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

Still...there is still this way to deal with it?

Song Hengjue was stunned.

"What are you looking at? Let's go." Yang Qingheng laughed at his shocked look and waved her hand twice in front of him.

Song Hengjue came to his senses with a start, strode after her, murmured, grabbed her hand, held it in his palm, and clasped his fingers together: "I thought you weren't coming."

"How dare I not come? If I don't come, someone might scold me for an unknown amount of time, and he might even cry." Yang Qingheng pinched her nose and felt weird.

According to this man's temperament, he wouldn't cry a lot, but he could be angry for a long time. He would talk to her every day, just like a repeater. Yang Qingheng still didn't know how petty he was.

"This is all your slander!" Song Hengjue frowned and refused to admit it.

Yang Qingheng sneered and let his hand be held in his palm, leading him to wander aimlessly on the street.

There are people everywhere, lights everywhere, and it’s lively.

The cell phone in Song Hengjue's pocket rang. He picked it up and looked at it. It was an unfamiliar number: "Hello, how are you?"

"Song Hengjue, when are you coming over? I've been waiting here for a long time, and my feet are numb." Qiao Xihe's coquettish and complaining voice came from the other side.

Song Hengjue's face was livid, and he put the phone away, disgust almost overflowing from his eyes.

Yang Qingheng raised her eyebrows and mouthed: "Who is it?"

Song Hengjue shook his head at her and said to Qiao Xihe on the other side of the phone: "Miss Qiao, I've arrived at the riverside, but there are too many people and I can't find you. I'm not very familiar with this area, can you come to me? "

"Are you here? Okay, just stand where you are and I'll look for you." Qiao Xihe thought he had regretted it. When he heard what he said, his face jumped with joy. He hung up the phone and looked for the riverside.

The wind was so strong at night that she shivered from the cold and sneezed several times.

Song Hengjue threw the phone into his pocket, looked at Yang Qingheng's probing eyes, and explained: "Qiao Xihe."

"What kind of damaging move are you thinking about?" Yang Qingheng remembered what he had just said to Qiao Xihe and burst into laughter.

Qiao Xihe is so arrogant and does not take others seriously. It is the limit for her to take the initiative to pursue a man. If she knows that she has been tricked by Song Hengjue, she will not be angry to death.

Song Hengjue snorted coldly: "What's wrong with this? I haven't settled the accounts with her for what she did to you before."

That vicious woman had better wash her neck and wait for him. Sooner or later, she will feel better.

Yang Qingheng rubbed his ears as a reward.

A burst of electricity shot up to the top of his head. Song Hengjue's Adam's apple rolled and his lower abdomen tightened. He glared at her with a cover-up, and said with stern expression, "Can a man's ears be touched randomly?"

"Oh, then I won't touch it next time." Yang Qingheng glanced at him lightly, then turned to pick something from the stall.

There were scarves all over the floor, with bright colors and novel styles. They looked pretty good. She took a pink one and a blue one and compared them around her neck. She was a little satisfied but a little hesitant.

Song Hengjue saw the woman walking away with a calm face, losing three of her seven souls. He followed her step by step and hurriedly explained: "Yang Qingheng, I didn't mean that."

Seeing that the woman still ignored her, he stretched out a little finger and hooked her sleeve: "Don't be angry."

Still not getting an answer from Yang Qingheng, his nose felt sore, he grabbed her fingers and put them on his ears, saying with a nasal voice like an angry little daughter-in-law: "I'm just kidding, I'll touch it for you, only you."

"What are you doing?" Yang Qingheng was so focused that she looked back and saw that the man had a sad face and a red nose. He looked so aggrieved that she thought she had bullied him.

Song Hengjue found that she finally paid attention to him, her face was like snow melting and spring flowers blooming. He held her finger to his mouth and carefully bit her knuckle: "Don't be angry."

Seeing his cautious look, Yang Qingheng finally remembered and couldn't help laughing: "What's there to be angry about? It's stupid."

Only then did Song Hengjue realize that he had misunderstood. Not only was he not unhappy after being scolded, but he felt sweet in his heart.

"Does this one look better or this one?" Yang Qingheng became more interested in shopping. She compared two scarves around her neck and looked at Song Hengjue.

"Both of these look good on you," Song Hengjue looked at them carefully, as if he was conducting a serious study, "but I think you look best in pink."

Very energetic and suits her well.

"The pink one is not suitable to wear anywhere. At my age, it looks young, and the blue one is good and easy to match." Yang Qingheng hesitated, and finally put the pink one back.

She has no occasion to wear this color, and there is no use buying it back.

"Nonsense, how can you be this age when you are in your twenties? You can wear it at any age, but you look good in this." Song Hengjue was unhappy and retorted to her. He quickly paid the money and bought both of them.

When I was only a few years old, I started saying this kind of depressing words every day.

It must be that shameless cheater Tang Bainian who brainwashed her and made her so frustrated!

Song Hengjue curled his lips inwardly, pulled the pink scarf, and wrapped it around her neck forcefully. The more he looked at it, the more satisfied he became: "You can wear this and go shopping with me today."

After saying that, he was silent for a moment and subconsciously touched his face, feeling uneasy.

It seems that Wai looks a little too young and doesn't match him. What if others misunderstand that he is her brother? Not good, not good.

Song Hengjue regretted it, but seeing that Yang Qingheng had accepted the scarf, he didn't dare to ask her to take it off.

"Let's go." Yang Qingheng took another scarf wrapped by the stall owner and raised his chin towards Song Hengjue.

Song Hengjue hesitated, his feet seemed to be frozen in place: "Are you leaving now?" He looked back at the stall several times.

Yang Qingheng took it for granted: "What else?"

"Otherwise you'll forget something if you think about it again." Song Hengjue gritted his teeth, hooked her sleeve with his little finger, and stared at her.

Yang Qingheng was weird. Just when he was about to ask, the stall owners beside him couldn't stand it anymore.

"What, girl, just buy two for yourself, or one for your boyfriend?"

Yang Qingheng was stunned for a moment, then turned around to see Song Hengjue's face steaming up because of this sentence. He laughed out loud. He carefully picked through the stalls, picked out a blue scarf and gestured to his face. There was also a scarf in the corner. It has a bear pattern, which is somewhat similar to hers.

"That's it, right?"

Song Hengjue looked at the scarf with his small eyes. His eyes were bright but he pretended to be reserved. He put his fist to his lips and coughed dryly: "It's all up to you."

It was also installed for him.

Yang Qingheng rolled his eyes, but from the bottom of his heart, he felt that Song Hengjue's coquettish appearance was annoying, so he happily surrounded him.

Hold his hand and walk outside.

It's a couple!

It's a couple!

It's a couple!

Song Hengjue was so excited that his palms were sweating, and he held Yang Qingheng's hand tightly.

It's a pity that Yang Qingheng couldn't hear his voice, otherwise he would have heard a boiling kettle screaming like crazy.

"Yang Qingheng?" A surprised call came from not far away.