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

Song Hengjue's dark eyes stared intently at hers, brewing for a long time. When Yang Qingheng thought he was going to say something serious and had already put on a serious expression, the man blushed: "I like you too."

Yang Qingheng:...That's it?

She hesitated to speak, with a complex look on her face, and finally slapped him on the head: "It's so early in the morning, can you stop being so disgusting?"

Looking at the dark circles under his eyes that were worse than before, Yang Qingheng suddenly made a bold guess in his heart. He couldn't believe it: "Song Hengjue, you didn't stay up all night because of this, right?"

I stayed up all night just to say this, and my brain is screwed up, right?

Song Hengjue's face was red and his neck was thick, and he denied it: "No way, I just woke up."

He turned his head away, his heart beating faster, for fear that she would continue to mention this matter.

Yang Qingheng was doubtful. The next second he saw the watch next to him, he almost jumped out of bed and hurriedly put on clothes.

"What's wrong?" Song Hengjue said.

Yang Qingheng put on her shoes and opened the door. She took the time to answer: "I made an appointment with someone to go to the factory to see the production line today. It's still half an hour. It's too late." After saying that, she gave him a fierce look.

How could she have overslept if he had listened to her twice and just stopped last night.

Song Hengjue felt guilty and touched his nose, not daring to say anything. He quickly took his coat and rushed out to see her off, but he only saw the elevator door slowly closing in front of him, and Yang Qingheng disappeared after a while.

Song Hengjue touched his head and reluctantly went back to the room. Less than a minute later, the door suddenly rang from outside.

Yang Qingheng is back?

Song Hengjue jumped up and sat up straight, but when he met Fang Nan who pushed the door in, his face fell instantly.

"Tsk, you're here, why don't you answer the door when I knock on the door?" Fang Nan was disgusted.

Although he was overjoyed, Song Hengjue's expression didn't look any better: "Who is here when I'm not here? Why don't you call out without hearing the answer?"

So angry.

Fang Nan secretly rolled his eyes and stretched out his hand: "Where is Yang Qingheng's bag? I'll help him get it back."

Hearing him talking about Yang Qingheng, Song Hengjue finally got out of bed, searched carefully inside, and finally found the bag with its legs upturned next to the shoe cabinet.

Xu dropped it when he entered the door.

Fang Nan raised his eyebrows: "Oh, so intense."

"Go away," Song Hengjue's face became hot when he said it. He pushed him out the door impatiently. He thought of something, paused, put his fist to his lips and coughed dryly, "What about that? Do you know how long it will take after the divorce? marry?"

"No, you're progressing so fast?" Fang Nan clicked his tongue. Some time ago, he cried to him that Yang Qingheng was heartless, but now something good is about to happen?

As expected, love grows over time, and Song Hengjue, a vixen, is really good at bed.

Fang Nan clicked his tongue twice.

"If you want to take care of it, you know nothing." Song Hengjue became angry in embarrassment.

"Did Yang Qingheng really say that she would give you a title? That's all you have to worry about," Fang Nan pouted, "You can move in directly after completing the divorce procedures. However, with Yang Qingheng's current status, she cannot marry you right away for the sake of the company's image. Divorce, not to mention that I still have some relationship with Tang Bainian, so I can’t lose Tang Bainian’s face just to marry you right away.”

Song Hengjue sneered and raised his chin, as proud as a victorious rooster: "You don't understand how much Yang Qingheng likes me."

Yang Qingheng has already said she likes him. When the time comes, he will just cry, make trouble, and hang himself. She will definitely agree.

Yang Qingheng didn't marry him, and he always felt uneasy. The worst he could do was get married first. It would be a good idea to wait until Yang Qingheng's career was stable before holding the wedding.

Well, they can go on a trip to get married first, play for a few months and then come back to have a traditional wedding, which would be just right.

Song Hengjue's mind was racing so fast that if Fang Nan hadn't interrupted him, he would have almost thought of the child's name.

"Why are you pretending? Did you take too much medicine today? You are starting to wonder." Fang Nan couldn't stand his proud look, rolled his eyes, picked up his bag and left, out of sight.

…………

"You said Evelin went to Yang Qingheng's company?!" Qiao Xihe's voice broke when he heard the news, his heart was in a mess, he sat back on his chair dejectedly, muttering to himself.

Evelin, that's Evelin, the candidate heir to Forestin Company, how could she fall in love with Yang Qingheng's crappy bag brand.

No, it's definitely not the case. Maybe she just thinks Yang Qingheng's bags are a bit strange. As long as she finds out that the designers hired by Yang Qingheng don't have many brushes, she will definitely refuse to cooperate with Yang Qingheng.

However, the next second Qiao Xihe thought that it had been three days since the exhibition that day, and not even a person in charge of a foreign company came to her, and no one extended an olive branch to them. Instead, several people from Yang Qingheng's side had already come, and she You can no longer deceive yourself.

The panic in her heart was getting bigger and bigger, and Qiao Xihe felt that the world was getting dark.

She was not defeated when Qiao Jiajun fell. She firmly believed that she could continue to stand in this position by relying on her own strength and continue to be a winner in everyone's eyes.

But this exhibition seemed to give her a blow in the head.

Since Qiao Jiajun's downfall, many of the company's partners have broken their contracts one after another. Pan Zhen will never take her seriously again, and even forces her to pay back the money again and again. Everything becomes worse and worse, and she... Once I realized that I might not be as powerful as I thought.

"Mr. Qiao, what should we do now?" Seeing her silence, the subordinates asked anxiously.

Qiao Xihe suddenly raised his head: "Get the car ready, I'm going to the next city to find Mayor Zhou."

She only has this person left to use now, and no one can help her except Mayor Zhou.

On the other side, Mayor Zhou sneezed hard as soon as he entered the living room. Mrs. Zhou came out of the room with a worried look on her face: "Did you catch a cold? You haven't had a good rest in the past few days. Go back and take a nap." , It’s not okay to continue like this.”

Mayor Zhou pushed her hand away and shook his head: "It's okay, just leave me alone. I'll take a rest after I finish writing."

Seeing the thick pile of white paper on the table, his head still inevitably ached.

After the exhibition that day, the superiors scolded him when he came back and asked him to explain to the organization that in just three days, he had written tens of thousands of words of self-criticism and faced the risk of being demoted. He was so green that he wanted to slap himself hard twice.

How come you were so obsessed with it in the first place that you helped the incompetent Qiao Xihe do this kind of thing for the sake of political achievements, not to mention that there was no chance of promotion, and now you are still scared because of this matter, how stupid!

But at this moment, the nanny's voice came from outside the door: "Mayor, Miss Qiao is here."

Mayor Zhou frowned, put down his pen and went out: "Let her in."

Everything had been done for her, so at least she had to ask Qiao Xihe to invite Song Hengjue to their city to help increase their financial revenue. Maybe they could make up for it through this.

Mayor Zhou has a good plan.

As everyone knows, when Qiao Xihe came in, he not only kept silent about Song Hengjue's affairs, but also began to ask him for help.

"Mayor Zhou, I know you also met some overseas businessmen that day. Can you introduce them to me? As you know, we urgently need to open up foreign markets."

Mayor Zhou's expression changed slightly. Thinking of Song Hengjue, he had to grit his teeth and agree: "Of course it's possible, but what did Miss Qiao say before about letting Mr. Song come to our city for development?"

"That's no problem. Hengjue has been busy recently. I will arrange for you to meet him when he has time. You know, after all, he is the CEO of such a big company and his schedule is a bit full." Qiao Xihe's face was stiff with muscles. The tone of lying was so natural that no one could find anything wrong.

Mayor Zhou smiled gratefully and sent her out personally: "Miss Qiao is right, your boyfriend is a busy man, so I will trouble you then."

The panicked heart of the past few days finally calmed down a little. After all, he was his fiancée. He felt that since he had helped Qiao Xihe so much, Song Hengjue should do him a favor in turn.

"Mayor, this is today's letter." The nanny said respectfully.

Mayor Zhou nodded, looked at what was above clearly, and his expression suddenly changed.

Bitch!