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

This is about settling accounts later in the year.

Song Hengjue shrank his neck and refused to admit it: "What, I really feel pain. The cat must have pressed on the wound you scratched last night. There was no scab, but it scratched it open again. "

Yang Qingheng was doubtful, and finally rolled her eyes at him: "Believe me, you are a ghost."

"Didn't you say yesterday that you would believe whatever I say from now on." Song Hengjue grabbed her sleeve and complained.

Yang Qingheng sneered and pushed him away mercilessly: "Now I regret it. You don't have a few truths in your mouth. I can't believe it."

"You're still regretting it?" Song Hengjue was displeased and held her waist tightly, insisting that she give an explanation.

How could the rights and interests he had finally fought for be revoked by her all of a sudden? He hadn't even enjoyed them for a few days.

Yang Qingheng held his chin with two fingers, looked at him carefully, and said funnyly like a slut, "No one ever told you that a woman's words in bed cannot be trusted?"

Song Hengjue couldn't believe it and grabbed her face: "The big boss is still lying. I will go to your secretarial team to break the news, saying that you pulled up your pants and refused to recognize anyone."

"Go away, drive quickly." Yang Qingheng pouted, but did not expose him.

Song Hengjue was hated by several of her secretaries, so it was strange that someone would pay attention to him. As long as he dared to say something bad about her, someone would report the bad things he said to her tomorrow, and he wished she could Just fire him.

Song Hengjue also had self-awareness and honestly got into the driver's seat to drive.

"I'm going to Minghuayuan, where are you going?" After passing a fork in the road, Yang Qingheng frowned. He was not following her instructions. He was clearly heading towards his own home.

Song Hengjue's face was not red and his heart was not beating: "Your place is not good. It is too far away from the company. You might as well live at my place. You can sleep ten minutes more every morning."

"I have my own house, so why not live in your house? Find a place and turn back." Yang Qingheng was speechless.

After finally moving out from Tang Bainian's place, Song Hengjue wanted to tie someone up in his belt. How could he let her get her wish? He continued to seduce her: "Look at you alone. The house is deserted. If you live with me, I will cook every day." , I have learned a lot of soups in the past few days. If you like it, I will make soup for you every day. It’s great, you can come back for a lunch break at noon."

Yang Qingheng had been fed up with the food in the company canteen for several years, and was a little moved for some reason. Before hesitating, the car stopped in front of Song Hengjue's house.

Song Hengjue succeeded, fearing that she would suddenly regret it, he opened the trunk, took her luggage and rushed into the room, so anxious that he wished he stepped on Hot Wheels.

Fang Nan was about to go out, but almost missed being knocked away by him. A Ji Ling dodged to the side, speechless: "Why are you running so fast? Are you finally going crazy after breaking up?"

"Only singles are crazy." Song Hengjue laughed with pride.

Before Fang Nan could even process these words, Yang Qingheng had already opened the door and came in, nodding friendly towards him.

Fang Nan looked at Song Hengjue in disbelief as if he was struck by lightning.

Is this eldest brother sick? Yesterday there was a breakup and a blind date, he was going to take it seriously. Today Yang Qingheng is going to move in? Does he look like a giant monkey?

How about playing with him?

Song Hengjue didn't care what his mood was, he only cared about being happy. He took out a key and threw it into his arms: "You can move to Xinhua Community from now on."

"This family is so big, it can't accommodate me?" Fang Nan was dumbfounded, feeling inexplicably annoyed that he had been abandoned when his real wife came.

"The house is so big, what's the point of asking him to move out?" Yang Qingheng coughed dryly, but also a little embarrassed. There was no reason for her to drive people away as soon as she came.

Fang Nan nodded in agreement and was quite touched. Just as he was about to flatter Yang Qingheng, Song Hengjue showed no mercy: "It's not impossible for you to stay and be a nanny for us."

If you can't see it, don't disturb their lives.

Song Hengjue narrowed his eyes and looked at Fang Nan, as if to say that as long as he dared to say that he was unwilling to move out, he would twist his head off.

"It's too much to value sex over friends." Fang Nan held her heart and pointed a finger at him, but she took the key neatly and rushed upstairs to pack her luggage.

It was so comfortable to live alone. He just deliberately caused trouble for Song Hengjue, and he was stupid and didn't want to move out.

Anyway, it was Song Hengjue's house, so he happened to live there and enjoy it.

Then Yang Qingheng was amused when he saw the man who just said he didn't want to leave dragging two suitcases downstairs in less than ten minutes.

I remembered that I still had a lot of luggage, so I went upstairs to pack it.

Song Hengjue was about to follow him upstairs. Fang Nan quickly grabbed his sleeve and finally remembered what happened when he came back today: "Wait a minute, I forgot to tell you something."

Song Hengjue reluctantly looked away from Yang Qingheng's back and raised his chin: "What?"

"Everything in the company has been arranged. When will you return to Hainan?"

As soon as he finished speaking, Song Hengjue's eyes flashed, he put his fist to his lips and coughed: "Please slow down this matter."

I finally got on good terms with Yang Qingheng, and asking him to go to Hainan was a prick in his heart.

Fang Nan knew that he would regret it, but then he said, "I'm afraid it won't be good if you don't go back this time. The old man in Shengting has recently focused on Baicheng's project. If you don't go back, there will be trouble."

"Old man, you want to eat so much in one bite, and you're not afraid of stuffing yourself to death." Song Hengjue was not surprised at all. His eyes sank, sarcastically. Thinking of being separated from Yang Qingheng, his irritability had nowhere to vent, and he said helplessly, "I'll think about it again. For a moment, get ready first."

They say they should consider it, but in fact there is no room for consideration. This time they must go back.

Yang Qingheng turned around and saw Song Hengjue's tight lip lines, worried: "What did Fang Nan tell you?"

"I might have to go back to Hainan." Song Hengjue sighed and hugged her waist tightly from behind, feeling inexplicably aggrieved.

Yang Qingheng hung the clothes in the closet and didn't quite understand: "Go to work when you have a job. Why, you've been idle for too long and you don't want to work anymore?"

"You really want me to go back? Don't you miss me?" Song Hengjue knew that he was being unreasonable now, but he was just unhappy and dissatisfied. He bit her ear angrily, grinding his teeth on her. Glowing earlobes.

Yang Qingheng couldn't help but get goosebumps on his neck. Her soft fingertips ran through his prickly hair, coaxing, "How could that be?"