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

"I heard from the secretaries that your clothes and ties were all bought by your girlfriend. Now I'm buying you a ring. How much does this girl like you?"

Song Hengjue coughed dryly: "Just so so."

"Although I haven't met the boss's wife yet, according to Mr. Song's eyes, she must be like a fairy." The manager saw the position of the boss's wife in Song Hengjue's heart, and praised Yang Qingheng when he caught her.

Hearing others praise Yang Qingheng, Song Hengjue's vanity almost exploded.

Sure enough, there was a smile in her eyes, and she said without hesitation, "Of course, she is doing a good job in her career. Maybe you have seen her before."

The manager next to him patted his thigh and said with a smile on his face: "I bought the ring. Mr. Song, your happy event is coming soon. Congratulations."

"That's right. I'll treat you to a wedding banquet then." When Song Hengjue mentioned this topic, his eyes wandered and he felt guilty for a moment.

After all, the woman didn't agree. If she wasn't willing to get married by then, wouldn't it mean that he would slap himself in the face?

Mo Yao watched the corners of his mouth almost raised to the sky, and secretly rolled his eyes.

Fortunately, Song Hengjue dared to show off the fact that he didn't have a single horoscope.

But she heard from Fang Nan that the girl had not divorced her current husband yet, and according to what Song Hengjue said before, the girl was a respectable person, so she had to take her reputation into consideration. How could she marry Song Hengjue right after the divorce? .

My boss really got into the girl's favor and became daydreaming.

Song Hengjue was so flattered by the compliments from several people that he almost said that he would send them wedding invitations on the spot. He was interrupted by a knock on the door outside: "Mr. Song, there is someone down here who says she is your girlfriend."

Is Yang Qingheng here? ! Song Hengjue was startled and subconsciously glanced down at his own attire.

The clothes are neat and tidy, although a bit old-fashioned, but there is absolutely nothing wrong with them.

He rushed downstairs excitedly.

This was the first time that woman came to his company after making boyfriend and girlfriend.

Song Hengjue felt uneasy. He heard that men at work are the most handsome. Should he pretend to be busy for a while?

Lest she say that he has nothing to do all day long, making him look like an idle second-rate.

Nervously, I tugged at the hem of my clothes and checked carefully several times in the elevator that there were no dress issues before I walked out.

Several managers looked at each other.

...What flew out just now?

Mo Yao looked at their ignorant looks and sneered in his heart, and couldn't help feeling a little proud.

Did this scene surprise them like this? They had never seen Song Hengjue holding his cell phone and giggling.

Song Hengjue searched around the downstairs and saw no one. He panicked and grabbed the front desk: "Where is my girlfriend?"

Could it be that he came down too late and she left? That woman never had much patience with him.

"She just left. She asked you to go to this address to find her." The receptionist was used to Song Hengjue's serious and serious look. It was the first time he saw him look so nervous. He couldn't react for a moment and took out a card from the drawer. note.

Song Hengjue took the note, and it turned out to be the name of a hotel. His face was steaming, and he didn't know where to put his hands and feet. He didn't dare to look at the front desks in front of him, and strode towards the front desk with the note. Go outside.

I didn’t expect that the dignified Mr. Song would be so innocent when it came to love.

The receptionist almost laughed out loud, feeling that Song Hengjue's usual filter in front of them was instantly shattered.

Yang Qingheng rubbed her nose, feeling like someone was talking about her, but now was not the time to desert. She looked at the private detective in front of her: "How's it going? Did you find out?"

The young man took out an envelope from his pocket and slapped it on the table. He sat down and took a water cup to pour tea and drink: "It's right here. You can see for yourself."

Yang Qingheng paused with her fingers and subconsciously glanced at Tang Bainian beside her, then took the envelope and opened it.

Seeing the familiar face inside, his expression suddenly changed.

It's actually Song Hengjue? !

Tang Bainian's fingertips trembled, and an unknown emotion flashed in his eyes. He picked up a cup of tea and took a few sips to conceal it.

Song Hengjue didn't know that his plot had been exposed, so he happily went to the hotel with the note, received the room card that Yang Qingheng had stored at the front desk, and rushed upstairs.

The corners of his mouth almost reached the back of his head.

He deliberately didn't call Yang Qingheng in the past two days. It turned out that she still missed him and now she couldn't bear to invite him.

It’s also a couple theme.

Song Hengjue and Yang Qingheng had been to this hotel before, so they naturally knew what it was like inside. The feeling of the scene came to mind, and the blood all over his body rushed to his body.

When she came here before, she said righteously that she would never accompany him again. As expected, women's words are deceiving.

Song Hengjue rubbed his hands outside the door, jumped twice with excitement, and then opened the door with a smile on his face: "I knew you missed me..."

Xu Lan turned around when he heard the sound, holding the back of his hands to rest his head: "I just miss you, come in."

Song Hengjue's face suddenly turned cold: "Why are you here?"

Turn around and open the door to leave.

However, the door had already been closed from the outside.

"What on earth do you want to do?" Song Hengjue couldn't turn the door handle and laughed angrily, turning back to Xu Lan with a gloomy expression.

"We are all old friends, don't be so angry," Xu Lan smiled tenderly and patted the little Douding who poked his head out curiously next to him. "My dear, I haven't seen your Uncle Song for a long time. We are all unfamiliar. Let's make out with your Uncle Song. go."

The girl was already ready to make a move. As soon as she heard this, she pulled up her feet and rushed towards Song Hengjue. She stuck to Song Hengjue's leg like a dog-skin plaster: "Uncle Song, you haven't played with me for a long time."

Song Hengjue's face was stiff and his scalp was numb. He stretched out his hand and picked her off: "Xu Changchang, you are already a big child. Don't hug other men every day. Do you know whether men and women can kiss each other?"

Xu Changchang put down his hands in embarrassment, a little at a loss.

Song Hengjue was highly nervous and had no energy to pay attention to her mood. He looked warily at Xu Lan on the sofa: "You probably didn't come to the capital just to catch up with me, right?"

"Of course, sit down and chat?" Xu Lan crossed her legs and raised her chin, "Xu Changchang, give your uncle a glass of water."

"I won't drink. No need to beat around the bush. Just tell me your purpose." Song Hengjue was alert.

The corner of Xu Lan's mouth twitched: "Don't worry, drink it, myrrh."

Song Hengjue shook his head firmly: "I'm not thirsty."

He didn't know how many aphrodisiacs he had drunk since he came to the capital. If he drank water given by others outside, he would be like a dog.

What's more, Xu Lan, a woman with more evil intentions than briquettes, is not a good thing. He would rather die of thirst than drink the water from this poisonous woman.

Xu Lan clicked his tongue and pointed to Xu Changchang next to him: "I have something to do in the capital in the next few days. Xu Changchang can be regarded as your half-niece. You can look after me for a few days. It's no problem."

When Xu Changchang heard this, he was so happy that he rushed up and got into Song Hengjue's arms: "Okay, I want to be with Uncle Song."

Song Hengjue took a deep breath and patted the child's head: "Go and stay in the room. Uncle and your mother have something to say."

Xu Changchang looked at Xu Lan longingly, and after getting approval, he turned around and entered the room step by step.

Song Hengjue's face suddenly changed, and he was cold: "If you can't afford a nanny, I can find someone to take care of her for you. Let me take care of her. It's impossible."

If a child appeared next to him, he would know with his toes what bloody stories the newspapers would make up for him. If it reached Yang Qingheng's ears, wouldn't it cause trouble for her?

In the car.

Yang Qingheng hung up the phone, her expression turned extremely ugly, and her knuckles turning white while holding the photo.

Tang Bainian patted her shoulder reassuringly: "Song Hengjue probably didn't mean it. Don't be angry first."

"Didn't you do it on purpose? I've already found someone to report you, but you're still saying you didn't do it on purpose?" It was okay if he didn't say it, but when he said it, Yang Qingheng was so angry that he almost couldn't breathe.