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

He grabbed the newspaper and flipped through it one by one. He almost died of anger.

Almost every article was spreading rumors about him and Qiao Xihe. I don't know how much money the shameless woman paid and how many newspapers she bought.

Fang Nan also saw it, and when he saw Song Hengjue's face turned livid, he almost laughed out loud, gloating over the misfortune and leaning on the water dispenser nearby: "Tsk, tsk, tsk, let Yang Qingheng know, and you're done."

"Go away, you retard!" Song Hengjue glared at him like a cat whose tail had been stepped on, and then looked seriously at the man delivering newspapers to the side, "Starting from today, there is no need to deliver newspapers here in the office for three days. do you know?"

"But, this is Mr. Yang..." The man frowned.

"Yang Yangyang, Mr. Yang, what I said doesn't work anymore?" Song Hengjue didn't react for a while, thinking he was in his own company.

The man obviously didn't expect that an assistant would treat him like this. He was stunned for a second and was about to shake his head.

Fang Nan patted his shoulder and pointed at Song Hengjue: "I don't need to tell you what relationship this has with your Mr. Yang. If you still want to hang out here, just be obedient."

The warning voice sounded in the man's ears. He looked at Song Hengjue's face, cursed angrily in his heart, turned around and left. After all, he did not dare to disobey Song Hengjue.

The more he thought about it, the angrier he became, and he wished he could kill Song Hengjue, a villain who only wanted to take advantage of others.

How could Mr. Yang, such a powerful person, like such a pretty boy?

Subconsciously touching his face, he was ready to make a move. He was not bad looking. If Yang could always like him...

Song Hengjue didn't know that his girlfriend was being worried about again. With a dark face, he threw all the newspapers into the shredder and called out to Fang Nan who was about to leave: "Do something for me."

Fang Nan took a sip of coffee and said clearly: "Withdraw the newspaper?"

Before Song Hengjue nodded, Fang Nan had already laughed out loud: "I'm afraid it won't work. That woman must have guessed that you would withdraw the newspaper. She has bribed almost all the newspapers in the capital, and your reports are everywhere. I'm afraid there's no one in the capital who doesn't know that you're having an affair with her. It's useless even if you withdraw now, you might as well save the money."

He had to eat the mute.

"If you are asked to withdraw, you will withdraw. How come there is so much nonsense? Do you want twice the salary?" Song Hengjue looked coldly. This is the truth, but when he saw this newspaper, he lost his appetite. He felt sick every day this newspaper existed. No matter how much money he spends, he will withdraw it.

Fang Nan reluctantly shut her mouth.

Song Hengjue's mind flashed, and he suddenly thought of a better way, and called him: "Wait a minute."

He pulled Fang Nan over and whispered something.

Fang Nan looked strange and hesitated: "Isn't this good? If Yang Qingheng finds out..."

Song Hengjue disagreed: "It's just her back. Who can tell it's her? Just do what you are told and stop talking nonsense."

Fang Nan shrugged, opened the door and went out.

Yang Qingheng sneezed hard when she dared to get in the car.

"Did you catch a cold? Stop by the hospital to get some medicine when you go back later. This is a critical period, so don't damage your body." Lotus Sun was worried.

Yang Qingheng rubbed her nose and shook her head: "It's okay, someone is probably talking about me behind my back."

The two of them didn't know how long they had been waiting. Finally, they saw a person coming out and hurriedly greeted him: "Hello, we are looking for Mayor Zhou. Could you please help him and tell him." After saying that, he took out a business card from his bag. Put it into her hand.

The nanny looked at her and looked at the card in her hand carefully before nodding: "Okay, you guys wait here."

He carefully knocked on the door of Mayor Zhou's study: "Sir, there is a man named Yang Qingheng looking for you outside and gave you a business card. You..."

Mayor Zhou felt that the name sounded familiar. He paused and nodded: "Bring it in and let me take a look."

Qiao Xihe, who was smiling across from him, said with a twinkle in his eye: "Mayor, this name sounds familiar to you."

Mayor Zhou raised his eyes in surprise: "Do you know Miss Qiao?"

"We know her. How could she not know her? I happen to have some conflicts with her. If you see her, I'm afraid I will leave." Qiao Xihe said and stood up.

Mayor Zhou quickly stretched out a hand to hold him back: "Oh, Miss Qiao, why are you leaving? If you want to leave, she will leave."

He shook his head at the nanny: "Just say I'm not feeling well today and let her go back."

The nanny nodded honestly and hurriedly walked outside.

When Qiao Xihe saw this, a successful smile flashed across his lips, and he turned to Mayor Zhou and promised: "Mayor, don't worry, as long as you can help me accommodate my booth, I will definitely cooperate with Song Hengjue and Zhaoyang City." Let me help you persuade him."

If Qiao Xihe said this to Mayor Zhou two days ago, he would still be doubtful. But after reading the newspaper delivered by his subordinates in the morning, he had no doubts at all. He laughed happily and said hello: "That's troublesome. Miss Qiao, I guarantee that your booth will be the best when the time comes, and as for Yang Qingheng’s booth, it will also follow your wishes."

The more he looks at the woman in front of him, the more he likes her.

The economy of Zhaoyang City has not been able to develop before, and it is at the bottom among many cities in the capital. It is not that Song Hengjue and other companies have not been invited before, and many preferential policies have been given. In the end, due to some reasons, nothing happened.

If Qiao Xihe could accomplish this, it would be a great help to him.

Mayor Zhou wished he could buy an altar to offer sacrifices to Qiao Xihe.

Yang Qingheng's hands and feet were shaking from the cold. She glanced at the time and saw it was past one o'clock. They had been waiting here for several hours.

He sighed helplessly. He didn't know who the mayor was chatting with inside, and they could actually chat for so long.

Seeing the nanny coming out with a business card, she quickly strode forward: "How's it going? What did the mayor say?"

"Our mayor said that he is not feeling well. You should go back." The nanny said neither salty nor salty.

Seeing that it was time for the exhibition, Yang Qingheng was anxious and politely requested: "Sister, please help me ask again, I really have something very important."

Sun Rong also helped to intercede.

The mayor refused to even see her, fearing that he had no power.

The nanny muttered in her heart, and suddenly lost her good attitude towards Yang Qingheng, and pushed her away impatiently: "If you say no, you will see her. Can the mayor see any cat or dog? Get out of here, or I will let the dog bite you."

When Sun Rong saw Yang Qingheng being pushed and staggered, she also became angry. There was an indescribable sarcasm on her face: "It's so powerful these days that a nanny can be the boss of the mayor."

"Forget it, let's go back." Since Yang Qingheng entered the business district, she has met many such people. She felt that it was a waste of time to say more words to her, so she pulled Sun Rong into the car.

Compared to those old foxes who do one thing on the surface and another behind the scenes, this nanny's rank is ridiculously low.

Sun Rong was angry, but she did not disobey Yang Qingheng.

This nanny belongs to the mayor's family, and if she gets upset, they won't be able to do anything good.

…………

When Tang Bainian walked in, he saw Yang Qingheng with a sad face. He sat down on the sofa opposite her with concern: "What happened? Your face is so ugly. Tell me?"

Yang Qingheng came back to her senses instantly, but shook her head: "I was thinking about the welfare home. It seems that I haven't seen the children for a long time."

If she tells the story, Tang Bainian will definitely help her find a relationship, but after a while it will be about his promotion. She doesn't want him to get involved in such a thing. If his competitors found out, it would cause him trouble.

How could Tang Bainian not see that Yang Qingheng was changing the subject? In the final analysis, she still treated him as an outsider. If it was that bitch man, she wouldn't find it troublesome at all and would just let Song Hengjue do the work for her.

His eyes were dim, but he was unwilling to force her. He smiled gently and said, "I happen to have nothing to do this weekend. Let's go see the children together then."

Yang Qingheng nodded, thought of something, and suddenly looked up: "Your promotion will only happen in a month or two. When the matter is over, we will divorce. Don't worry, we will divorce quietly, we won't..."

Tang Bainian froze, feeling bitter: "Are you so anxious?"