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

This sentence reminded Song Hengjue, and he quickly called his confidant in the company: "I have been keeping an eye on the Beijing newspapers recently. If there is any report about Mr. Yang, I will pull it down immediately."

"Do you need to be so nervous?" Yang Qingheng was amused.

Relying on Qiao Xihe's words alone, there is no evidence, and she doesn't even know who her lover is. This kind of thing sounds like random fabrication, no different from the old man and old lady at the entrance of the village spreading rumors. The capital newspaper also has a shame, it is simply It is impossible to report such worthless things.

"You don't understand." Song Hengjue was still frightened and pressed her hard into his arms, so hard that it seemed like he was melting her into flesh and blood.

He couldn't afford to bet, and he didn't dare to bet. He didn't want any negative image of her to appear in the newspapers, especially because of him.

The regret at this moment was overwhelming, as if it was going to swallow him up. He shouldn't have openly pestered her in Yang Qingheng's company, and he shouldn't have shamelessly appeared in public with her before she was divorced.

Yao Ying's words were like needles piercing his heart at this moment.

Mom is right, he is a selfish guy who only cares about his own feelings regardless of Yang Qingheng's reputation.

Song Hengjue was so sad that his heart twitched.

Yang Qingheng was amused and patted him on the back: "Coward."

Song Hengjue still felt that it was not safe enough, so he sat up straight and held her face seriously: "We still don't see each other very often recently. I'll wait for the matter to pass before I go to you."

Who knows if there might be some crazy reporter following them.

He didn't want to take risks.

"Whatever you want." Yang Qingheng thought he was making a fuss, but she didn't object.

They had indeed met too frequently recently, and she couldn't help but feel a little annoyed.

Song Hengjue didn't know what the woman was thinking. His eyes were wandering, and he held the ring in front of her, so nervous that his palms were sweating.

"The salesperson said that the model I am interested in is a matching ring, and I can only buy one pair. Why don't you try it on? After all, you paid for it, so don't waste it?" For fear of her rejection, Song Hengjue quickly explained, "It doesn't matter if you don't wear it. Yes, you don’t want me to go back.”

The more he spoke, the lower his voice became, as if he was afraid that others would not know that he was wronged.

Yang Qingheng was amused. In his nervous eyes, she took off Tang Bainian's ring, put it on directly, and joked: "Are you satisfied with this?"

Song Hengjue was so happy that he was so happy that he slapped her lips hard twice.

How could there be such a happy person like him!

Song Hengjue said he was not looking for her, but Yang Qingheng actually didn't see him in the company for several days. She was not used to not having an annoying person around her, and felt uncomfortable all over. She always felt that something was missing.

"Song Hengjue hasn't come recently?" She finally couldn't help it anymore, coughed dryly, and asked Lotus Sun who came in through the door.

"It's good to be young, but I can't stand it anymore after I haven't seen you for two days," Lotus Sun said with a smile, putting several exquisite lunch boxes on the table, "No one came, but lunch was delivered."

Yang Qingheng's eyes were soft, and she reached out to open the lunch box, but she lost her appetite after just one glance.

The dishes were exquisitely presented and looked delicious, but she could tell at a glance that it was not Song Hengjue's workmanship. It was probably a specially invited chef to come back to make it.

He used to make it himself and deliver it. I don't know what he has been busy with in the past two days. Even if we don't meet, he doesn't even have time to do these things.

"You can eat. The afternoon meeting will be postponed for one day. I will go back." Yang Qingheng glanced at the time, took the bag beside him, and stood up.

Tang Bainian's promotion was finalized yesterday. Mu Huihe said it was a happy event anyway, and she would have a reunion dinner at home today. After all, she was not divorced yet, so she couldn't miss this occasion.

Sun Rong looked at the food on the table and had no idea what to do.

What if she ate the food sent by her boyfriend?

Before I was mentally prepared, a big hand from the side suddenly stretched out and took the box of peeled shrimps: "If you are embarrassed to eat, I can help."

Fang Nan looked at the delicious and delicious food in his hands and swallowed.

Song Hengjue's meal for Yang Qingheng must be the best. He didn't need to think about it to know how expensive and delicious this meal was.

Others would be embarrassed, but he would not. Song Hengjue, that damn capitalist, why did he eat a few of his shrimps?

"Tsk, Mr. Yang didn't say I'd give it to you." Lotus Sun didn't grab it back, but she guarded the food on the table and didn't let him take advantage of it.

His attitude towards Fang Nan was no longer as good as it was at the beginning.

In the past, she was the only confidant around Yang Qingheng, and Yang Qingheng only trusted her. Since this brat came, Yang Qingheng had assigned many of her jobs to this brat.

Although she said she was not so busy at work, Lotus Sun was always feeling unhappy.

"Stingy." Fang Nan curled his lips, grabbed it and ran away, leaving Sun Rong laughing and scolding behind him.

It was only eleven o'clock, and it was not yet time to get off work. The way back was smooth, and the car drove into the yard at twelve o'clock.

Mu Huihe saw her entering the door with a handful of vegetables in her hand: "Qing Heng is back, just in time, stir-fry another green vegetable and we can start the meal."

The old couple doesn't like to show off, so it's just a family get-together.

Yang Qingheng nodded and was about to go to the kitchen to take out the dishes and chopsticks. Mu Xiaoxiao, with quick eyes and quick hands, pushed her down and sat on the sofa: "Oh, sister-in-law, I'll be done with it. You just got off work, so take a rest first."

Yang Qingheng was funny, but he didn't sit idle and entered the kitchen.

Because of this happy event, the atmosphere at the dinner table was particularly good. Even Father Tang, who had always been silent, had a smile on his face. He put his arm around Tang Bainian's shoulders and insisted on having a drink with him.

"Brother, you will be the mayor from now on. Gee, you are so majestic." Mu Xiaoxiao clicked her tongue, which was rare without damaging Tang Bainian.

"Every position is for the people, you are not allowed to talk like this when you go out," Tang's father glared, but then he laughed, "But my family can be happy."

Anyone can see that he is proud of himself.

Yang Qingheng naturally knew why.

Back then, Qiao Jiajun didn't get any punishment after he framed Tang's father, and he still stood in this position and flourished, continuing to suppress them for more than ten years. If Tang Bainian hadn't had a good leader, he would have been stuck at the bottom and would never be able to turn around. body.

Now Qiao Jiajun has finally been punished and imprisoned, and his son has even taken Qiao Jiajun's place. No one can be unhappy about this kind of thing.

She looked at this scene with a smile, but thinking that she would leave here after tomorrow, her black eyes suddenly dimmed.

"Why don't you eat?" Tang Bainian's heart trembled when he saw her dazed expression, and his knuckles on the chopsticks were so tight that they turned white.

Why is she sad? She doesn't have any feelings for him, right? Tang Bainian guessed almost humbly.

Yang Qingheng regained his smile in an instant: "No, I thought of some other things."

Tang Bainian looked at her lowered head, and her thin lips tightened slightly.

He silently glanced at the quartz clock on the wall.

Before the meal was finished, the nanny hurried in and said, "Bainian, Secretary Qian is here."

Tang Bainian's eyes flashed slightly, and he leaned back slightly on the chair: "Let him come in."

These words made several people present quiet down, and they all put down their chopsticks, looking nervous.

Secretary Qian has been with Tang Bainian for several years. He has a calm temperament and will never come to his home during lunch time unless there is something important.

Yang Qingheng couldn't help feeling uneasy.

Sure enough, in just a few seconds, Secretary Qian hurried in with a newspaper: "Deputy Tang, it's not good."

"What's wrong?" Tang Bainian stood up. The others had no intention of eating. They stared at Secretary Qian with tense expressions.

"Look, this is the newspaper delivered this morning." Secretary Qian put a stack of newspapers on the table.

After seeing the contents of the newspaper clearly, the expressions of several people changed.