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

How come their relationship is so close? Isn't Yang Qingheng Tang Bainian's wife?

Something flashed through Qiao Xihe's mind. At this moment, Yang Qingheng's figure suddenly overlapped with the shameless woman who called Song Hengjue brother on New Year's Eve.

When her eyes darkened, she almost fainted.

Bitch! How dare they tease her like this!

He strode towards the inside aggressively.

"Yang Qingheng!"

When Yang Qingheng heard the familiar voice, she suddenly turned around, saw Qiao Xihe's familiar face, and raised her eyebrows: "Hey, this is not Miss Qiao. Why do you want you to visit the supermarket in person?"

That joking look was clearly sarcastic.

Qiao Xihe should have been angry, but when he thought of something, he suddenly calmed down, folded his hands on his chest, and looked at the two of them mockingly: "If I hadn't come, I wouldn't have known that Mrs. Tang was so close to another man. You said, If Tang Bainian finds out about this, will he let you go? How will the elders of the Tang family teach you a lesson if they find out that you have played tricks on their son?"

"Oh, Miss Qiao, do you want to make a condition with me? Just tell me directly, there is no need to beat around the bush, after all, I know very well what you are like." Yang Qingheng admired the nails for a few times, looking at them casually and disdainfully. An ant.

That condescending attitude made Qiao Xihe feel as if her face was being stepped on by her. She had been the one who despised this pheasant all along, and now this pheasant dared to treat her like this.

She wanted to tear Yang Qingheng's face to pieces, but it was obvious that she didn't have this chance now. Thinking of her current situation, Qiao Xihe could only grit her teeth and swallow for the time being, snorting coldly: "Just you? I still don't like your things. Eye."

Turning to point at Song Hengjue: "I want him to give me 30% of the shares of Boxiang Company."

That was Bo Xiang, the famous Bo Xiang. Thinking of the benefits he would get if this thing was successful, Qiao Xihe's heart went crazy.

She seemed to have seen the beautiful scene of money flying towards her pocket.

He really dares to open his mouth.

Yang Qingheng sneered, as if looking at a clown: "Miss Qiao, you are ugly, but you think you are beautiful."

He took Song Hengjue's wrist and headed outside, not even bothering to give her a look.

Qiao Xihe couldn't believe it: "Yang Qingheng, aren't you afraid that I will expose the matter?"

All I got was the backs of the two of them.

Qiao Xihe didn't succeed and almost died of anger. His eyes were full of resentment. He reached out and dialed the phone: "Hello? Is this the Beijing News Agency? I want to break the news."

As soon as Yang Qingheng and Song Hengjue drove out of the parking lot, they were surrounded by a group of reporters. The crowd was so heavy that the car could not even move.

The driver turned back in fear: "Mr. Yang, this..."

People outside were banging on the car windows, and some were pulling hard on the door handles. We had to drag them out for interviews today.

"Mr. Yang, we just received a tip that you and Mr. Tang are not in a relationship, and that you know the identity of your lover. Do you have any explanation for this tip?"

"I heard that you and Mr. Tang had a flash marriage. Is this true as the news said?"

"Are you unwilling to be interviewed because you feel guilty?"

……

The veins on Yang Qingheng's forehead popped out. He made a phone call and was about to ask the bodyguard to come over. At this time, a gloating chuckle came from outside.

"I'm calling you, you can ask me if you have anything." Qiao Xihe came out of the mall slowly and glanced in Yang Qingheng's direction, looking completely provocative.

Song Hengjue's face was frighteningly cold, and he reached out to dial the bodyguard's number and ask him to clear out the reporters in front of him.

Yang Qingheng reached out to grab his phone and patted his hand reassuringly: "What's the rush?"

These two adulterers and sluts are determined to fight her to the death, right? OK, she wants to see who will suffer the greater loss then.

Qiao Xihe saw that both of them were unwilling to relent and agree to her conditions, and her face turned ugly: "Mr. Yang is a good man. Having Deputy Director Tang is not enough. The adulterer is also well chosen."

"Mr. Qiao, who are you?" Several reporters surrounded her.

Qiao Xihe's eyes flashed with malice: "The adulterer is..."

The name was already in my mouth and about to burst out of my throat.

Song Hengjue broke into a cold sweat. He regretted it extremely now. Why did he have to take Yang Qingheng shopping? If what happened today was spread, how would she behave?

He stretched out his hand to open the door and go in, agreeing to Qiao Xihe's conditions.

A strange voice outside interrupted Qiao Xihe: "Are you Qiao Xihe?"

"After being reported by the tax bureau, your company has evaded taxes and the amount is huge. It has also used Qiao Jiajun's position many times to shield Pan Changnian and persecute dozens of innocent girls. Now we are officially arresting you."

A pair of silver handcuffs were forcefully cuffed on Qiao Xihe's hands. The scene was quiet for a few seconds before suddenly erupting.

They all forgot about Yang Qingheng and Tang Bainian.

Those are all rumors with no evidence, but Qiao Xihe's crime in front of him is real, and the police are here!

Everyone crowded forward like crazy and slapped Qiao Xihe violently, capturing all of her embarrassed appearance on camera.

Before that, Qiao Xihe's external image had always been that of a righteous and upright person. She had received countless awards from her superiors. Even several leaders personally expressed condolences and praised her, saying that she was a good comrade. For this reason, the company was loved by the people. In the capital, The status of the country is rising.

If today's incident were revealed...

Several reporters became excited.

The true identity of the good comrade turned out to be a demon who evaded taxes and protected rapists. You don't have to imagine how big a sensation this news will cause.

"Stop taking pictures, don't take pictures at all! Who dares to take pictures of me!" Qiao Xihe thought that she would be published in the newspaper. She panicked and cursed. She grabbed the camera next to her and threw it to the ground.

You must know that this camera is not cheap in this era, it is their lifeblood.

The reporters suddenly became angry and asked more and more pointed questions.

"Excuse me, Miss Qiao, how do you feel about deceiving the public?"

"Miss Qiao, don't you feel guilty for the girls and dozens of families who were harmed?"

"It's not me, it's not like this, it's all a misunderstanding..." Qiao Xihe looked at these uncontrollable people, panicked and incoherent.

Each microphone was pointed at her face, and one even inserted it into her mouth.

The scene became increasingly chaotic. Seeing this, the police quickly pushed aside the reporters and pushed Qiao Xihe into the police car.

Several reporters didn't ask what they wanted to ask, and they were a little disappointed. They thought about Yang Qingheng's matter, like a cat seeing a mouse, and happily rushed back to where they were. However, the place was empty, and there was not even half a human figure anywhere.

In the car.

Song Hengjue was still frightened and patted his chest.

Yang Qingheng was funny: "Look at your courage. You don't have the energy to survive any situation, and you are still afraid of this."

It's just a few reporters, just give them some money and send them away.

As long as they don't go out, it's all rumors. Let them talk about it. Since there is no evidence, just say it back and say it's Qiao Xihe's slander.