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

"Hmm." Yang Qingheng was confused for a while, her teeth were sore from biting on the sheets, and her body was trembling uncontrollably. It took a while before she recovered.

Listening to the sound of water coming from outside, the old face turned red.

She...she was so embarrassed just now!

Song Hengjue looked at the woman pretending to be dead on the bed, sneered, and lifted the quilt without mercy: "Get up and make it clear."

Yang Qingheng touched his face, his eyes wandering, and knowing that what he said just now could not deceive him, he sat up honestly.

"I really didn't do it on purpose this time. If you want to blame it, blame it on your little Qingmei. She teamed up with Gu Yi to drug me,"

Song Hengjue sneered: "If you didn't go to have a private meeting with him, would the medicine appear in your cup out of thin air?"

"You didn't ask why Qingmei drugged me, but you came to make trouble for me instead. If Song Hengjue has a brain disease, go to the hospital for treatment. Don't make me crazy here!" Yang Qingheng couldn't believe it, and laughed angrily for a moment, gritting his teeth. He grabbed a pillow and hit him hard on the back.

"Take care of yourself." Song Hengjue looked coldly and kicked away the flying pillow. The air pressure was horribly low.

The sarcastic tone made Yang Qing's lungs so angry that he couldn't recover for a while: "Get out!"

outside the house.

Erniu shrank when he heard the crackling sounds inside and Yang Qingheng's roar.

A tigress is a tigress, and she actually went to such great lengths to marry such a dominatrix. Except for his brother, normal people really don't have this interest.

When he saw Song Hengjue coming out, he jumped up and said, "Brother Heng."

Song Hengjue's face was still dark, but she calmed down a bit when she saw him: "What's going on?"

Erniu looked around carefully for a few times, then sneakily came over and whispered: "Tang Bainian said we would discuss it tomorrow, so we don't break the promise."

"Well, apologize to him and treat him to a drink some other time when you are free." Song Hengjue pinched his eyebrows, feeling a little headache.

Erniu sighed, his tone unable to hide his disgust: "I would say you shouldn't have brought this trouble back in the first place. Day by day, you are causing trouble."

If that shameless woman hadn't secretly used Brother Heng's money to spend with other men, they wouldn't have been unable to pay for the goods. This time something happened again. If Tang Bainian hadn't been on good terms with them, this would have been impossible. This time we lose another partner.

"Okay, what's the use of talking about this now." Song Hengjue glanced at him lightly and strode outside.

Erniu quickly followed up and said in a hurried tone: "Brother Heng, the divorce you said is not true, is it?"

Song Hengjue looked coldly: "Can it be fake?"

Seeing that his tone was firm and not like a joke, Erniu scratched his head and grinned almost to the back of his head: "Brother, you finally see clearly that that woman is not worthy of you at all. It's better to leave her. It's better to leave her."

He felt inexplicably gloating in his heart, but he wanted to see how Yang Qingheng, that free-spirited, lazy woman, could survive without his brother Heng.

"Ah!" Yang Qingheng just put on his shoes and couldn't help sneezing loudly.

I touched my nose and felt a little warm in my ears for no reason.

I don't know who is talking about her.

Yang Qingheng thought to himself, feeling his stomach aching from hunger and wandering into the kitchen.

It was empty inside, even the iron pot was rusty, and it looked like there was something to eat somewhere.

I don’t know how long it’s been since I opened fire.

Thinking of this, she felt a little embarrassed.

She has been with Gu Yi since she was seventeen.

Don't look at the fact that Gu Yi has now come to Songjia Village to become an educated youth. She has at least graduated from high school. She claims to be half a scholar. She plans to eat commercial food with Gu Yi in the future. Naturally, she looks down on Song Hengjue.

What's more, this marriage was deceived by her parents for the gift, so she hated this marriage even more. In order to force Song Hengjue to divorce, she naturally made trouble.

She deliberately spent money lavishly, and openly set up a small pot at home, saying that unless she died, Song Hengjue would never eat at the same table, which made her mother-in-law almost mad to death.

Song Hengjue had to coax his biological mother to go back to her parents' home for a few days.

What kind of things did she do?

Yang Qingheng's face hurt, and she wished she could go back to half a year ago and give herself a big mouth.

I called you a slut, but now it’s over, I’ve offended everyone!

She wanted to cry but had no tears, and her eyes were black from hunger. Yang Qingheng sighed helplessly, resigned to her fate, washed her small pot, and planned to cook some porridge first to fill her stomach.

Seeing this, I felt even worse. The bottom of the dark rice vat had already been exposed, and I had eaten one meal but not another.

Song Hengjue just left, and he didn't know if he would be back in the evening.

Yang Qingheng was in a dilemma now. She had just quarreled with Song Hengjue, and he had said so much that it was absolutely impossible for her to surrender unless he killed her!

She simply didn't bother to pick vegetables from the vegetable patch. She just cooked a bowl of porridge and ate it down, finally feeling a little warm.

She was probably starving, but the plain white porridge actually smelled like sweet rice. If she hadn't been afraid that there would be no dinner tonight after finishing it, she would have swallowed the remaining half of the pot.

The top priority was to go to town to buy some rice and come back. After Yang Qingheng had eaten, she hurried back to the room and rummaged through the closet. Finally, she found two big unity sheets in the iron box on the mezzanine of the closet.

She didn't know whether it was hers or Song Hengjue's, but whoever it was, she had money to buy food anyway.

The next day, Yang Qingheng thought about buying food, so she got up early, cooked a sweet potato, ate it, and then went outside.

Instead of going directly to the village entrance, she turned a few paths and walked straight to the village chief's house.

There are two cows raised in the village. As long as it is not the busy farming season, the two cows will be mounted on the cart and serve as the only means of transportation in the village for everyone in the village to go to town.

In the past, Yang Qingheng disliked the muddy smell all over their bodies, so naturally she didn't want to squeeze in with them, but now she didn't have much money, so she could save it if she could, so she couldn't be shameless enough to squeeze in with them.

However, Yang Qingheng forgot that this was Songjia Village. Even if she was willing to squeeze in with others, others might not be willing to give her face.

As soon as they got closer, a laugh came from the oxcart: "Yang Qingheng, are you going out?"

Li Jiaoyan looked her up and down. After yesterday's incident, she also knew that Yang Qingheng would never trust her unconditionally again, so she simply broke the rules and acted condescendingly.

Yang Qingheng glanced at her lightly and didn't bother to pay attention.

Seeing her arrogant look, Li Jiaoyan became angry and sneered: "I heard that Brother Hengjue left the house yesterday and didn't come back all night. It's not because he dislikes you..."

She hesitated to speak, and finally sighed and said seriously: "Qingheng, don't blame brother Hengjue, after all, which man can accept that his woman's body is dirty."

Others don't know, but she knows it very well.

The amount of medicine she gave Yang Qingheng yesterday was quite large, and she wouldn't have been able to cure it without a man's help.

Song Hengjue was so angry, so Yang Qingheng was destined to sleep with Gu Yi.

I don’t know how Yang Qingheng finished it so quickly yesterday. Li Jiaoyan regretted it. If she had brought someone there earlier yesterday, she would have caught the problem.

Hearing this, everyone looked at Yang Qingheng strangely, with the same disdain in their eyes.

In this era of strict control over work style, if you break your shoes, you will be criticized and written a self-criticism.

If the Yang Qingheng of the past was arranged like this by others, he would have wanted to die to prove his innocence, but the current Yang Qingheng would not.

Having experienced so much in her previous life, she clearly understood that as long as she showed cowardice now, it would undoubtedly encourage the bad taste of these busybodies, and she would be greeted with even harsher suspicions and accusations.

She smiled slightly, and even the smile in the corner of her eyes did not waver: "Sister Jiaoyan, you are such a yellow-flowered girl, why do you talk about being dirty every day? I don't know, I thought this is what you go to school to learn every day. There’s something pickled.”

Li Jiaoyan's expression changed.

Just as she was about to accuse, Yang Qingheng didn't give her a chance to speak.

"Besides, how did you know that my man dislikes me, and you went to listen to me? Our Hengjue left yesterday obviously because..." She said meaningfully, and her face turned slightly red at the end, "because he was shy."

That proud look almost made Li Jiaoyan angry to death.

This sharp-tongued bitch!

There was a sneer in my ears, and a familiar man's voice came from behind: "Didn't I tell you to have a good rest at home, why did you run out so early in the morning?"