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

Song Hengjue suddenly came back to his senses, his eyes wandering: "No, nothing happened."

"You don't want to talk," Yang Qingheng saw that he was being secretive and stopped asking, pointing to his pocket, "How many times has your phone rang? Are you deaf?"

Song Hengjue quickly picked up: "Hello, hello, who are you?"

"Mr. Song, how do you think about the dinner I told you yesterday? I heard that you are interested in the land in the suburbs recently. It just so happens that my uncle who is in charge of the project is here today, so we can chat together." Qiao Xihe's voice came from the side.

On the surface it was just a chat, but the subtext was to make things easier for him.

Such a big temptation, I don’t believe Song Hengjue would not take the bait.

Qiao Xihe gritted her teeth. She had spent a lot of money this time and must succeed.

Unexpectedly, Song Hengjue heard these words and refused without blinking: "Ms. Qiao, thank you for your kindness, but I have been feeling unwell recently and cannot let the cold wind blow. I will make an appointment next time."

Qiao Xihe looked at the hung up call with a ferocious expression, and was so angry that he threw the phone to the ground.

You bitch, why don't you take a pee and look in the mirror? If he didn't have a few dollars, would she be able to fall in love with him?

How dare you hang up on her! Let’s see how she teaches him a lesson when she gets his property!

"Qiao Xihe?" When Yang Qingheng heard the words "Miss Qiao", she subconsciously pricked up her ears and sat a few centimeters closer.

Song Hengjue estimated the distance, suddenly stretched out his hand, and hugged her into his lap.

Yang Qingheng was so frightened that he yelled: "Don't worry about this dog-skin plaster."

"Don't bother me," Song Hengjue pinched her small earlobe and explained, "She invited me to dinner, but I didn't agree."

"Oh, she's quite nice to you." Yang Qingheng was amused, why did this person look like he was asking for credit and deliberately teased him.

Song Hengjue's expression suddenly changed, he was at a loss, and his breathing was erratic with anxiety: "I swear, I have absolutely nothing to do with her. The one who usually contacts her is my secretary. If you mind, I asked the secretary not to answer her calls. ”

But that shameless guy would call from another phone, and Song Hengjue cursed inwardly.

Seeing his pale face, Yang Qingheng knew that she had gone too far. She felt a little embarrassed and inserted her soft fingertips into his hair: "I'm kidding you. You are my intelligence team. You don't want the secretary to answer her call." , where should I go to find out about her?"

Song Hengjue was so angry that he bit her ear.

At the same time, the car slowly stopped.

Yang Qingheng saw the restaurant outside and was stunned for a second: "Is this restaurant newly opened? Why do I feel like I have never been here before?"

"My friend has a new car. Let's support him." Song Hengjue carefully helped her get out of the car.

When he said this, his eyes wandered for a moment.

In fact, he and the owner of the restaurant are just ordinary friends. The main reason why he likes this place is because it is a children's-themed restaurant with various small amusement facilities, which children absolutely love.

"Oh, it's quite cute." Yang Qingheng was surprised as soon as she entered. Even the tables and chairs were children's themed, with bright and generous colors. She felt inexplicably happy just looking at them.

Yang Qingheng, a mother, said this. Song Hengjue was even more sure that he had found the right restaurant. The palms in his pockets clenched into fists excitedly, and he said excitedly: "I also think Xuanxuan will like it here, right? I asked After passing the restaurant owner, adults can also go in and accompany the child, and then we can play with him together."

Thinking of their harmonious and friendly family of three, Song Hengjue's heart was filled with strength.

"It's not appropriate. They might dislike Xuan Xuan." Yang Qingheng shook his head. Not everyone likes small animals. Although Xuan Xuan has been vaccinated on time, according to most people's thinking, cats are just beasts. How could they let him Cats go to play with children.

"Why don't you hate it? I've already reserved the venue," Song Hengjue pouted, "If we step on the toys inside, we'll just have to pay them." He would get angry with anyone who stopped him from playing with his son today.

"It's up to you." The corner of Yang Qingheng's mouth twitched, and Xuanxuan convulsed like crazy from time to time. She was afraid that it would scratch Song Hengjue's handsome face, and she didn't know why he liked it so much.

Could it be same-sex attraction?

Yang Qingheng looked at Song Hengjue next to him and nodded to himself. Not to mention, one person and one cat have similar temperaments, and they are equally crazy.

Song Hengjue didn't know what Yang Qingheng was thinking, so he enthusiastically ordered a bunch of children's favorite dishes, all of which were light and healthy.

Yang Qingheng glanced outside and stood up: "Here he is, I'll pick him up."

arrive? !

Song Hengjue's heart stopped for a moment, and he subconsciously glanced at his attire. His hands were shaking nervously, and he suddenly began to regret it.

Why didn’t I prepare the lines for meeting the child for the first time at home?

What would he say later?

[Hello, Xuanxuan. 】

No, no, it's too formal and doesn't look approachable enough.

[Hello, little Xuanxuan, I am your mother’s friend. Just call me Uncle Song. 】

No, no, this is too familiar. After all, that boy is Tang Bainian's child. There is no way he has no feelings for Tang Bainian at all. What if he thinks he is taking advantage and has a bad impression of him.

Song Hengjue was running around anxiously, but he followed Yang Qingheng step by step, fearing that if he stepped too slowly, the child would think he was not enthusiastic enough.

"Mr. Yang, do you need me to wait for you here?" The driver held the cat bag and handed it to Yang Qingheng.

Yang Qingheng took a closer look at the cat in the bag and found that it was particularly well-behaved and had no convulsions today. Then he breathed a sigh of relief and shook his head: "No, I brought other drivers here. You can go back. If anything happens, I will give it to you." Call up."

"Okay, Mr. Yang." The driver nodded.

Song Hengjue wasn't sure what to say yet. Seeing that the car had left, Song Hengjue looked confused: "Xuan... where is your son?"

"Here you go." Yang Qingheng rolled his eyes, took out the cat from his bag and threw it directly into his arms.

He didn't seem to care about cats so much before, so why is he so interested in them recently?

Before Song Hengjue could react, a ball suddenly came into his arms. It was soft and furry, and he was so startled that he almost threw it away.

"what!!!!!"

"Be careful," Yang Qingheng was also frightened by his scream. He rushed over and hugged the little thing. Looking at Xuan Xuan who was screaming in fear and grinning at Song Hengjue, he also laughed angrily and glared fiercely. He glanced at Song Hengjue and said, "Can you shut that mouth of yours?"

Not to mention the cat, she would be frightened by him!

"No, don't come over!" When Song Hengjue saw her coming over with that little thing in her arms, his hair stood on end and his brain exploded.

Yes, I am afraid of cats.

The corner of Yang Qingheng's mouth twitched: "...Song Hengjue, can you get off the table first?"