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

"Song Hengjue, do you know what you look like now?" Yang Qingheng almost laughed out loud and whispered in his ear.

"like what?"

Yang Qingheng said: "Like a vinegar seller on the street."

Song Hengjue:......

The man turned his head away, leaving her with an angry look on the back of his head.

"Stingy guy." Yang Qingheng reached out and pinched his slender fingers, but no matter how much she teased him, the man wouldn't turn around, like a puffer fish holding his breath.

Reluctantly, she kissed him on the cheek, and her soft lips rubbed the purple veins on the side of his neck, as if coaxing a child: "Don't be angry, I will talk to him less in the future, eh? Just pay attention to me." "

Song Hengjue didn't know how long it had been since he heard Yang Qingheng's soft voice. Goosebumps appeared on his arms. He almost turned around and hugged her, but he resisted.

The combined age of my two lifetimes is over 50 years old, but my mind is still getting smaller and smaller.

Yang Qingheng reached out and started the car.

Is this woman really not coaxing him anymore?

Song Hengjue didn't hear the woman's voice for a long time, and found that the person next to him had actually started to start the car, and his expression broke.

He had coaxed her for so many years in his previous life, but she couldn't coax him even once? Is she so impatient?

Song Hengjue felt aggrieved and regretful. If he had known that he would have given in when she coaxed him just now, now he is fine. The atmosphere is awkward.

He can reconcile with her, but he can't live with his face. If he doesn't reconcile with her, what if Yang Qingheng really ignores him?

Yang Qingheng didn't know that the person next to him had made eight hundred turns along the way. He slowly stopped the car and turned around: "Get out of the car."

Are you driving him out of the car? !

Is she so angry today?

Song Hengjue felt angry and annoyed when he heard her voice without any emotion, so he opened the car door and got out.

If you don't take him with you, he won't be able to walk back if your legs are long on him.

Then Yang Qingheng opened the door and got out of the car and saw that the man had walked more than ten meters along the road. He was confused: "Song Hengjue, what are you doing?"

"Go home!" Song Hengjue was furious. He also had dignity.

A quarrel is a quarrel, so why not drive him away!

Yang Qingheng was confused: "I'm not talking about buying you clothes. How can I help you choose them when you leave?"

"Buying... buying clothes?" Song Hengjue's angry expression froze on his face, and his whole body stiffened with embarrassment. He stumbled over with his head drooped, "I thought you were driving me away."

Yang Qingheng looked down upon him: "Don't judge others by yourself, you are the only one who can do such a childish thing."

Song Hengjue chatted, muttering in his heart, but he didn't dare to talk back, and followed her step by step.

After picking out the clothes, he had already forgotten what happened just now, and Le Diandian got into the car with the clothes bag.

Yang Qingheng was about to open the door when she heard a familiar yet unfamiliar voice: "Sister Yang."

"Zhao Yan?" Yang Qingheng was surprised. The person in front of him was actually a girl he had met once at the auction.

"I was thinking about going to your company yesterday to thank you, but the front desk said that you have not been in the company for the past two days. I didn't expect to meet you here now. What a coincidence," Zhao Yan excitedly held her hand with a smile on her face. , a pair of bright eyes, "If you hadn't helped me that day, I really don't know what I would have done."

It was only later that she found out that Pan Zhen actually had a relative who was a high-ranking official. Since he was arrested, people came to her door every day, threatening her and making her admit that she framed Pan Zhen but actually wanted to extort money. If Yang Qingheng hadn't been protecting her all the time. , she will be wronged.

Yang Qingheng shook his head: "It's easy, don't worry too much, and I have a bit of hatred with his family. Even if this matter hadn't happened, I would have taught him a lesson."

"Sister, you are so kind." Zhao Yan's heart trembled slightly.

Yang Qingheng actually saw a little bird-like dependence in her eyes. He was stunned, and his heart softened unconsciously. His voice still had the alienation at the beginning: "I feel embarrassed when you say this. By the way, you come here." , go shopping?"

"No, I'm working inside. Now I'm going home for lunch." Zhao Yan shook her head.

After provoking Pan Zhen last time, the auction house stopped allowing her to continue working there. She just happened to be introduced by a relative and came here as a saleswoman.

Yang Qingheng probably guessed the reason, but it was no longer her responsibility. He politely asked her where her home was, but she didn't expect that it happened to be in the same direction as their home, so she simply let her get in the car.

Zhao Yan got in the car, and Song Hengjue, who had always talked a lot, seemed to be sealed. He didn't speak during the whole journey. Until Zhao Yan left, he still frowned and looked low-spirited.

Yang Qingheng followed him into the kitchen, put her arms around his lean and strong waist from behind, and pressed her face against his back: "What's wrong with you recently? Your emotions are ups and downs, and you're not sure."

It was obviously a small thing, but it was easy to make him excited. He was either angry or annoyed, and sometimes sad. Once or twice she could understand that he was in a bad mood, but one after another, for many days, she felt something was wrong.

Song Hengjue froze and turned around hesitantly, looking at her steadily: "I'm going back to Hainan, maybe I'm in a bad mood."

Yang Qingheng said nothing and kissed his chin.

He is lying.

She didn't force him, but she couldn't help but think of the medicine she found in Song Hengjue's room last time. She told him to give him time, but until now he was unwilling to say what medicine it was.

Yang Qingheng always felt uneasy.

Song Hengjue was leaving early the next morning, and Yang Qingheng went to the train station to see him off.

"Don't give it away, there are so many people inside, don't crowd you." Song Hengjue carried the luggage and touched the top of her soft hair.

"Take good care of yourself when you go back, and pay attention to safety on the road." Yang Qingheng nodded and watched him walk into the station.

In less than five minutes, the train started moving.

They had been together every day for the past few days, and suddenly separated. Yang Qingheng felt empty in her heart, and she always felt an indescribable discomfort.

"Go back to the company?" Fang Nan didn't feel sad at all. If he hadn't been reluctant to give up money, he would have wanted to set off a few rows of firecrackers after Song Hengjue left.

There is nothing happier than having your boss on a business trip.

It would be best for Song Hengjue to live there for a few months.