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

Pan Changshu was escorted by several security guards, and he saw Boss Zhang as soon as he came out.

Boss Zhang looked at the embarrassed man in front of him and was slightly shocked: "Mr. Pan, what are you doing?"

"I had a little conflict with Tang Bainian's wife, it's not a big problem." Pan Changshu didn't expect to be seen by an acquaintance when he came out. He felt shameless, so he simply said something vague.

Normally, if Boss Zhang heard that Yang Qingheng was provoked, he would not be surprised. After all, as the wife of the Tang family, she was not able to go against the Qiao family behind Pan Changshu.

However, having seen the scene where Song Hengjue was obedient to Yang Qingheng, he was completely shocked when he heard the news. He hesitated and muttered: "What did you do to provoke that plague god?"

"What did you say?" Pan Changshu didn't hear clearly and poked his head over.

Boss Zhang originally wanted to remind him, but when he thought of how ugly he had been in front of Yang Qingheng before, he suddenly fell silent and waved his hand: "It's nothing."

The gloating in his eyes was almost suppressed.

Why should he be the only one to make a fool of himself? These young boys should also suffer some losses and let him know who he can and cannot mess with.

Thinking of how miserable Pan Changshu was when he was taught a lesson, he almost laughed out loud.

Yang Qingheng didn't know the farce here. Seeing that the matter was almost settled, he went to the toilet and took the girl outside.

"You were frightened today. Go ask for leave from the leader and go back to rest. If something happens, the police will summon you." Yang Qingheng put his arm around her shoulders to comfort her, thinking of the arrogant Pan family. She looked worried and added, "If anything happens, you can call me." She took out a business card from her bag and put it in her hand.

The woman has been working here not long ago, and this is the first time she has encountered such a thing. She just heard Pan Changshu's harsh words and knew that she had probably offended someone she shouldn't. He said, his eyes burning: "Thank you."

It was the first time that Yang Qingheng heard someone address her with an honorific. She was stunned for a second and almost didn't react. She covered her lips with her fingers, which was a little funny: "I'm not that senior, so there's no need to call me that. Okay, come back quickly." Go home and rest."

He waved his hands and started walking forward.

Unexpectedly, the woman hesitated for a few seconds, did not obey her words and left, but followed her step by step, with red eyes and cautiously said: "Sister, I'm still a little scared, can you follow me first? I will join my boyfriend when he gets off work. Going home."

"Okay, then you can follow me first." Yang Qingheng saw her eyes as red as a rabbit, her stiff heart sank, nodded, and took her forearm to go outside.

As soon as he led people back to the hall, he saw Song Hengjue talking to a lady from a distance. He paused and strode over.

"The auction is over?"

When Song Hengjue heard the familiar voice, he shivered with fright. He subconsciously put his hands in his pockets and his eyes wandered for a moment: "Yes, why did you go so long?"

"Something happened, who is this?" Yang Qingheng didn't want to tell him about Pan Changshu's unlucky thing, so she turned to look at the lady beside her.

He looked like he was in his forties, and he looked like a stranger. He probably didn't move around much.

Song Hengjue's Adam's apple rolled, and he glanced at the lady to indicate that she could leave. He turned to Yang Qingheng with an indifferent expression: "My friend's wife happened to see her and came up to say hello."

His friend Yang Qingheng was not interested and nodded: "Since it's almost done, let's go and eat."

Song Hengjue breathed a sigh of relief and followed her step by step. He reached out to hold her arm, but was pushed away.

Taking a closer look, it turned out to be a strange woman who jumped out of nowhere.

Where did Yang Qingheng's friends come from, and why was he so ignorant of his expressions?

Song Hengjue murmured in his heart. Seeing that the woman's expression did not have any fluctuations, he did not become suspicious and remained silent on the other side of Yang Qingheng.

"Go have lunch nearby first, and we'll take you back later." Yang Qingheng nodded to her.

The woman nodded obediently: "Sister, is this the hotel on your business card? You have such a big hotel at such a young age. I have never seen such a powerful person like you before."

With a soft voice, Yang Qingheng understood almost instantly why he liked the woman who admired him.

Even though she knew this sentiment was despicable, she still had a moment of shameful thought...comfortable!

Just by looking at Yang Qingheng's expression, Song Hengjue knew how happy she was feeling now. Looking at the strange woman who wanted to cling to Yang Qingheng, her heart was alarmed. She stretched out her big hand, put her arms around Yang Qingheng's waist and pushed her into his arms: "Qing Heng, who is she?"

"Oh, this is my new friend, his name is Zhao Yan." Yang Qingheng patted his head before remembering to introduce him, but he didn't mention the incident in the bathroom just now, and took good care of Zhao Yan's emotions.

Song Hengjue's eyes flashed and he showed a friendly smile. However, only the woman opposite knew how unkind his eyes looked now: "Hello, Zhao Yan."

Zhao Yan gave a fake smile, and Song Hengjue was almost certain that if Yang Qingheng hadn't been there, this inexplicable strange woman would have even rolled her eyes at him in public.

"I forgot, there is still a contract that I haven't received yet. You two should wait for me here." Yang Qingheng frowned, feeling that she was really uncomfortable without Lotus Sun around her. If she usually had such a thing, she would have done it for her. , why should she bother herself.

Unfortunately, Lotus Sun was not in good health these past two days and asked for leave, so she could only arrange for Fang Nan to follow her.

Seeing that Yang Qingheng was gone, Song Hengjue left and showed his true face. His face was as cold as if he had just been dug out of the North Pole: "We are having dinner together as a couple, and it's not good for you to come here as a stranger."

He had ordered candlelight and flowers, and even hired someone to play the violin. He was just waiting to enhance his relationship with Yang Qingheng, so why not follow a light bulb!

Song Hengjue was about to explode when he thought of such a scene.

Fang Nan on the side felt relieved when he saw that someone had finally caused trouble for the capitalist Song Hengjue. He patted Song Hengjue on the shoulder sincerely: "Mr. Song, I'm not talking about you. Since you are a friend of our Mr. Yang, let's have a meal with you." Mr. Yang doesn’t mind what happened to the meal, why are you so petty?”

"Yes, our sisters don't mind." Zhao Yan snorted coldly, reaching out to pull her clothes tightly.

Song Hengjue glanced at this sudden move subconsciously, and he was about to burst into flames at just one glance: "Whose clothes are you wearing!"

The gray-blue suit jacket belongs to someone else if it doesn't belong to Yang Qingheng.

Song Hengjue thought that when it snowed before, that woman Yang Qingheng would rather watch him freeze than put a coat on him. The feeling of gap suddenly came up, and his back molars tightened.

When Yang Qingheng came back with the documents, he saw Song Hengjue grabbing Zhao Yan's coat with an irritated expression on his face.

Her eyebrows twitched: "Song Hengjue, what are you doing?"

Song Hengjue was so jealous that his eyes were almost red, and he wanted to accuse him of grievances.

Unexpectedly, the woman next to her changed her face faster. She rushed up with red eyes, hugged Yang Qingheng's waist, tears in her beautiful eyes: "Sister, your boyfriend said that I am not worthy of wearing your coat, right?" It’s not particularly expensive, I…I’d better take it off and give it back to you.”

I am afraid that I have to unbutton my clothes.

It was really possible that Song Hengjue's words came from the petty mind of Song Hengjue. Yang Qingheng's lips twitched and he fastened the buttons for her softly: "He is very possessive and petty. Don't listen to him. My clothes are so cute." It's for whoever wears it, clothes are for people to wear, don't think too much about how expensive they can be."

"Sister, you are so kind." Zhao Yan said softly.

Fang Nan was stunned as he watched, secretly giving a thumbs up: So this is the green tea in other people's mouths, a great move, really great!

This routine was like pressing Mr. Song's brain to the ground and rubbing it.