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

She really likes Song Hengjue. Although he comes from a bad background, he is talented and has the ability to sit in the position of manager. He is also capable. He is more reliable than these young men in the capital. She is relieved to leave Xiaoxiao to him.

Oh, the old lady looks quite satisfied. I don’t know what method he found to coax someone like Mu Huihe into being like this.

Yang Qingheng's hand under the table pinched Song Hengjue's palm hard, with a playful expression in his eyes.

Song Hengjue's fingers were trembling, and the veins on his forehead throbbed with pain, but he tried his best to keep his expression unchanged, for fear that the two people opposite him would notice their little movements.

Refusing: "I've been too busy with work recently. I'll make an appointment with you when I have time. Then I'll treat you to dinner?"

"It doesn't matter if you are busy. Our Xiaoxiao is going to study in the company recently. When the time comes, let her go to the company to find you, so that we can talk about work. You have rich work experience, so you can guide her." Mu How could Huihe let the duck fly away? He quickly added.

Song Hengjue's face was stiff, and for the first time he regretted why he nodded just now. If he had just listened to Yang Qingheng and walked away, there would not have been so many things.

"Answer, why don't you answer?" Yang Qingheng sneered in her heart and taunted him in a low voice.

It's all his fault that things are happening like this! Let's see how he ends up.

Song Hengjue took a deep breath, and continued to push back but it seemed to be deliberate, and he agreed bravely: "If I have time by then, that's okay."

"That's great. We parents have never been in a company. We don't know what the company is like now. I feel so relieved to have you taking care of Xiaoxiao." Mu Huihe smiled gratefully.

Father Tang sat aside, thinking that his daughter might be with Song Hengjue in the future. He didn't like him everywhere. If Mu Huihe wasn't still here, he wouldn't dare to make a mistake and had to drive Song Hengjue out.

What, his family Xiaoxiao wanted to have academic qualifications and good looks, but he still shied away from it.

I don’t know where this Manager Song came from. He looks so arrogant, so he is probably not a peaceful person.

The more Dad Tang thought about it, the more he realized that this was the case, and the look he looked at Song Hengjue became more and more contemptuous.

Song Hengjue was on pins and needles because of his seemingly see-through gaze, and almost threw Yang Qingheng's hand out of his palm.

I was afraid that he would see something.

"Are you afraid now?" Yang Qingheng pretended to drink water, holding a cup to block it and gloating about his misfortune.

She didn't know how much Mu Xiaoxiao hated Song Hengjue. She had heard her secretly scolding Song Hengjue many times. She wanted to kill someone. If she knew that her blind date was Song Hengjue, she would be able to lift Song Hengjue's spiritual cap.

Song Hengjue saw that she did not help him out, but kept watching the excitement, and his already bad attitude almost collapsed.

This woman really doesn't mind the excitement.

At the dinner table, until lunch was over, neither Tang's father nor Yang Qingheng had a chance to interrupt. Mu Huihe almost always spoke to Song Hengjue.

"Hengjue, if you have the opportunity to come to our house for dinner, you're welcome." Mu Huihe patted Song Hengjue on the shoulder.

"Okay, Mom, you can't park indiscriminately here. Let's leave quickly." Yang Qingheng was afraid that if this matter really happened, wouldn't he want Song Hengjue and Tang Bainian to meet?

The thought of the two of them appearing together at Tang Bainian's house made her head explode.

"Okay, okay, don't rush me." After listening to Yang Qingheng's words, Mu Huihe quickly got into the car.

Song Hengjue watched as several people disappeared together.

"Song Hengjue, you forgot about the cat!" At this time, the restaurant owner hurried out holding a cat bag. Seeing that Song Hengjue was still there, he breathed a sigh of relief and handed it to him with one hand.

Song Hengjue looked at the grinning long-haired animal inside, his heart stopped and he jumped ten meters away.

Hesitating: "Can I leave it with you first? I'll have someone pick it up then."

He would never bring such a strange thing home anyway!

"Brother, this is a restaurant with a children's theme. If you keep it here, people won't have to use it to eat. Besides, you have to consider whether I will raise or die." The restaurant owner was silent.

When Song Hengjue heard the word death, his expression changed: "Forget it, I'll take him back."

If Yang Qingheng’s cat is raised to death...

Song Hengjue broke out in cold sweat thinking about the consequences. It was estimated that he and her would never be together in this life.

"Then I'll put it here." The boss put the cat bag on a public seat aside like a hot potato, and closed the restaurant door mercilessly.

Song Hengjue felt terrified. He took a few steps forward stiffly and then stepped back as if he was being shocked. He felt goosebumps all over his body.

For the first time, I realized the disadvantages of sending Fang Nan to Yang Qingheng's company.

Although he is a bit mean-mouthed, he will do anything as long as he has money.

"Hey, how long have you parked your car? Do you want it anymore? You've been blocking the road for a long time, you're so incompetent!" A roar came from my ears, and a man stuck his head out of the car window and yelled at Song Hengjue.

Song Hengjue's scalp was numb. He closed his eyes, grabbed the cat bag, threw it into the back seat of the car, and opened the driver's door.

Company meeting room.

A bell rang, which seemed unusually abrupt in the empty and quiet office.

Who is so desperate that he brought his cell phone in again?

The people at the table looked at each other, but they didn't see anyone take out their mobile phones from their pockets.

"Continue the discussion, I'll go out for a moment." But at this moment, the woman who never brought a mobile phone with her into the conference room actually took out a mobile phone from her bag and hurried out.

"What's so urgent?" A young gossip asked.

The person next to him glanced at him lightly: "You have time to care about what others think, so why not care about how you will give an explanation to Mr. Yang later."

The young manager babbled, looking at the mess in front of him, his head hurt so much that it was about to split.

"How's it going? Has Xuanxuan been sent back?" Yang Qingheng sounded worried and pinched her eyebrows in annoyance.

Just now, Jing was thinking about how to get the Tang family's parents away, and forgot to take Xuan Xuan back with him.

The driver shook his head: "I didn't see the cat when I went there. I asked the waiter inside and he said Mr. Song took the cat back."

"Okay, I understand." Yang Qingheng hung up the phone, feeling secretly relieved.

the other side.

Fang Nan took the salary he had just received from the finance department and leisurely opened the door of Song Hengjue's house. He was happily thinking about what to drink to celebrate tonight, but he froze the moment he opened the door.

Song Hengjue, who was supposed to stay in the company, came back at some unknown time. He was lying on the sofa with his arms and legs spread out. The room was filled with the smell of alcohol. There were seven or eight wine bottles on the floor. His scalp was numb when he saw it. He wanted to turn around and leave, and he was so angry. In the past, he just kicked Song Hengjue's calf.