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

Only then did Yang Qingheng realize that she had accidentally rubbed her lipstick on her collar. She frowned and went to the bathroom to get some water to clean it up.

But at this moment, I heard a familiar female voice coming from outside.

After the fright, Song Hengjue couldn't wait to cling to Yang Qingheng, and his mind was thinking of countermeasures.

He should pretend to be faint, but if he doesn't, the doctor will come over later to check his pulse, and he will be exposed, and Yang Qingheng will beat him to death.

Or pretending to fall? This seemed good. Song Hengjue leaned half of his body out of the bed, hesitant.

It must hurt if you fall like this.

He shuddered, gritted his teeth and closed his eyes and was about to fall to the ground, but at this moment, a female voice sounded in his ears.

"Mr. Song, I heard that you are sick. I happened to be nearby and came to see you." Qiao Xihe came in with a smile, holding a bouquet of elegant lilies in his hand.

Song Hengjue shrank back to the bed in agitation. He no longer had the courage. Looking at the incomprehensible woman in front of him, he felt bored: "Come in without knocking. Who taught you this?"

"I...I saw that the door was not closed tightly." Qiao Xihe pointed to the half-closed door, feeling a little embarrassed.

Growing up, he had never been taught such a lesson, and there was a faint anger in his stomach.

But thinking of the man's company in front of him, he still gritted his teeth and smiled: "I was the one who offended him, Mr. Song, don't take it personally."

"I care a lot." The original intention was to find a place to go down the stairs, but she didn't expect that the man in front of her looked at her coldly and didn't give her any face.

Qiao Xihe's expression changed subconsciously, and she swallowed her embarrassment until Pan Zhen next to her pinched her elbow.

I cursed countless times in my heart.

If it weren't for the fact that his company was rich and barely worthy of her, he would have thought he had any ability to make her come here to visit.

The mud-legged people in the country just have no manners.

Pan Zhen laughed: "Mr. Song has a lot, don't worry about a child like Xihe. She also heard that you were sick, so she was anxious."

"Oh, just tell me if you have anything." Song Hengjue frequently looked in the direction of the bathroom, showing no patience for the two of them.

"That's it. It's our Xihe's birthday in a few days. I wonder if Mr. Song can honor me and attend." As he said that, he handed over an invitation.

It turned out that he was here to get gifts.

Song Hengjue glanced at the two people, as if he was looking at a scammer with nothing to show for it, and he lost his tone and said, "So what you just said about coming to see me was a lie. This is the real thing."

Why does this man, Mr. Song, twitch when he talks?

Pan Zhen touched the cold sweat on his head and didn't know what to do.

When he turned to ask Qiao Xihe for help, Song Hengjue finally took the invitation and said perfunctorily: "We'll talk about it then."

Qiao Xihe was dissatisfied with his perfunctory attitude, but there was nothing he could do about it. After saying goodbye, he left with a very ugly look on his face.

"Hey, there are so many sisters and sisters." After the two left, Yang Qingheng opened the door and came out, holding her hands in front of her chest with a very playful expression.

Song Hengjue looked at him eagerly: "Are you jealous?"

My heart was screaming like crazy.

Yang Qingheng cares about him!

This woman cares about him!

"I'm jealous of you. I just don't like her. What does it have to do with you? She really knows how to put money on her own face." Yang Qingheng rolled her eyes at him and walked outside.

Song Hengjue, however, confirmed his guess, with a smile on his lips and did not take it back until Yang Qingheng left.

"Everyone's gone, but you're still watching." Yao Ying opened the door and came in. She looked at her son's stupidity and sneered.

Song Hengjue felt guilty. He didn't know what the old lady thought about this matter, so he looked at her with wandering eyes.

"Qingheng is a good child. I have always liked her." Yao Ying said.

When Song Hengjue heard this prefix, he slowly breathed a sigh of relief in his heart.

The old lady didn't look very angry.

But in the next second, he was suddenly slapped on the head. Yao Ying pointed at his nose and yelled: "You little bastard is a harm to others, I shouldn't have given birth to you! I already have men and children, what are you doing?" Go seduce her! When I asked you not to get a divorce, you insisted on getting divorced. Now that you see her living well, you want to lick her and harm her. You are trying to kill her!"

Two days ago, there was a rumor that Fang Nan was working as a mistress. She had been worried for a long time, but she never thought that it was a shameless member of her own family who ruined their family!

The old lady was so angry that she almost lost her breath.

Song Hengjue jumped up excitedly and said to her, "Mom, don't be angry yet. Listen to me. Things are not what you think."

After hearing what he said, Yao Ying pondered for a long time, with a spark of fire in her eyes: "So, it was Tang Bainian who cheated on her half-heartedly?"

He walked around the ward with his fists clenched, muttering insults in his mouth: "I said at the beginning that that man Tang Bainian looked so frivolous and not worth trusting, but I didn't expect that!"

Song Hengjue felt proud when he saw the flames of war turning, and cursed a few words: "Yes, I didn't think he looked like a good person at first."

Before she finished speaking, Yao Ying was slapped again. The old lady's eyes widened angrily: "You think you are some kind of good thing? Even if you want to get back together with Qingheng, you have to wait until they get divorced. If you do this, When others find out about the matter, it won't ruin Qing Heng's reputation!" As a grown man, he didn't care, so why didn't he think about Qing Heng?

Song Hengjue kept silent and felt a little guilty. What he did was indeed wrong.

There was no rebuttal and he allowed the old lady to scold him.

But he felt aggrieved, and he wanted to be with Yang Qingheng openly and honestly, but Yang Qingheng's womanly heart was just like that of Tang Bainian, and she was not willing to divorce at all.

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"A shocking show, a shocking show, it will definitely shock your eyes." Fang Nan shouted excitedly as soon as he rushed into the office.

"What big drama? Tell me." Mo Yao looked up from the document, becoming a little interested.

Hearing Fang Nan's propaganda, everyone lost interest in work and gathered around: "Secretary Fang, just tell us what shocking secret you have, don't make it exciting."

Fang Nan chuckled and stretched out a hand with his palm facing up: "It's definitely a big show. If you want to hear the story, give me the money first."

"Tsk, Fang Nan, you are getting more and more stingy," Mo Yao complained and waved his hand, "Then I won't listen."

The others didn't tolerate him either, and deliberately pretended not to care and walked away.

Fang Nan became anxious and loudly said, "Hey! Don't even leave. What you said about Mr. Song will definitely shock you."

A few people were not that interested at first, but when they heard what he said, they became interested. They cursed, took out money and threw it into his hand, and pushed him: "Say it quickly."

"Don't worry, don't worry." Fang Nan touched the wad of bills in his hand, grinning almost to the back of his ears.

Song Hengjue's cold-hearted capitalist didn't deduct his salary, he had plenty of ways to earn it back!

Clearing his throat, he said proudly: "Didn't you, Mr. Song, fall in love some time ago, and then..."

"Then what?" Several pairs of eyes looked at him eagerly.

"I heard that he was in the bar last night..." Fang Nan's vanity was greatly satisfied as everyone was watching.

But at this moment, a familiar voice came from behind: "What's the bar? Huh?"

Song Hengjue put his hands in his pockets and looked towards him.

The scene was deathly silent.

Fang Nan seemed to have his neck stuck and couldn't say a word.

Song Hengjue snorted coldly and pushed open the office door. Before everyone's hearts could return to their stomachs, his voice came from inside the office: "Fang Nan, come in."

Fang Nan let out a wail.

The other people looked at each other, all embarrassed.

"I've been caught a few times. I won't have my salary deducted like Fang Nan, right?" Someone asked worriedly.

But Mo Yao shook his head, looked in the direction of the office, and smiled mysteriously: "Don't talk about salary deductions, there may be an increase."

Others were shocked: "How could that happen?"

Mo Yao stopped talking and extended a hand like Fang Nan: "If you want to hear what happened, please listen to the explanation next time."