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

When Song Hengjue saw his wife running away, he followed her without stopping.

Qiao Xihe's men looked at the two lovers who ran away after causing trouble, holding the hot potato in their arms, dumbfounded.

No, they don't want to be left behind during the Chinese New Year, so he, a lonely man, doesn't have to go home? Inhumane!

The young man glanced at the capitalist boss in his arms who usually scolded him and was always finding fault with him. He felt extremely reluctant and sent Qiao Xihe to the hospital with a dark face.

"Go to my house?" Song Hengjue turned to look at the woman next to him and hooked her little finger.

Yang Qingheng rolled her eyes at him: "How about I crawl back?"

"That's not possible, it's too dangerous. You go to my house to stay one night first, and I'll take you back tomorrow morning." Song Hengjue grinned, showing his neat white teeth, and smiled like a successful fool.

"Anxin drives your car, don't laugh, it's so scary at night." Yang Qingheng smiled sullenly.

Song Hengjue pursed his lips and turned to argue with her, but saw the woman put her coat over her head and fell asleep.

After taking a look, he saw that it was already two o'clock in the morning, and he closed his mouth.

The car drove slowly into the yard. Although the sound of the wheels hitting the grass was not loud, it was still noticed by Yao Ying, who had been waiting inside all night. She rushed out of the villa with a big pot and ladle. When she saw her son getting out of the car, she was furious. Without hitting any place, he rushed up with a big pot and ladle.

"Song Hengjue, you kid didn't even know you were coming back. What's the point of this! You have to make me angry to death, right?" A New Year's Eve person would disappear after the New Year's Eve dinner, the bowls wouldn't be put away, and the floor wouldn't be swept away. Look at her Don't kill him!

"Oh, it's late at night, Mom, please be quiet." Song Hengjue saw his own mother playing with a big pot and ladle in a manner that threatened him, and screamed out in fright, thinking that Yang Qingheng was still asleep in the car, holding her hands. He held the pot and spoon in his mouth and whispered a reminder.

Yao Ying sneered: "You still know how to save face. Who is an old bachelor who goes out on New Year's Eve and comes back so late? If others know, he still won't laugh out loud."

The older the old lady got, the more sharp her mouth became, and there were a lot of crackles.

Song Hengjue could quarrel with her before, but after the old lady became ill, he had no choice but to be scolded. He stood there obediently and did not dare to make a sound, secretly praying that Yang Qingheng inside would not be awakened by them.

However, he was still dissatisfied, so Yang Qingheng opened the door and came out.

"Mom, what are you doing?"

When Yao Ying heard this call, she almost thought she was hallucinating. She turned around in a daze and stared at Yang Qingheng carefully.

He pinched his son's arm with his backhand, and when he realized that Song Hengjue gasped in pain, he was shocked.

Did Yang Qingheng call her mother?

Oh my god, Yang Qingheng called her mother!

He grinned and rushed forward, reaching out to take her arm. Thinking that he had just cooked at home, he subconsciously drew back and wiped his apron twice before stretching out again: "Qingheng, why are you here so late? , Wearing so little, is it cold? Go inside to warm yourself up.”

That flattering look was completely different from the fierce look just now.

Song Hengjue looked at his biological mother, whose expression changed faster than turning the page in a book. The corners of her mouth twitched, and she rolled her eyes in her heart, and followed the two women honestly.

"Mom, what are you doing?" Yang Qingheng pointed at the pot and spoon in Yao Ying's hand, not knowing why.

It's so late at night, this outfit is really weird.

Yao Ying laughed dryly, after all, he was in front of his daughter-in-law, not to mention that his son had not coaxed him back yet, so he still wanted to save some face for his son. He shook his head and did not say that he came out to beat his son.

"It's not the New Year's Eve. I'm cooking glutinous rice balls inside, and you just happened to be here too. Let's eat together and celebrate the New Year together."

Yang Qingheng nodded and they went in together.

Fang Nan saw clearly who came in and almost jumped up from the sofa: "Yang...Yang Qingheng?!"

"Do you have any opinions?" Song Hengjue came out of the kitchen holding glutinous rice balls and glanced sideways at him.

"No, no, Sister Yang, please sit down." Fang Nan helped Yang Qingheng pull out the chair.

Turning around, he saw Song Hengjue on the side with the corners of his mouth raised and his tail wagging to the sky, and he rolled his eyes.

Oh, I'm so proud, it's not the time when I came to him crying and told him that I wanted to be Yang Qingheng's mistress.

He saw that Yang Qingheng was still too soft-hearted, so he should give the capitalist a hard time first to prevent him from getting so angry.

Fang Nan snorted in his heart and deliberately sat down next to Yang Qingheng, occupying the first seat next to her.

Song Hengjue's expression changed, and he walked over to grab the other one, only to find that Yao Ying had been prepared and sat down on him before he came over.

"Yang Qingheng." He gritted his teeth, grabbed Yang Qingheng's sleeve, and looked at her eagerly.

Yang Qingheng was confused: "What's wrong?"

"Qingheng, don't pay attention to him. I cooked it with brown sugar water. It's delicious. It's also filled with peanuts that you like. You can eat two more." Yao Ying glanced at her son and took Yang Qingheng's hand to kiss it. Make out hot.

Song Hengjue saw that no one here was paying attention to him, so he reluctantly found a seat opposite Yang Qingheng and sat down.

Fang Nan almost laughed out loud when she saw him shriveled up. He held the glutinous rice balls in his hand and waved them deliberately in front of him: "Oh, Hengjue, your chair is nice. Why do I feel so comfortable when I sit here?"

"Get out! Eat it or not!" Song Hengjue looked anxious at that.

It was almost three o'clock after they finished eating glutinous rice balls together. Yang Qingheng was so sleepy that she couldn't open her eyes and followed Yao Ying to the guest room on the second floor.

"I have tidied this room when I was cleaning the house two days ago. You can go to bed first. The clothes are the ones you had before. I also asked my aunt to wash them. You can wear them through your knuckles." Yao Ying ordered carefully, but turned around. I found my son coming over holding a quilt.

The bathrobe on her body was slightly open, revealing her reddish chest, and her hair was still wet with the mist from just taking a shower, just like the seductive vixen outside.

His expression changed, and he slapped him on the head: "Damn boy, where are you going with your worthless look? Go back to your own room!"

Song Hengjue rubbed his head, confused: "If I don't sleep with Qingheng, who will I sleep with? Mom, don't worry about the couple's affairs. It's late at night, go back to bed." He reached out and gently pushed Yao Ying towards her. room to go.

Unexpectedly, Yao Ying slapped him on the head again with her backhand, and her face turned black with anger: "You are a couple, you have a bad reputation, I am here today, you don't want to go to Qingheng's room, Insulting people’s innocence!”

She naturally knew that her son and Qingheng were definitely not in a pure relationship, but when she looked at her son, she always felt morally corrupt, especially when she saw him holding the quilt and rushing into Yang Qingheng's room like a vixen, she felt so heartbroken. Yes, I feel guilty.

Tsk, his innocence has long been gone, and his mother is still putting it here to guard against him, so pedantic.

Song Hengjue murmured in his heart and looked in the direction of Yang Qingheng's room reluctantly. In the end, Yao Ying drove him to sleep in the room on the first floor.

After sitting for a long time, I glanced at the time. At half past three, I sneakily opened the door with my pillow in my arms.

At this time, his biological mother shouldn't still be out there.

When Song Hengjue saw no one outside, he grinned and walked out without taking two steps. He was slapped on the head again before he took two steps.