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

Qi Lian watched his younger brother come back, pursed his lips, and glanced in the direction of Yang Qingheng: "Did she accept the money?"

"Take it." The younger brother promised, patting his chest.

Qilian nodded and closed his eyes to rest.

The younger brother glanced at him quietly, said nothing, and looked sympathetically in the direction of Yang Qingheng.

What a good girl, with such good looks and a good personality, why did she fall in love with his elder brother? It's such a pity.

His eldest brother doesn't like anyone except Miss Bai Wei.

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Boxiang Headquarters.

Song Hengjue didn't know how many times he looked at the phone on the table.

"Who did President Song have an appointment with?" Bai Wei crossed her legs and sat lazily across from him, raising her eyebrows slightly.

"If you have anything to say, just tell me." Song Hengjue came back to his senses and looked at the woman opposite, looking a little impatient.

Bai Wei wasn't angry either. She put down her legs and sat up straight: "That's nothing. I told you before, how did you think about it?"

"What happened?" Song Hengjue glanced at her inexplicably, without any memory.

"Marry me and I'll give you the piece of land in the east of the city." Bai Wei finally looked more serious.

Song Hengjue seemed to have heard some nonsense: "If this is what you are talking about today, needless to say, it is impossible."

He waved his hand and turned away the guests with a cold face.

"Are you dissatisfied?" Bai Wei frowned, a little displeased. Song Hengjue spoke too loudly, so he gritted his teeth, "After the matter is completed, I can give you eight percent of the shares. Mr. Song, I can only give in. It’s already here, and it would be too much to add any more.”

I felt a little resentful.

If the old man hadn't been dying and insisted on giving the family property to the illegitimate son, she wouldn't have come to beg him like this. Song Hengjue was worthy of being the boss of Boxiang, and he really knew how to take advantage of the situation.

Seeing that she didn't understand, Song Hengjue suddenly put his hand on the table. A ring was very conspicuous: "I have a fiancée, and we will get married soon. Do you understand?"

"Is she a lady from the capital? From which family?" Bai Wei was stunned for a second, thinking of the rumors during this period, he hesitated to speak.

It turns out that she already has a marriage partner. No wonder he didn't want to see her no matter how she asked him out a few days ago.

Song Hengjue was silent for a moment, and his tense face suddenly softened: "It's not our young lady, it's my first love."

Bai Wei could hear a hint of embarrassment in his tone and couldn't believe it: "Is that why?"

Song Hengjue thought about calling Yang Qingheng. Seeing that she was still unwilling to leave, he felt bored and stood up: "There is no need to discuss this matter. You don't have to tell me anymore. You can go back."

"Song Hengjue, do you know how valuable the land in the east of the city is, and how much 8% of the shares are owned. As long as you marry me, these will all be yours. You are a smart man, you should know how to choose, not to mention, We can sign an agreement that we will not interfere in each other's love life after marriage." Bai Wei was unwilling to give in.

Seeing Song Hengjue's expression of indifference, she stood up helplessly and went out: "Think about it carefully."

His company recently had a big project and was short of liquidity, and she needed a backer to help her gain a foothold in the company. This was obviously a mutually beneficial thing.

He didn't think he was this kind of person before, but he went to the capital and had his brain eaten?

Bai Wei didn't understand.

"Ms. Bai, are you going to the company or going home?" The driver greeted her as soon as he saw her.

Bai Wei glanced at him lightly, opened the car door, and raised her eyebrows in surprise: "Qilian? You're back."

"Sister, why are you here?" The ice and snow on Qilian's indifferent face melted.

"What else can we do if we talk about cooperation?" Bai Wei's voice was calm and she opened the file in her hand with her backhand.

Qi Lian noticed that the woman didn't want to talk to him anymore, so he tightened his fingers on his legs and turned around, not disturbing her again.

After a long time, he said: "Sister, is it because of the marriage?"

"Well, you don't know," Bai Wei frowned, a little unhappy at being disturbed, but still answered patiently, as if coaxing a child, "Are you tired from taking the train for such a long time? Take a rest first, what's the matter? Let’s talk about it when we get back.”

It was as if the document in his hand was a thousand times more important than him.

Qi Lian was coaxed by his gentle words of concern and finally calmed down.

The black trousers were straight, and they were so close to the hem of the pure white skirt next to them that they seemed to be intertwined with just a slight movement. Qi Lian's eyes trembled slightly, and he looked away like fire.

upstairs.

When Song Hengjue saw that the person had finally left, he picked up the phone and stood up, dialing the number he knew so well.

"Song Hengjue? What's going on?" After ringing for a long time, Yang Qingheng's voice came from over there, sounding a bit cold.

Song Hengjue pursed his lips. After being unhappy for several days, he almost couldn't control his tone: "I don't have to have anything to do with you? Have you forgotten our relationship?"

At this point, he was a little frustrated. He endured not calling, but he didn't expect the woman to really forget about him.

If he hadn't made this call, she would never have contacted him.

Yang Qingheng dragged her luggage out of the car, nodded politely to the driver, and gave him the money.

"I didn't mean that. I didn't see you busy and didn't want to disturb you."

"Don't want to disturb me? I see that you clearly don't want me to disturb you," Song Hengjue said angrily, "In so many days, you haven't even wanted to call me one day."

When she called Tang Bainian in front of him before, she was not so distant and perfunctory.

A smile flashed in Yang Qingheng's eyes, and she looked up at the building in front of her: "Because it's not necessary."

Song Hengjue couldn't hold it back and swore a curse word, feeling panicked in his heart: "Because you don't take me at all."

There was no woman's voice on the phone for a long time, as if she thought he was being unreasonable and didn't want to talk to him at all.

The expression on Song Hengjue's face cracked, and he almost lost his temper. He picked up the car keys on the table and rushed downstairs.

The secretary saw him coming out and quickly caught up with the document: "Mr. Song, there is an urgent document."

Song Hengjue didn't even look at it, but pushed the document away angrily.

What a broken document, he wants to go back to the capital!