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

Song Hengjue's lips trembled: "Take that thing away first."

"It doesn't bite." Yang Qingheng was amused and glanced at the cat bag not far away, which was placed in the corner of the amusement facility.

Song Hengjue then put down his legs from the door tremblingly, with an ugly expression on his face: "Is this the Xuanxuan you are talking about?"

Yang Qingheng looked at his ugly face and knew that he had misunderstood something. She almost laughed out loud when she thought of the last time Song Hengjue held Mingyu's child and made people call him daddy.

"You're still laughing, why didn't you explain it to me at the beginning?" Song Hengjue pursed his lips, a little aggrieved, feeling like the biggest joke in the world now.

Yang Qingheng laughed: "I didn't know that the circuitry in your head was so strange. By the way, you didn't mean to prepare a gift for our son. Let me see." She stretched out a hand, confidently, and a little gloating.

"No, let's eat." Song Hengjue thought of the house of building blocks and toy guns that he had prepared, and felt secretly annoyed. He didn't know how to laugh at him if this woman knew about it.

Yang Qingheng knew that he was embarrassed, so she did not continue to tease him and simply sat down.

But she found that the man opposite him had not moved his chopsticks for a long time. He lowered his head and didn't know what he was thinking. She looked over strangely and said: "Are you angry? I really didn't mean to lie to you. Who knew you could misunderstand such a thing."

"You can eat it yourself first, I'll go to the bathroom." Song Hengjue muttered, pushing away her extended hand, leaving her with only the back of her head.

Yang Qingheng looked at the man's angry and speechless back, and touched the tip of his nose.

Gee, you have such a bad temper.

"Qing Heng? Why are you here?" At the same time, a surprised and familiar voice sounded outside the door, and Mu Huihe and Dad Tang pushed the door in from the outside.

Yang Qingheng's face was stiff, and he breathed a sigh of relief when he saw that Song Hengjue had disappeared around the corner.

Mu Huihe hugged her shoulders affectionately, with a strange look in her eyes: "I saw you from far away. I said it was you. Bainian's father still didn't look like him, so I said I have good eyes. It's impossible. That’s wrong, what are you doing here?”

She glanced at the table and saw two sets of tableware, and then glanced at the facilities not far away. This was clearly a children's-themed restaurant!

Yang Qingheng's heart trembled, and she pretended to be calm and explained: "I was just talking about cooperation with my partner and wanted to have a meal together. Unexpectedly, I happened to enter this restaurant. I didn't know if there were any other restaurants nearby, so I just went there. Let’s make do here.”

"Oh, you are so busy that you don't even get a break during meal times." Mu Huihe sighed and patted her back distressedly.

She turned around and met her husband's eyes, which was profound.

The peripheral vision frequently glanced at Yang Qingheng's belly, and she secretly smiled in her heart. From the way Qingheng looked at the Ming family's child, she knew she liked children. She had been looking forward to when Yang Qingheng would calm down and give birth to a child for her to play with. .

Looking at Yang Qingheng's appearance now, it should be soon.

The old lady was very happy, her legs no longer hurt, and her waist was no longer sore.

Yang Qingheng's hair stood on end. She didn't know when Song Hengjue would come back. She just wanted to leave here quickly, otherwise if the two groups of people met, she didn't know what kind of Shura field it would be.

He coughed dryly: "Mom and Dad, didn't you come out today to go shopping in the mall? If you don't go now, there will be more people after twelve o'clock, and you will have to queue up for a long time to check out."

Mu Huihe looked meaningfully at the children's amusement equipment not far away, waved her hand, slowly put down her bag and naturally sat down opposite Yang Qingheng: "I'm not in a hurry, mainly because I'm hungry, so I'll eat something here first. If we leave again, don’t you think her father is Bainian?”

Dad Tang was confused, but nodded quickly.

"The food here is not delicious." Yang Qingheng was nervous and paid close attention to the direction of the bathroom from the corner of his eye. His palms were wet with cold sweat.

For the first time, I hoped that Song Hengjue would have diarrhea, and it would be best if he could squat in there for two hours.

However, God did not fulfill his wish.

The man came out of the bathroom the next second.

Don't come over, don't come over, don't come over!

Yang Qingheng's scalp was numb and her heart almost jumped out of her throat. She waved her fork weirdly to signal him.

It's a pity that the man didn't see her movements at all. He lowered his head and was lost in his own world. He pulled out the chair and sat down next to Yang Qingheng. His movements were amazingly skillful.

Yang Qingheng's hair stood on end and he almost fainted. He gritted his teeth and said, "Sir, you don't seem to be in this position, right?"

"Don't tease..." Song Hengjue was speechless, but fell silent when he raised his head and met the two familiar eyes opposite him.

The buttocks left the chair almost silkily: "It's indeed the wrong position. I should be at the table next door."

"We are all a family. It's okay to just sit here and eat and join in the fun." Mu Huihe grabbed his sleeve and forced him down on the chair, with indescribable affection in his eyes.

She hadn't seen Song Hengjue for a long time since the previous banquet, and had no reason to ask him out. Meeting him here now was simply fate.

Mu Huihe looked at Song Hengjue eagerly. The look in her eyes was clearly that of the mother-in-law's enthusiasm for her son-in-law. Yang Qingheng's scalp was numb. She couldn't believe how bad the old lady's face would be if she knew about their inappropriate relationship.

"Yes, Mr. Song, please stop being formal about having multiple pairs of chopsticks." Father Tang's sharp eyes swept over Song Hengjue's body, and he reluctantly agreed with his wife.

Song Hengjue's mind was stuck and he subconsciously looked at Yang Qingheng aside.

Yang Qingheng gritted his teeth and waved his hands wildly at him under the table.

Don't say yes, don't go crazy.

Song Hengjue pursed his lips, and for some reason his brain twitched, and he spoke quickly: "Then I'll trouble you."

Yang Qingheng's eyes darkened and he almost fainted. The moment Song Hengjue sat down, he pinched Song Hengjue's thigh hard.

Damn it, their relationship was unclear in the first place. If she divorces Tang Bainian and gets together with him, the old couple will press her face to the ground and rub her when they think of what happened today.

Maybe even call her a liar.

The more he thought about it, the angrier he became, and he wanted to put Song Hengjue in a sack and beat him up.

Song Hengjue took a breath of cold air.

"Hengjue, what's wrong with you?" Mu Huihe was surprised.

Song Hengjue had blue veins popping on his forehead. He pulled his lips and shook his head: "I bumped into the table. It hurts a little. Just take it slow and it'll be fine."

Pretending to be casual, he reached under the table, forcefully pulled away Yang Qingheng's fingers from his legs, pressed them on his palms and rubbed them hard twice as if to vent his anger.

"That's good," Mu Huihe said, "I asked you to meet my daughter before, but I haven't had a chance to meet you yet. When will you find a time for you to meet?"