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

"Are you recovered?"

Normally, hearing a word of concern from Yang Qingheng would make him giddy with joy, but now Song Hengjue just felt guilty, his eyes were wandering, and he was covering his phone, for fear that she would hear something.

He hesitated: "Almost fine, you... did you call me for something?"

Yang Qingheng opened the door of the office and went out. She waved to Lotus Sun and motioned for her to show her the planning document that she had just ordered.

After all, they were a couple in their previous life for more than 20 years. She knew something was wrong as soon as the man over there spoke. She narrowed her eyes and asked, "Song Hengjue, you are hiding nothing from me, right?"

"What can I hide from you? Okay, I still have a lot of things to do, so I have to hang up." The siren in Song Hengjue's heart screamed like crazy, and he quickly found a reason to hang up.

Yang Qingheng looked at the phone with the screen turned off and sneered.

Okay, okay, your wings are hard, right? You even dare to hang up her phone.

"Qingheng, has something happened?" Sun Rong was shocked when she saw her expression.

Regardless of Yang Qingheng and Song Hengjue's fights, her mood at work was not generally stable. She had never seen such an expression several times. It was scary.

Yang Qingheng suddenly came to her senses, retracted the sneer on her face, and took away the document in her hand: "It's nothing, it's not a big deal."

Lotus Sun's heart jumped into her throat and fell back into her stomach.

Song Hengjue sneaked out of the corner and suddenly faced a familiar face. His heart stopped and he retracted his head like a thief.

She said why is this man so guilty!

Yang Qingheng laughed angrily, rushed over and grabbed him by the collar and pulled him out: "How dare you run!"

"Mr. Yang, you have admitted the wrong person." Song Hengjue lowered his voice and changed his tone. It sounded really different from usual.

"Wrong person?" Yang Qingheng looked him up and down, as if he was also confused. Just when Song Hengjue thought he could get away with it, he was slapped on the head, "Mr. wrong you big-headed idiot, come with me."

She put a foot on his calf and urged him to walk towards the office.

The secretaries over there were far away and it was difficult to see what the two said. Mr. Yang looked very angry.

"Tsk, I told you a long time ago that you won't last long as a waiter. Look, this assistant with no skills has pissed off Mr. Yang today. Why don't you just get out of here?"

"Tsk, I really thought that with a little bit of beauty I could reach heaven."

Someone made a sour sound. They had long been dissatisfied with Song Hengjue's inability to do anything, so naturally they were full of energy and ridiculed him.

There were one or two people who took pity on Song Hengjue, but they didn't dare to speak out for him. They just lit two sticks of white wax for him silently in their hearts.

I'm afraid this assistant's job is going to be ruined.

Song Hengjue followed Yang Qingheng in, feeling so guilty that he didn't know where to look.

I have already thought of an apology, and thought of thousands of ways to please Yang Qingheng so that she would not be angry.

The next second, the collar tightened, and a soft touch touched his lips.

Yang Qingheng patted the side of his face frivolously: "Didn't I tell you that I won't let you pretend to be a staff member here again? Why are you still here without telling me, so reluctant to let me go?"

Yang Qingheng rarely said such straightforward words. Song Hengjue was startled, and when he realized what he was saying, a burst of hot air came up on his face, making his face turn red.

Gan Gan was speechless, he just kept looking at her and couldn't bear to look away, even for a second.

"Idiot," Yang Qingheng grabbed his collar and pushed him to the sofa, "I won't make trouble with you anymore. I have a lot of things to do, so you can go and enjoy yourself."

Song Hengjue touched his nose and pointed to the door: "Don't I need to go out and help?"

Even if he is just a nominal assistant, he still has to work, otherwise he will let others gossip.

"You're welcome. Look, after all this time, who dares to call you around?" Yang Qingheng was speechless.

He poured hot tea into the crotch of the company's shareholders. There were so many high-profile people in the company who didn't know about it, and who dared to send him to work without risking his life or death.

I'm afraid that it won't help, so I'll make him angry to death first.

Song Hengjue was embarrassed, but he also knew his feat: "I usually do pretty well at work."

In the past, he mopped all the dishes and floors at home, and he did a good job. He did it on purpose last time, so how could he rise to the level of ability?

Yang Qingheng was too lazy to pay attention to him.

The woman has a serious face at her desk and works hard.

This was a side that Song Hengjue had never seen in his previous life, and he was dumbfounded.

But before he had been honest for a few minutes, he started acting like a monster. First he tentatively touched the pen Yang Qingheng put aside.

Seeing that she still had no expression, she pursed her lips, feeling a little unhappy, and secretly nudged her closer.

Just when he was going too far and was about to put his head in the crook of her neck, Yang Qingheng finally couldn't bear it anymore and lightly slapped him on the shoulder: "Don't think that I won't teach you a lesson because you are a sick person."

Song Hengjue was embarrassed and sat a little further away.

"By the way, Qiao Xihe sent you a birthday invitation. When is the banquet?" Yang Qingheng thought of something and looked up.

Song Hengjue was confused and weird: "You want to go? I didn't pay attention. I'll go back and see if the invitation is still there. I'll tell you then."

He had no intention of participating. He took the invitation that day just to get rid of those two annoying guys quickly. At this moment, he didn't even know if the invitation had been put into the trash can.

"If you don't want to participate, I think it's time to give her a big gift." Yang Qingheng put her index finger on her forehead and narrowed her eyes meaningfully.

People can't sit still and wait for death. Qiao Xihe has been publicly suppressing her for so long, so she should give her a beating, otherwise she will really think that she is a soft persimmon.

She knew Song Hengjue well, and Song Hengjue knew her very well. Looking at her expression, one could tell that she must be holding something bad in her stomach.

The rough fingertips rubbed her ear: "What do you want to do? Do you want my help?"

"Not yet." An electric current rose up in her ears, stimulating Yang Qingheng's tailbone to numb. She swallowed, turned over and sat on his lap, and touched his thin lips, "But now I have other things for you to do. help."

The person he liked was in his arms, and he spoke so straightforwardly. Song Hengjue subconsciously swallowed and kissed her red lips.

A voice came from outside: "Mr. Song, your husband is here."

Breaking the ambiguity in the room.

Song Hengjue opened his eyes with excitement, but there was no trace of lust left.