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

Looking at Yang Qingheng's face, she felt annoyed. She raised the corners of her lips slightly and sneered close to her ear: "Yang Qingheng, you are destined to be unable to rob me, so you might as well be honest to avoid asking for trouble."

After saying that, take it and turn around gracefully.

Uncle Liu said with a dark face: "Wait a minute! Who said I'm going to sell it to you!"

Qiao Xihe's proud smile froze on her face, and her eyes were stunned.

Uncle Liu was disgusted. He picked up the money on the table and threw it back. He yelled: "You look so cute to Zhou Zhengyi. Why are you talking about money, money, money? Who cares about your two pieces of money? Take your money and get out of here." !”

Yang Qingheng had expected such a scene and burst into laughter.

Uncle Liu doesn't care about fame and money, otherwise the winery would not be so small until now.

Qiao Xihe's face was filled with innocence as she was ridiculed, especially Yang Qingheng's laughter, which seemed to slap her in the face, making her so embarrassed that she wanted to tear her face off.

Now he had to regain his position. He slapped the table and said, "You old man, don't be ungrateful. Do you know who I am?"

She is the daughter of the mayor's family, but he still dares to make irresponsible remarks over a bottle of wine!

Uncle Liu put on his reading glasses and raised his chin towards Yang Qingheng: "Who is she?"

"The only daughter of Mayor Qiao's family." Yang Qingheng responded.

After hearing this, Uncle Liu's face changed, and he was so dark that he could drip water. He snatched back his wine, as if he was afraid of getting something dirty. He picked up the rag on the table and almost scratched the skin of the wine bottle, and drank violently. A voice said: "Get out! Who let you in? Get out! Let me see you in my winery again and break your legs."

As he said that, he dropped the bottle and went to get the broom.

Qiao Xihe was startled and hurriedly walked outside. His face was pale and angry: "You crazy dog!"

Yang Qingheng was also startled by his sudden anger, and quickly calmed him down: "Don't be angry, don't be angry, why are you angry with her?"

Uncle Liu gritted his teeth and sat down for a long time without catching his breath. He said angrily: "It turns out she is the grandson's daughter. I said she shouldn't have been allowed in in the first place when she was so angry!"

Yang Qingheng knew that Tang Bainian's parents knew Qiao Jiajun, and as a friend of Tang's father, he should have heard of it, but he didn't expect that he would react so strongly, with confused eyes: "Uncle Liu, do you have any issues with the Qiao family?"

"Don't talk about this, it's just annoying." Uncle Liu waved his hands. After being so angry, he no longer had the mood to entertain her, so he asked her to go back after chatting for a few common words.

Qiao Xihe was driven out and made a fool of herself in front of Yang Qingheng. Her sense of superiority seemed to be shattered, which made her feel extremely bad.

As soon as he came out, he saw a familiar person. His eyes lit up and he quickened his pace: "Mr. Song, long time no see."

"It's you again." As soon as Song Hengjue got out of the car to take a breath, he saw Qiao Xihe's annoying face and almost gave himself a big mouth.

Why didn't you listen to Yang Qingheng and stay in the car?

"Mr. Song is also here to buy wine. Then you are late. All the wine here is sold out. Moreover, the boss is arrogant and has no quality. I guess the wine is not good." Qiao Xihe sighed and smiled charmingly, "But I do have some imported foreign wine at home, and I think Song always appreciates it. If you like it, I will deliver it to your home in two days."

Why can’t this woman understand other people’s faces?

Song Hengjue looked calm and took a step back to refuse: "Since this is the wine brought back from abroad by Miss Qiao, I still don't want it. You can keep it and drink it yourself."

Qiao Xihe thought he was being polite, her eyes flashed slightly, thinking of her plan, she enthusiastically invited: "Mr. Song, I invited a master to make fireworks for me some time ago. I took my friends to watch it during New Year's Eve. I don't know. Can you give me a favor?"

Song Hengjue subconsciously wanted to refuse, but the last time she tripped Yang Qingheng flashed through her mind. She had an idea and nodded: "Miss Qiao invited me, how could I refuse? I will definitely go to the appointment on time, but I prefer Quiet."

"Don't worry, Mr. Song, I will be the only one at that time and I will never disturb you." Qiao Xihe was excited, but pretended to be reserved on his face.

Song Hengjue's words were just what she meant. They were originally fireworks to cultivate a relationship with him. She had made up all the friends. Now that he had brought it up, it was easier for her. She didn't have to make up excuses to convince his group of friends not to come temporarily. .

From the corner of his eye, Song Hengjue saw a graceful figure behind a tree not far away. His heart trembled, and he was so frightened that he took a step back and distanced himself from Qiao Xihe to prove his innocence.

Qiao Xihe was surprised: "What's wrong?"

When Song Hengjue met Yang Qingheng's teasing gaze, his head was about to explode. He couldn't think of dealing with her, so he impatiently asked, "Miss Qiao, don't you have to go back to work? You are so busy every day?"

"Of course I want it." Qiao Xihe wanted to say something else, but saw the man's cold face and sat in his car.

After Qiao Xihe's car disappeared in the distance, Yang Qingheng leisurely came out from behind the tree and raised his chin to Song Hengjue: "Hey, we had a pretty good chat. What, did the blind date succeed?"

"What are you talking about? I don't want to date anyone except you." Song Hengjue quickly expressed his loyalty and hugged her waist to please her.

"Go away, don't disgust me with these words." Yang Qingheng rolled his eyes and got into the car.