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

In his arms was a woman's soft body, in front of him was a cold desk, with half-signed documents, everything could not be more serious. You could even hear the voices of several secretaries outside communicating about their work, and the two people separated by a wall. People actually do such ridiculous things in such a serious place.

Song Hengjue's heart was beating violently. Every time there was a sound of footsteps outside the door, his heart suddenly contracted for a second. After repeated torture, the tight string in his mind was getting closer and closer to the edge of collapse.

He grabbed Yang Qingheng's wrist with his backhand and pressed it to his chest. His breath was chaotic, and the clear breath bit the tip of her nose, as if venting his anger.

There was a rapid gasp in the air: "Go inside, okay."

Yang Qingheng found it interesting to see his face flushed with embarrassment. She looked at his pale face and thought that he was still a little soft-hearted and did not deliberately embarrass him. She nodded and hooked her shiny calf on him. on the waist, kissed the side of his face as a reward, and pointed in the direction of the lounge: "Okay."

Song Hengjue felt relieved but impatient. Like a dumb boy, he carried her in, kicked the door shut, and pressed her on the bed.

The furious look made Yang Qingheng laugh inwardly.

After a long time, a suppressed gasp came from the room, with a bit of annoyance.

"Yang Qingheng, don't grab me!"

"It looks good." Yang Qingheng smiled sullenly.

Before he finished speaking, Song Hengjue swallowed it into his stomach.

The love was so deep that neither of them had any scruples, but at this moment, Yang Qingheng suddenly opened his eyes and covered Song Hengjue's thin lips with force.

"What's wrong?" Song Hengjue's eyes turned red from uneasiness and he looked at her.

Yang Qingheng pointed to the door, listened carefully, and heard a familiar call.

"Yang Qingheng, are you in there?"

Tang Bainian? !

Song Hengjue's whole body stiffened and he lowered his head to glance at the embarrassment the two of them were in now.

He had no doubt that if Tang Bainian rushed in and saw the two of them in such a coquettish scene, he would skin him!

His whole body trembled, feeling inexplicably guilty of being caught by the principal wife, and he hurriedly picked up clothes to wear.

After Yang Qingheng put on her clothes, she looked back and saw that the man was so panicked that he put on his shirt inside out. The corners of his mouth twitched and he kicked his buttocks: "Stupid!"

Song Hengjue followed her gaze and looked over. His ears were red and he glared at her, "You are still smiling. If you are caught, Tang Bainian will divorce you for cheating on her."

Song Hengjue was going crazy when he wanted Tang Bainian and Yang Qingheng to divorce. He wished he could move the Civil Affairs Bureau to the Tang family and divorce them, but as Yao Ying said, even if he wanted to be with Yang Qingheng again, even if No matter how much he wants a status, Yang Qingheng should not have to bear the consequences.

He was the one who forced the divorce in the first place. He felt sorry for Yang Qingheng and deserved to wait as long as he had to wait.

"Tang Bainian doesn't beat women, but if he does, he'll beat you, the adulterer." Yang Qingheng said.

Even now, I'm still in the mood to defend that bitch!

Song Hengjue felt unbalanced, secretly scolded the man outside, put on his shoes and ran towards the window.

Fortunately, Yang Qingheng had quick eyesight and quick hands to stop him, otherwise he would have jumped down.

"You don't want your life. This is the twelfth floor, idiot!" She hit him hard on the head and checked the window twice to seal it tightly.

As soon as he finished speaking, another tentative voice came from outside: "Yang Qingheng? Are you in there?"

"Here, I just woke up, wait for me for a while." Yang Qingheng responded quickly.

Turning around, he frowned and slapped Song Hengjue: "I'll go out and send him away. Don't make a sound. If you dare to jump down, I'll beat you to death."

When Song Hengjue realized that this was the twelfth floor, his neck was so frightened that his neck went cold. How dare he? He nodded honestly.

Yang Qingheng straightened her collar, opened the door and went out, then closed the door to block Tang Bainian's eyes.

"Why do you have time to come to my place today? You're not busy anymore?"

Tang Bainian glanced in the direction of the lounge, always feeling a little weird, but couldn't grasp the exact feeling.

Shaking his head: "I took half a day off. The police station just called me and told me about the case last time. I came over to talk to you."

"Would you like tea? Sit down and talk." Yang Qingheng pointed in the direction of the sofa and went to make a pot of tea herself.

Tang Bainian sat down casually, picked up the pillows next to him and piled them into the corner. When he saw a dark blue color that had nothing to do with the sofa, he paused and stretched out two fingers to pick it up: "This is it?"