "You...what are you doing here?"

"I wouldn't know if I didn't come. You have to tip off the news." Cheng Shu glanced at her phone, deleted the phone number, and put it in her bag.

Mingyu watched her movements, but didn't dare to reach out to snatch her back. When he mentioned the tip, he became angry instantly and gritted his teeth: "Are you just going to watch that bitch Song Hengjue seduce Yang Qingheng?"

Just from the eye contact between the two of them, he didn't believe that their relationship was innocent.

The woman Yang Qingheng is also confused. The marriage is so good and the relationship between the couple is so good. Why would she want to hook up with other men?

"Don't say there's no evidence now. Even if there is evidence, it's someone else's business. What do you care about?" Cheng Shu disagreed.

Mingyu was filled with indignation: "Tang Bainian has been my good friend for so many years, and even I lied to him, so who am I?"

"You're a fool!" Cheng Shu hated the fact that her husband was good at managing the company, but he was a fool when it came to handling relationships. "You think Tang Bainian doesn't know about this? If Tang Bainian can really take care of it, , I should have taken care of it last time in the backyard.”

Tang Bainian's expression in the backyard last time made it clear that he knew about these two people.

Although Cheng Shu knew that the relationship between the couple was strange, her intuition told her that she shouldn't care about it.

Not only would he not please Tang Bainian, but he would also offend Yang Qingheng.

Mingyu's mind was spinning, and he didn't think clearly about the twists and turns inside. He scratched the back of his head and walked around, wondering if his wife was right.

"I told you that you don't understand, so just leave it alone!" Cheng Shu said angrily.

"It doesn't matter." Yang Qingheng happened to come in. Hearing this sentence, he asked casually.

Mingyu was so frightened that he felt guilty. He didn't dare to look directly at her and hesitated: "No...it's nothing."

There is no three hundred taels of silver here, for fear that others will not know that he is guilty.

"We're talking about the banquet. I asked him to take good care of the children. He couldn't understand if I took care of him." Cheng Shu pushed Mingyu away in disgust and called Yang Qingheng in.

Yang Qingheng didn't think much and handed the gift to her: "I just put the gift in the car and forgot to take it. I just asked someone to help pick it up."

"I'd like to thank you on behalf of the baby first," Cheng Shu affectionately pulled her toward the outside, "Didn't you say you wanted to meet Mingyu's distant cousin last time? Today, his old man is also here. I'll take you to meet him outside. See."

"Thank you." Yang Qingheng smiled gratefully. She had heard that Ming Yu had a cousin who made export goods. She thought that she might want to go to overseas markets in the future, so she mentioned that she wanted to get to know him. Unexpectedly, Cheng Shu still remembered it after so long. superior.

"You're welcome, it's not a problem." Cheng Shu was amused. Her eyes searched around the banquet hall and settled on an elegant man who looked to be in his fifties in the corner.

"Cousin, why are you here by yourself? You are too busy today and the reception is not good. Don't mind." Cheng Shu pulled Yang Qingheng and greeted him warmly.

The cousin turned around, glanced at Yang Qingheng, looked at Cheng Shu, and said kindly, "We are all family members, so we don't say such alienating words."

"In that case, I won't be polite," Cheng Shu introduced him generously, "This is what I told you before, my friend Yang Qingheng."

"I've heard of it." My cousin took a closer look at Yang Qingheng. Because he was the friend brought here by Cheng Shu, his tone was a little cordial. "I've been hearing Mingyu mention you to Cheng Shu. I didn't expect you to be so young. Miss Yang Hello."

Yang Qingheng was flattered and quickly stretched out her hand to shake his hand: "Hello, Mr. Zhuo, I have long admired you."

"I heard that you have a design company and a small hotel..." My cousin raised his wine glass.

Yang Qingheng didn't expect that the person was not being polite just now, but actually knew her. She was surprised. After he finished speaking, she quickly answered: "Mr. Zhuo, I remembered correctly. There will be an event at my hotel in a while. If you are interested, you can Come and see." He said and took out several admission tickets from his bag.

My cousin became a little interested when he saw her talking in different ways.

Seeing that the two of them were chatting in harmony, Cheng Shu remembered that she still had a lot to do at the banquet, so she said goodbye and left.

However, such a harmonious atmosphere did not last long before it was interrupted by a female voice.

"I said it looked so familiar from a distance. It turned out to be Uncle Zhuo." Qiao Xihe walked over with a middle-aged man next to him.

Yang Qingheng couldn't help but take another look, feeling that he looked familiar.

"Ting Xu." My cousin saw the person coming and greeted him politely.

An idea suddenly came to Yang Qingheng's mind. She had seen this person in the newspaper, the mayor of Fu City, Hainan Province.

Why did you come to the capital? What's the relationship with Qiao Xihe?

Qiao Xihe held the wine glass with a hint of joking in his eyes: "Mrs. Tang, long time no see."

"Long time no see." Yang Qingheng looked at her expression as she watched the show, and her heart rang with alarm bells.

After hesitating for a moment, he still didn’t leave.

Ruoyou seemed to be looking at Qiao Xihe.

She hasn't found out what happened when she met the kidnapper last time in the south. Although she has gotten some information about the person who hired her from the female kidnapper, the information is too little. Even though the police have attached great importance to it, they still haven't figured it out yet. Find out the matter.

She came to the capital to do business and usually competed with others for business in shopping malls. She offended many people, but not many people had the ability to hide it so tightly. The one she suspected the most was Qiao Xihe in front of her.

"I didn't expect Mr. Zhuo and Mrs. Tang to know each other. It just so happens that they are both acquaintances. Does Mrs. Tang mind if we join your chat?" Qiao Xihe asked.

It seems that he asked the question knowingly, but he asked the person with the least power present. How did Yang Qingheng have the right to refuse? This was clearly humiliating her.

But there were two people at the scene who she couldn't afford to offend. Yang Qingheng could only knock out her teeth and swallow blood, and said with a fake smile: "Why do you mind? Miss Qiao is joking."

"It's fate that we all get together. Let me have a drink first." Qiao Xihe raised the wine glass beside him and poured himself a glass of red wine.

After finishing the drink, he handed Yang Qingheng a glass: "I always speak straightforwardly. If you mind, Miss Yang, you don't have to drink."

The two elders next to her had all drank, and her cousin had already seen her drink just now. Anyone with a discerning eye could tell she was lying when she said she was allergic to alcohol.

Yang Qingheng had no choice but to drink a glass. Seeing the refreshing wine entering his throat and stomach, he began to feel hot, and a hot breath rushed to his head.

It's fierce!

Yang Qingheng's complexion changed slightly.

Looking at the smiling woman opposite, he felt irritated and said patiently: "I heard that Miss Qiao is from Jiang Province. I don't know what kind of food there is in Jiang Province. I told Bainian before that I would go to Jiang Province for my honeymoon, but I never had time to go."

"Mrs. Tang has just been there, why are you asking about me?" Qiao Xihe raised his eyebrows, a flash of provocation in his eyes.

It's her!

Yang Qingheng's eyes were sharp. He didn't expect that this woman was really not shy at all. She had spotted her and there was nothing he could do to her without evidence! Too arrogant!

It's a pity that she really can't do anything to her now!

Yang Qingheng gritted her teeth and felt angry in her heart. She picked up the wine next to her and the cold liquid flowed down her throat, barely suppressing her irritable mood.

He no longer had the mood to stay here. He took a deep look at Qiao Xihe, said goodbye to the two elders and walked outside.

The powerless mud-legged guy dared to fight with her, and he didn't even look in the mirror to see how much he weighed.

Qiao Xihe sneered and turned to face the two elders with another gentle expression.

Yang Qingheng walked out of the door, feeling dizzy and swollen in her head. Heat rushed to her face. She took a deep breath and searched around the banquet hall. She didn't see Song Hengjue and was lost for a moment.

Walking outside, he planned to ask Cheng Shu for a hangover pill.

Just as she walked into the yard, a hot body pressed her into his arms.

Song Hengjue's cold breath occupied her nasal cavity, and he kissed her until she was breathless before reluctantly letting go of her lips.

"If you don't let me drink, why did you become an alcoholic?" Song Hengjue was helpless, his breath was very close and fell on Yang Qing's lips.

It made her heart itch, so she grabbed his hair, pressed the back of his head, and hit his lips and tongue.

Song Hengjue was breathless from the kiss. In the darkness, he finally heard the woman's voice: "Song Hengjue, let's go home."

Yang Qingheng used her hands and feet to jump on his back and hugged his neck tightly.

The woman's soft side face was pressed against the man's tough back. The tips of Song Hengjue's ears were slightly red, but he accurately captured the woman's wrong emotions. He carefully rubbed his side face against the head in the neck: "What's wrong with you?"

Yang Qingheng's voice didn't come from behind him for a long time. Song Hengjue's heart was in his throat, and his heart was sinking. Just when he was about to put her down and ask, the woman behind him bit his ear arrogantly and ordered: "I want to sleep with you now. !”

Song Hengjue was startled. He glanced around and breathed a sigh of relief when he found that no one was there. The blood all over his body rushed to the top of his head: "It's... not good here."