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

"Go away." Song Hengjue looked coldly and grabbed her arm to pull her to the ground.

Yang Qingheng frowned, her slender legs clamped tightly around his waist, her palms pressed his neck, and her savage kisses ran wildly and plundered his mouth.

The tip of Song Hengjue's tongue suddenly trembled, and the sweet and greasy taste of rust spread between the lips and tongues of the two of them. The woman in front of him was like a cruel little beast, without reason, and more like taking possession of his own possessions.

everything……

Song Hengjue noticed this idea popping up in his mind, and the fingers on her slender waist trembled with excitement. The blood all over his body rushed to his brain. His hips pressed against her soft flesh, and they pressed against her body arrogantly. They were close to each other. He kissed her until her face was flushed and her breath was ruffled before she let go of her lips and tongue slightly.

"You're not angry anymore, huh?" Yang Qingheng kissed the tip of his heroic nose tremblingly, and touched the bones at the end of his eyes with her slightly cold fingertips, massaging and stroking, as if comforting, more like flirting, an itch and tingling sensation shot up Song Hengjue's body. apex of heart.

In the dark night, Yang Qingheng couldn't see the man's expression clearly. He could only hear the warm and rapid breathing in his ears, and a pair of deep black eyes with watery eyes in front of him.

"You just trust him."

A sad male voice rang in her ears, and Yang Qingheng could even imagine Song Hengjue looking aggrieved and angry with red eyes in the dark, his heart so soft that his warm lips rubbed the side of his face in a flattering way, like coaxing a child. : "I was blinded by lard. I actually doubted you. I am simply the worst and stupidest idiot in the world. I will believe whatever you say from now on. Don't be angry, okay?"

Song Hengjue stared blankly at the darkness in front of him, knowing that his life was probably over.

From the moment the woman appeared outside the door, all the resentment accumulated over the past few days seemed to be suddenly shattered by a hammer. He thought almost depravedly that the fact that she could come meant that he did not have no status in her heart.

He could accept that she didn't love him that much, and he could even accept all of her distrust and misunderstandings.

God knows how uncomfortable he has been pretending to be these days. It's her when he closes his eyes, and it's her when he opens his eyes. When he thinks that they will never have a chance in the future, he is so sad that he goes crazy.

At this moment, he finally faced his own heart.

Rather than saying that he was angry at Yang Qingheng for not trusting her these past few days, it was better to say that he was panicking that he would have to be a stranger in front of her in the future.

So he deliberately asked Miss Xu to go on a blind date on her only road.

Yang Qingheng didn't know that if she was in the coffee shop today, even if she said a word in front of him, all his pretense would be defeated.

So the moment the woman apologized, the ruins in his heart suddenly rose up, his Adam's apple rolled, and his hoarse voice seemed to be praying: "Yang Qingheng, I know he is more important in your heart, but you also like me more." A little is good, just a little, I won’t ask for more.”

He could accept that Tang Bainian would occupy more of a place in her heart, as long as she didn't leave him.

Yang Qingheng's breath was stagnant, and her heart was heavy with guilt. She almost swore and said word by word: "Song Hengjue, I don't like anyone, I only like you."

She took his hand and placed it on her heart, which was beating wildly. It spread to Song Hengjue's fingertips, and his heartbeat also became chaotic.

Seeing that he didn't believe it, Yang Qingheng was amused and finally told him about his agreement and relationship with Tang Bainian.

"You mean, you and Tang Bainian were just having fun? You..." Fireworks suddenly exploded in his mind, and Song Hengjue was so happy that he almost fainted.

Yang Qingheng nodded and leaned into his ear: "I divorced him today."

divorced! divorced! !

Song Hengjue was really going to die in her hands today. He couldn't vent the excitement in his heart. He urgently needed to do something to soothe his overwhelming excitement. He kicked open the door and pushed her onto the bed suddenly without any patience. He pulled at her skirt almost savagely.

She didn't even pull open her skirt, but the hot kiss was already burning on her collarbone through the thin fabric, making Yang Qingheng's lower body tense and her toes tense.

Yang Qingheng always felt that Song Hengjue today had a pitiful energy and couldn't bear to push him away and let him do whatever he wanted. He even didn't say anything to stop him from accidentally biting him sometimes.

However, her feelings of pity and love quickly disappeared under Song Hengjue's wantonness.

I don’t know when the lights were turned on, and the beautiful scenery was unobstructed. Song Hengjue wore a silver ring on his sharp-jointed finger, which pressed against the purple veins. It was wild and inexplicably sexy, and the silver thread that had just been touched was The ring was covered with mist, and the strong visual impact made Yang Qingheng so ashamed that she almost cried.

Her knees were weak against his forearm, and she held the back of his hand in panic: "The ring is cold, I don't want this hand."

This was what Song Hengjue had in mind. How could he get what she wanted? The veins on the back of his hands suddenly tightened.

Yang Qingheng trembled all over and his mind went blank.

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When Yang Qingheng opened her eyes again, it was already noon the next day. The curtains were thoughtfully closed, and the hot sunshine outside could not shine in at all. There was a water glass placed by the bedside. She reached out to touch it, and it was still warm.

She stood up suddenly, and before she could sit up straight, she had already poured a mouthful of warm water into her mouth, finally moistening her dry and hoarse throat.

"Are you awake?" Almost at the same moment, Song Hengjue opened the door, with an apron still tied around his neck. He probably rushed in after hearing her voice.

Yang Qingheng's whole body ached, and she became angry when she saw his proud look.

She almost thought she wouldn't wake up today with such arrogant energy when she asked him to stop last night.

He drank water with his eyelids lowered, too annoyed to talk.

Song Hengjue knew that he was in the wrong, so he was not annoyed by the cold face. He came up to her with a shy face, pinched her delicate ankles to put her shoes on, and murmured: "I just made you your favorite white fungus soup, and steamed it." I got xiaolongbao, which is stuffed with carrots and pork that you like, and also has pancakes on it, the kind you were talking about to me a few days ago, and they are still warm, so you can eat them when you go out."

He kissed the side of her face stickyly, but Yang Qingheng pushed him away in disgust: "You haven't washed your face yet, don't touch me."

Song Hengjue took advantage of her not paying attention and took two deep breaths from the other side. He laughed sullenly, causing his chest to vibrate slightly: "I don't dislike it."

Yang Qingheng touched his face angrily and wiped it all back on his apron: "I dislike your saliva."

Song Hengjue pressed her lip line downwards, hugged her legs and bent into the toilet.

It was like the reincarnation of a clingy spirit, she was even stickier than usual. If Yang Qingheng hadn't kicked him out with a cold face, he would have even brushed her teeth.

"I didn't bring back a set of clothes when I lived here before. Where did you put them? I'll wear them later." Yang Qingheng swallowed the steamed buns in her mouth and looked up at the man opposite her who was staring at her intently. .

Last night's clothes were ravaged by Song Hengjue. Even two buttons were missing, making them unwearable at all.

Song Hengjue finally came to his senses and gave her half a bowl of white fungus soup: "You want to go out? Where are you going?"

"Go back to Tang Bainian's house," Yang Qingheng replied subconsciously. Looking at his face, he quickly added, "Go back and pack my things."

Song Hengjue's face softened a little, and he pursed his lips: "I'll help you clean up."