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

When the two came out of the Civil Affairs Bureau, Secretary Qian followed Tang Bainian from a distance. He almost frightened him to death when he heard a muffled sound as he sat on the ground. He ran two steps towards this side, but then he seemed to hear a whimpering sound, and suddenly He stopped, lowered his eyes and sat back in the car.

In the car.

Sun Rong looked in the rearview mirror frequently and hesitated to speak.

"If you have anything, just say it." Yang Qingheng noticed her gaze and said softly.

Lotus Sun carefully observed her expression before speaking: "The detective you were looking for just now called me."

"How is it?" Yang Qingheng sat up straight and raised his eyes to look at her seriously.

Sun Rong said: "The photographer was hired by Song Hengjue, but detectives found out that he went to Qingyi Hotel a week ago, and at that time... Secretary Qian was also eating there."

really.

Yang Qingheng looked out the window silently, without even a hint of surprise.

She thought the photographer looked familiar before, but only remembered it the day before yesterday that she seemed to have seen him from a distance when she went to work to deliver food to Tang Bainian.

This photographer was working for Song Hengjue on the surface, but he was actually a spy planted by Tang Bainian's evil heart!

Thinking of this, Yang Qingheng took a deep breath, with a bit of anger in his eyes.

Tang Bainian is really more clever than briquettes. He doesn't even know how stubborn Song Hengjue is.

It was also her fault that she was in a bad mood at the time, otherwise Song Hengjue would not have been wronged if he had asked a few more questions.

Yang Qingheng sighed. She had been with Tang Bainian for too long. She had never stepped out of her role as a friend to truly observe Tang Bainian. She didn't realize that he was no longer the Tang Bainian in Xishan Town five years ago.

How could someone who could become a director and rise steadily all the way be a simple person? It would be strange if he didn't get eaten to the bone.

In addition to Song Hengjue's disgust when he talked about Tang Bainian in front of her and his recent talk of status in her ears every day, she subconsciously felt that it was normal for him to take advantage of Tang Bainian in a moment of emotion.

Everything happened so logically that there was no doubt about it.

"The detective..." Lotus Sun looked at Yang Qingheng worriedly through the rearview mirror, and found that her face did not look ugly before she continued to speak.

Yang Qingheng pursed her lips: "No need to check."

If the investigation continues, Tang Bainian will notice.

She didn't dare to think about Tang Bainian's purpose for doing such a thing. After all, they had been friends for many years and had supported each other until today. They had no feelings at all. Yang Qingheng didn't want to get to the point of breaking up, which was why she insisted on a quick divorce. .

Sun Rong's heart felt cold. She used to think that Tang Bainian looked easy to talk to, but she didn't expect that this person was so thoughtful that he even bribed the detectives who usually work around Yang Qingheng.

If Yang Qingheng hadn't noticed something was wrong this time and found other detectives, they would still be in the dark at this moment.

"What should I do with the evidence? Should I hand it over to the police?" Lotus Sun couldn't help but say something extra.

After all, Song Hengjue is innocent. Let's make peace with him. It will hurt his relationship with Tang Bainian. So let's not let him go. Song Hengjue is really wronged.

"Tang Bainian is measured." Yang Qingheng shook his head. Tang Bainian was a smart man and he would not touch Song Hengjue.

Lotus Sun remained silent, glanced at Yang Qingheng silently, and drove seriously.

Yang Qingheng closed her eyes in annoyance, her mind filled with Song Hengjue's sad and disappointed expression that day, and she felt guilty after realizing it.

But thinking about Song Hengjue's blind date with someone else in the coffee shop just now, I felt angry again.

The recurring emotions almost drove her crazy.

Damn little brat, you're so mean and pathetic.

Night falls.

The car slowly stopped outside Song Hengjue's house.

Miss Xu put her finger on her chin and raised her eyebrows: "Won't you ask me to sit up here?"

"I don't have the habit of bringing women home." Song Hengjue's eyebrows were cold and he was not even in the mood to be perfunctory.

After that, he walked towards the courtyard.

Miss Xu thought of something and suddenly stuck her head out: "Hey! Song Hengjue!"

"What?" Song Hengjue turned back indifferently.

Miss Xu smiled: "Happy birthday."

"Thank you." When Song Hengjue heard this, he looked uninterested, waved his hand, and opened the door.

Miss Xu looked at his back and curled her lips: "No fun, driver, drive home."

Song Hengjue did not turn on the lights, and the living room was dark. If it weren't for the subtle breathing sound coming from the sofa, it would be almost impossible to notice that there was anyone there.

Darkness can hide all expressions, but the emotions in my heart begin to spread and expand.

The words "Happy Birthday" seemed to be still echoing in his ears. Song Hengjue looked at the same dark ceiling and suddenly laughed at himself, feeling inexplicably disappointed.

We agreed to celebrate his birthday, but in the end he was still alone.

Come with her, go with her Tang Bainian!

With a bang, the tea cup in front of him fell to the ground. Song Hengjue almost gave up and fell on the sofa, feeling indescribably depressed.

The door suddenly rang.

He sat up suddenly, not caring to put on his shoes, and rushed over to open the door. He didn't know whether his eyes were more excited or nervous.

However, the unfamiliar face in front of him was like a basin of cold water being poured down his head.

"Hello, sir, these are the flowers that Ms. Yang ordered from our store half a month ago." The guy who delivered the flowers looked at Song Hengjue's suddenly cold expression and felt uneasy.

"I don't want it anymore, just throw it away." Song Hengjue pursed his lips.

The guy who delivered the flowers hesitated: "Why don't you think about it again?"

He didn't believe that there were people who could refuse the temptation of money for a bouquet of flowers worth several hundred yuan.

There was a large bouquet of flowers in front of him. Song Hengjue would have been so happy to receive it before, but now he could only see overwhelming ridicule from this bouquet of flowers.

It would only make his mind full of Yang Qingheng's face, as if his heart was pinched, making him breathless and twitching in pain.

The boredom in Song Hengjue's heart reached its peak in an instant: "Don't you understand people's words? There is a trash can outside the door. Go over and throw it away. Do you want me to teach you about this?"

The guy who delivered the flowers was shocked.

A female voice came from behind: "Why not? Do you hate flowers or do you hate me?"

The woman's facial features cannot be clearly seen in the darkness, making everything look even more unreal.

Song Hengjue froze on the spot, more convinced that this was just his illusion than reality.

He hesitated to close the door.

He remembered that he did not take medicine today. He did not listen to the doctor's advice and take medicine properly, and his condition worsened again.

Seeing the man move stiffly like a puppet and about to close the door, Yang Qingheng nodded apologetically to the man who delivered the flowers, stuffed the tip into his palm, and quickly reached up with the flowers at the last second when the door closed.

However, tonight Song Hengjue seemed to be trying to get into trouble with her, and he actually used a lot of force to close the door. Yang Qingheng pushed hard but did not push it away, so she felt cruel and stretched out her hand.

The door did not close as expected, followed by a cry of pain.

Song Hengjue was startled and retracted his hand like a reflex, looking at her hand helplessly.

Yang Qingheng ignored the pain on the back of her hands and plunged into his arms like crazy, hugging his waist so tightly that the soft flesh on her body hurt, and she was unwilling to let go.