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

Song Hengjue was stunned and subconsciously turned to look at Yang Qingheng.

He finally got a chance to get along with her, and he was going to the police station?

Yang Qingheng felt weak at the sight of him and said helplessly, "Cooperate well with my work."

"I don't want to go." Song Hengjue pursed her thin lips into a straight line and held her fingers tightly in a completely dependent manner.

"I want to ask you a few words, don't spend your whole life away from that dead child." The policeman looked at Song Hengjue looking at Yang Qingheng with a sad expression as if he was going to the execution ground, and the blue veins on his forehead jumped twice.

Day in and day out, working overtime and making him look bad is really unqualified.

Song Hengjue watched Yang Qingheng close the car door and the car disappeared from sight. His expression suddenly changed, and he turned around and glanced at the policeman coldly: "Single dog, you know nothing."

"It's great to have a girlfriend." The police officer laughed angrily, used force on his hand, and roughly pushed him into the police car.

He got into another police car at the back and looked at the couples and couples outside, his serious face instantly froze.

...It seems a bit remarkable?

Two hours later, Pan Zhen finally saw Song Hengjue coming out of the interrogation room with two policemen.

His eyes were wandering, and he stayed in the corner without uttering a word, for fear that Song Hengjue would settle the score with him for what he had reported. He only breathed a sigh of relief when he saw Song Hengjue go to another room, walked vigorously, and excitedly held the policeman's hand. , bursting with snot and tears: "How about it, Mr. Police, what did he say? Does the liar have any clues?"

Pan Zhen's heart was bleeding. He was so happy when he received Miss Xu's order, but now he is so broken.

One hundred tons, that's one hundred tons of metal. If this batch of goods cannot be sold, how can his company still operate?

Especially after Qiao Xihe took away all the company's working capital, he was looking forward to the return of this batch of goods.

"It has nothing to do with them. I am not familiar with the Miss Xu you are talking about. We have lost contact with her a long time ago. Instead, it is you who have been in contact with her." The policeman felt something was wrong, but Song Hengjue had good reasons and he could not ask at all. What comes out.

"You are the police, why are you so useless!" Pan Zhen's hope was shattered and he lost his mind and cursed.

The policeman looked at his arrogant look, his fists itched, and he gritted his teeth to swallow the anger: "Sir, please explain clearly, what have you lost?"

"I...I lost hundreds of tons of metal." After hearing this, Pan Zhen was stunned for a moment, and it took a long time before he hesitated to speak.

The policeman looked coldly: "As far as I know, your metal has always been in your warehouse. Moreover, even if someone has extraordinary skills, they cannot quietly transport hundreds of tons of your metal away."

"You poor guy, what's your attitude? Believe it or not, I will file a complaint against you." Pan Zhen later realized that this man was mocking him.

When the scolded police officer heard the complaint, he looked cold and did not refute it.

The young and energetic auxiliary police officer on the side did not have such a good temper. He sneered and a clear voice sounded in the office: "I already said it myself, my company is called a fraud company. If you fall for it, who can blame you?"

Zhapian? Scam!

Pan Zhen's mind went blank, his eyes went dark, and he almost fainted.

He was actually kept being played around by that woman, and she was treated as a joke.

Unexpectedly, he was blinded by the profit and blinded by the lard, so he was so stupid that he took the bait without any suspicion!

After leaving the police station in a daze, the man in his fifties squatted on the street and cried like a homeless man.

It's over, it's over.

The crying didn't stop, and he was showered with a bucket of water. A tall man rushed out cursing, kicked him on the back, and made him fall to the ground like a dog eating shit, squealing.

"Damn it, you stinky beggar, get out of here! I'll kill you for interfering with my business."

What is the taste?

Pan Zhen felt dizzy from the fall, and before he could react, he smelled a familiar strange smell on his body, which seemed to be the smell of stinky feet.

My stomach was churning, and I almost vomited out the overnight meal.

police station.

It was already eleven o'clock at night when Song Hengjue came out again. The streets were dark and only a few restaurants were open. The biting cold wind came in through his sleeves and he couldn't help but sneeze.

Probably because he was moved by the scene, the bitterness in his stomach surged up, and his eyes became sore.

That woman Yang Qingheng really doesn't care about him anymore.

Desperately, he got into Fang Nan's car.

"Where to go?" Fang Nan glanced at the man in the back seat.

"Bar." Song Hengjue was in a bad mood, thinking that having a drink would make him forget all these troubles.

"You're drunk, Yang Qingheng said that you must be sent home today and you are not allowed to go anywhere," Fang Nan said, "Especially the bar."

Song Hengjue remembered the trouble he caused when he went to the bar last time, and how he quarreled with Yang Qingheng when he came back. He shuddered, but he didn't want to be the loser: "You are not allowed to ask any questions, there is so much nonsense."

Fang Nan secretly rolled his eyes and kept saying, "The Qiao family has been investigated."

"What's going on?" Song Hengjue sat up straight after hearing the name Qiao.

"I heard that someone reported that Qiao Jiajun was accepting bribes. The superiors took it very seriously and sent people down to investigate that day. Qiao Jiajun has now been detained," Fang Nan said.

"Who reported it?" Song Hengjue's face turned dark. The evidence he finally found turned into waste paper overnight, which would make anyone angry.

"It's a small clerk. I heard the evidence is solid." Otherwise, he still wouldn't be able to shake Qiao Jiajun.

Damn it, let Tang Bainian take the lead.

Song Hengjue was so angry that he almost vomited blood. Thinking that that bitch Tang Bainian could claim credit in front of Yang Qingheng again made him feel more uncomfortable than killing him.

Damn vixen.

Fang Nan glanced at the rearview mirror and nodded. If the evidence could be collected so completely and arranged so carefully, there would probably be no one else except Tang Bainian, the deputy director.

But... if word spreads about backstabbing his boss, his career will probably come to a halt.

After all, whoever doesn’t do something small is not afraid that his bad things will be exposed by others.

Judging from this matter, Tang Bainian's cheating man didn't have any feelings for Yang Qingheng.

On the other side, Yang Qingheng received the news just as she was on the road. She hung up the phone from Lotus Sun and looked at the brightly lit villa, but she didn't have the courage to step in.

She had been unwilling to tell Tang Bainian about the kidnapping at first because she was afraid that something like this would happen. Tang Bainian finally got to where he is today, and it was because of her that he was ruined. In the eyes of Tang's father and Mu Huihe, she must be He has become a troublemaker in their eyes.

The nanny opened the door just at this time, and her expression was much more serious than usual.

Yang Qingheng's heart thumped and her throat tightened. She didn't even bother to say hello to her, so she gritted her teeth and pushed open the door to go in.

"Mom and Dad, I'm back."