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

Song Hengjue finally let go.

Yang Qingheng was afraid that he would go crazy again, so he took the documents and hurried out: "A partner is looking for me. Stay here by yourself and don't wander around."

"I'm in my twenties and I won't get lost."

Song Hengjue got a big eye roll from Yang Qingheng before he finished speaking.

She doesn't know how to do anything, and is the first to get into trouble. She doesn't even look at him to see how bad his relationship with other people in the office is. Is she afraid that she will get lost? Is she afraid that he will cause trouble again and cause trouble for her?

Yang Qingheng came back an hour later. He took a sip of tea and felt that something was wrong. He patted his head, looked at the empty office, and asked Sun Rong, "Where is Song Hengjue?" Did he get into trouble again?

"You were in a meeting just now and I didn't go in specifically to tell you. Song Hengjue said he had gone back to the company." Sun Rong also had a headache when she thought about Song Hengjue's reputation in their company. Now that he is gone, she also breathed a sigh of relief.

Oh, he knows how to make progress. I don’t know, I thought his company didn’t want him anymore.

Yang Qingheng raised her eyebrows and felt much better. She patted Lotus Sun on the shoulder: "It's noon. Let's go and have dinner together in the canteen. I'll treat you."

Sun Rong put down the folder and followed her, shaking her head and smiling softly. If Song Hengjue's petty mind knew that Yang Qingheng was so happy after he left, he didn't know what he would do to cause trouble.

Boxiang Building.

"Song...Mr. Song?" Mo Yao saw the man coming out of the exclusive elevator clearly and almost couldn't believe his eyes.

Song Hengjue walked out slowly and nodded towards her: "Why don't you go eat at noon?"

"Me...me? Go, I'll be there later." Mo Yao became even more confused. After the man left, he pinched the inside of his arm hard and gasped in pain.

Turning to the colleague next to him, he was surprised: "Are you sure he was talking to me just now?"

"Tsk, I'm afraid it's not because I took Xiaoyao Pill that I'm in such a good mood." The colleague next to him was also surprised. He glanced at the time and saw that it wasn't even the time to get off work.

But it doesn’t matter what he ate, as long as he comes back.

Fang Nan left first, and their workload suddenly increased. Unexpectedly, the boss also disappeared later. Not to mention every three days, he was not seen even once every half a month.

Working overtime every day, even a mule would work like this.

Looking up, he saw Mo Yao throwing down a pile of information books and heading outside, strangely, "I didn't just come back, where are you going?"

"The capitalists have already told us to go eat, what are you doing here?" Mo Yao laughed.

He is not active in eating and has problems with his thinking.

Several people looked at each other and suddenly realized that there was a sound of tables and chairs being moved in the office.

Mo Yao was in a good mood because he got off work early, but before he got on the elevator, a familiar voice came from behind: "Secretary Mo, come to my office."

Mo Yao's smile froze on his face and he turned around bravely: "Mr. Song, do you have any orders?"

Song Hengjue just glanced at her lightly and entered the office alone.

"Secretary-General, it's your hard work. It's up to you whether we can get a salary increase this time." Several people next to her almost laughed out loud, pretending to be sympathetic and patted her on the shoulder.

"Secretary-General, come on."

Song Hengjue looked like he didn't care much about anything. He suddenly came back this time and asked Mo Yao to come in to talk. Several people knew with their toes that Mo Yao was going to be a dog-headed military advisor again.

"You can just gloat over the misfortune, and remember to help me get a bigger portion of braised pork ribs," Mo Yao pouted, glared at a few people, and opened the door to Song Hengjue's office, "Mr. Song, what are your orders."

Song Hengjue stared out the window in a daze, suddenly came to his senses, pointed to the chair opposite: "Sit down, I have something to ask you." He poured her a cup of tea himself.

Mo Yao was flattered and felt uneasy. What a big favor this was. He said respectfully, "Mr. Song, you can tell me whatever you want. Apart from going up mountains of swords and seas of fire, as long as I can do it, I will work hard."

"What do I want you to do on Daoshan?" Song Hengjue was weird and cleared his throat, "That's right, after your previous suggestion, my friend is now in a good relationship with his girlfriend, but do you have any other ways to make them ...Well, is the relationship taking a further step?"

Mo Yao's scalp tightened: "You mean, you want her to divorce?"

"When did I say yes..." Song Hengjue retorted subconsciously, and finally broke the pot, "Just tell me if you can do anything. If this thing can be done, I will give you a big red envelope when we get married."

How much would it cost to get Song Hengjue to say the words "big red envelope"?

"How old is it?" When he heard the money, Mo Yao's eyes lit up and his mouth stopped working. After asking, he felt embarrassed and sat up straight with a dry cough. "The right medicine is the right medicine. Mr. Song, you have to follow me." Tell me about her marital status.”

As soon as she finished speaking, she wanted to give herself two big slaps on the face. She would rather demolish ten temples than ruin one marriage. What she did was immoral and immoral.

"two thousand."

The moment this number came out of Song Hengjue's mouth, the guilt in Mo Yao's heart disappeared, and he patted his chest with passion: "Mr. Song, don't worry, I will protect your marriage!"

"You are a sensible employee." Song Hengjue was satisfied and carefully told her about Yang Qingheng and Tang Bainian.

"There are children?!" Mo Yao almost bit his tongue.

孽 孽!

No matter how shameless Song Hengjue was, his face was now hot.

Mo Yao was very discerning and determined: "Since you have a child, this matter will be easy to handle. If the person you like has a close relationship with the child, then half of the problem will be solved if you solve the child."

Song Hengjue's Adam's apple rolled, and the look in her eyes was abnormal: "This is not good, killing someone is illegal."

Mo Yao: ...You don’t have to be so vicious as a person, even though you are the child of your love rival.

Song Hengjue looked at the strange look in the woman's eyes and knew that he was trying to make trouble. He was so embarrassed that he wanted to find a crack in the ground and crawl in: "It's okay, you can continue."

"As for how to please," Mo Yao said eloquently, "Children of this age are so easy to coax. You can give them whatever they like. When the time comes, if you ask them to go east, they will never go west."

Song Hengjue's fair knuckles rapped irregularly on the table, making a slight muffled sound: "What do you think would be a good gift?" If he remembered correctly, he had heard that Mo Yao had children at home.

This comes to Mo Yao's strengths. She said confidently: "A boy, even if you have guns, swords, building blocks, etc., if you don't understand, go to the mall and observe to see what children of this age like you." Whatever you buy, there won’t be any mistakes.”

"Secretary Mo, you are truly my soulmate!" Song Hengjue suddenly found his train of thought, patted the table and stood up, picked up his coat and walked outside.

Mo Yao was confused. Wasn't it true that he just came back and left now? Who should sign the document?