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

"Shit, I cooked all the food for you," Song Hengjue laughed angrily at the fact that she opened her eyes and told lies. He pressed her waist and brushed the hair on her forehead against her neck, "The bed is soft, it won't. I serve you every time, you let me go back?"

His lips pressed against her soft flesh.

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Yang Qingheng only felt that a century had passed. She bit her lip and turned back. She grabbed his prickly hair and forced him to raise his head. Her soft fingertips pressed against his lips, which seemed to be covered with water stains. , which made people blush and make their hearts beat faster, and they were a little annoyed: "Do you still want it?"

Song Hengjue succeeded and held her shoulders down.

It was the next morning when the two woke up again.

Yang Qingheng stretched and reached out his hand to the side. It was cold. Song Hengjue didn't know how long he had been gone.

Warm water and notes were thoughtfully placed by the bedside.

[I go to work, warm breakfast in the kitchen, and come back to eat with you at noon. 】

She glanced at the time and saw that it was already ten o'clock in the morning. Her stomach was empty, so she quickly washed up and went to the kitchen to find something to eat.

It's millet porridge cooked by Song Hengjue, and a plate of xiaolongbao, which tastes pretty good.

After Yang Qingheng had eaten enough, she had the energy to observe the house.

It is a single-family villa. Apart from necessary furniture and daily necessities, there is nothing else. It seems to be unpopular. It is probably his own house, and Yao Ying lives in another place.

Yang Qingheng felt a little relieved. She was divorced and still in love. Every time she saw Yao Ying, she felt awkward and weird, and she was embarrassed.

She didn't bring many things, and she didn't know when Song Hengjue had packed them for her. Several sets of clothes were hung neatly in the closet, side by side with his.

After seeing the scenery in the yard clearly, she paused and her pupils suddenly shrank.

This yard... turned out to be the same as the yard in her previous life.

"Mr. Song planted it with his own hands. Several bunches died. They were planted neatly this year." The aunt opened the door and came in. When she saw her, a flash of surprise flashed in her eyes and she came forward with a smile. "I am the aunt at home. I am responsible for doing the planting." I'm the one who cleans the dishes. Just give me your orders if you need anything."

Yang Qingheng nodded politely and said a few words before going upstairs. He was so bored that he simply went to Song Hengjue's study to find a book to read.

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"Mr. Song, don't reject me in a hurry. You will only make a profit in this transaction. After this village, you will lose your chance to find such a good thing again." Bai Wei looked at the man in the driver's seat in front of her. Don’t give up and advise.

Song Hengjue stared at the road ahead seriously, frowning: "Miss Bai, if you continue to talk about this again and again, you will get out. Also, if you don't talk while driving, shut up."

I wish I could give myself a big mouth.

If he knew that these two people were so difficult to get along with, he would never have been soft-hearted and let them get in the car just now.

It's all a lie that you can't get a taxi in the suburbs. This woman got in the car just to talk about this.

Bai Wei was embarrassed and finally closed her mouth, a little speechless.

Song Hengjue is already a grown man, so he shouldn't be so naive.

Millions are not as good as a woman?

What's more, it was just a fake marriage, and they divorced after a few years. He is a grown man and doesn't suffer. He is really a stubborn person.

If she wasn't afraid of making things unclear after cooperating with others, she wouldn't care to talk to him.

Qi Lian, who was standing next to him, saw that Bai Wei had a bad look on his face, his pupils were narrowed, and his dark eyes were like ink, and he glanced at Song Hengjue in front of him.

Song Hengjue suddenly didn't realize it, honked the horn, and then turned gently, only to see a truck rushing towards this direction.

His expression changed and he turned the steering wheel hard.

Home.

Yang Qingheng didn't know how many times he checked the time, but he always felt his heart beating rapidly.

It was already one o'clock at noon, almost an hour and a half after get off work. With Song Hengjue's pestering energy during this period, it was impossible that he didn't even get a call.

Is there something wrong with the company?

After hesitating for a moment, he stood up, picked up his bag and was about to go out, when the cell phone in his bag suddenly rang.

The woman's voice passed through his ears, and Yang Qingheng's mind went blank, and he no longer knew how to think.

I bent down to put on my shoes, but couldn't help but fell to the ground, only to find that my hands and feet were so weak that I had no strength.

The aunt exclaimed and rushed over to help her.

Yang Qingheng was in a daze, pushed her hand away, and ran outside in a panic.

Bai Wei listened to the chaotic crackling noises over there and quickly explained: "It's not life-threatening."

But no reply was heard.

Song Hengjue touched his head and gasped in pain: "Who are you?"

He had asked this three times. Bai Wei finally looked towards him, thought of something, her eyes flashed slightly, and she suddenly came close to his face, as close as if she wanted to kiss him, and smiled: "What do you think?"

Song Hengjue shrank back suddenly as if frightened. The wound on his head was involved. He grimaced in pain and almost couldn't hold back the curse.

When he woke up, he was suddenly in a strange ward, and there was a woman he didn't know!

He stared closely at the half-palm-sized machine in Bai Wei's hand and the strange and strange environment around him. He dug his nails on the bed board and felt uneasy.

He pursed his lips and glanced at the strange woman in front of him, and said warily: "Forget it if you don't tell me."

"Heartless, even I have forgotten," Bai Wei sniffed, grabbed his hand and held it in hers, "Hengjue, I am your fiancée."

Song Hengjue looked into her eyes steadily, as if trying his best to digest this ridiculous information, and uttered two words into Bai Wei's expectant eyes.

"fart."

Gee, he is still somewhat smart despite his amnesia.

Bai Wei's mouth twitched in disgust: "Why are you speaking so rudely?"

Yang Qingheng opened the door and heard this sentence, and her heart suddenly returned to her stomach.

When Bai Wei saw her coming in, she quickly stood up, looked her around and smiled politely: "Since you are here, I will leave this place to you."

Yang Qingheng nodded gratefully: "Sorry to trouble you, you were also scared today. Go back and rest quickly. I'll treat you to dinner another day."

Bai Wei glanced at her thoughtfully, and then glanced at Song Hengjue with disgust.

Don't mention it, Song Hengjue is not good at anything else, but his vision is good.

Song Hengjue stared closely at the familiar yet unfamiliar face in front of him. His brain was like an old-fashioned wall clock that had been in disrepair. It didn't know how to rotate. His thin lips pursed into a straight line due to nervousness.

"Do you have a headache?" Yang Qingheng reached out to help his head to see clearly, but the man dodged it.

She finally noticed something strange and frowned: "What's wrong with you?"

"Who are you?" Song Hengjue's fingers unconsciously dug into the sheets underneath him, twisting out a wrinkle.

Yang Qingheng felt cold in her heart and ran outside in a panic: "Doctor?"

Two minutes later, she stared at the doctor's opening and closing mouth, her temples hurting: "You mean, he only has the memory of being seventeen now?"

The doctor patted her shoulder and reassured her: "You don't have to be so pessimistic. The current situation is already the best result. When the blood clot in the brain disappears, there is still hope that memory can be restored."

After a car accident, you are lucky to be alive.

In other words, it might not be possible to recover? Yang Qingheng was not comforted at all. He pinched his eyebrows, hoping that this was just a dream.

In just one day, my boyfriend became a minor?

孽 孽!

"Eat a light diet. The most important thing now is to take good care of the patient's health." The doctor was used to seeing separations between life and death, so he didn't have much emotion. He gave the instructions and went off.

Song Hengjue watched Yang Qingheng purse her lips and say nothing, feeling uneasy. The knuckles of her fingers that were dug into the sheets turned white, and there were faint pink blood streaks between her fingernails.

When he opened his mouth, he realized that his voice was terribly dry and hoarse: "What...do I have to do with you?"

Yang Qingheng stared at his clear eyes, feeling a sense of guilt in her heart.

It's quite scary to wake up and find that I have grown so many years since I was a minor and suddenly have such an older girlfriend.

After hesitating for a moment, he still said truthfully: "I am your ex-wife."

"Ex... ex-wife?" Song Hengjue's heart finally died and she almost collapsed.

So not only did he marry Yang Qingheng, but he was also abandoned by her?

Song Hengjue wished he could slap himself twice in the face. He was heartbroken and his nose was blocked.

He never thought that this marriage was divorced by himself. After all, in Song Hengjue's heart, even being with Yang Qingheng was a luxury for him, so how could he be willing to divorce her.

Sure enough, he disliked her age.

Seeing his heartbroken look, Yang Qingheng suddenly became angry. She grabbed his ears and gritted her teeth: "Why, you still dislike me? Let me tell you, not only have you divorced me, you are still my boyfriend. "

What an expression, if she hadn't cared about him being a wounded person now, she would have wanted to teach him a lesson.

Looking at Song Hengjue's miserable state with a bandage on his head, she finally refused to continue irritating him and said helplessly: "If you're not used to it, we can break up first. When you recover your memory, we can continue to be together."

Even Yang Qingheng herself didn't notice that when she said these words, her heart sank, and her lowered eyelashes covered up the disappointment deep in her eyes.