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

"We broke up, what should I do?" Song Hengjue's eyes flashed with panic, and he grabbed her delicate and white wrist reflexively, "Is it okay if we don't break up?"

In Yang Qingheng's eyes, this posture was full of dependence, with the fear of suddenly entering a strange environment.

Unlike the men who had gone through the baptism of time later, Song Hengjue's eyes were as clear as a clear spring at this moment, looking like a real high school student.

Yang Qingheng never thought that she would have a kind of maternal love for Song Hengjue. Her heart was so soft that she put her soft palms on the cool hair on his head and rubbed it: "Of course."

Electricity quickly flashed through Song Hengjue's tail vertebrae and shot up to his brain, bursting like fireworks, and his ears burned as if they were on fire.

Avoiding Yang Qingheng's gaze, his eyes wandered and he buried his face in the quilt.

When Bai Wei entered the ward, Qilian happened to sit up from the bed.

"If you don't lie down properly, what will happen if the wound is involved?" She frowned and quickly stepped forward to help him.

The two of them were sitting in the back seat together just now, but Song Hengjue's injury was not as serious as that of Song Hengjue, especially Bai Wei, because Qi Lian subconsciously protected her, and Ta only had a slight scratch on her arm.

Qi Lian, however, had several large cuts on his hands and legs, but fortunately no muscles or bones were injured.

Looking at her brother's pale face, there was a rare pity in her eyes.

"How is Mr. Song, are you okay?" Qi Lian pursed his lips. In fact, what he wanted to ask more was, is he alive?

There was a hint of yin and yang in his tone.

Bai Wei couldn't tell, perhaps because she never thought that her nominal brother would be jealous. After all, he had always been well-behaved.

"The problem is not big. The doctor said his memory is a little confused."

Qi Lian pursed his lips: "Oh, then why don't you take care of him over there? What if he bumps into you?"

Bai Wei gave him a strange look: "He has a fiancée, and no matter how bad he is, he still has an assistant. What am I doing with him? Am I his servant?"

This sentence hit Qilian somewhere. He unconsciously raised the corners of his mouth, stared at her face with bright eyes, and made two vague breathy sounds in his mouth.

Bai Wei was confused: "What did you say?"

Qilian's eyelashes trembled slightly, not daring to look into her eyes: "No, I said I was hungry."

After watching Song Hengjue, Yang Qingheng went back and arranged for people to pay attention to the newspaper office and the hospital, so that people would not expose the matter.

However, the car accident that day happened not far from the downtown area. Although the hospital and the newspaper office took precautions, the people's mouths could not be prevented.

Yang Qingheng looked at Song Hengjue's cell phone and didn't know how many times it rang. She felt a headache and pinched her eyebrows.

They were either shareholders of the company or Song Hengjue's partners, as well as several friends she didn't know. She almost lost her voice, and later she simply stopped answering.

Song Hengjue was holding a bowl of porridge and drinking porridge, looking at the ugly-faced woman across from him. He didn't dare to express his anger for fear of saying the wrong thing and offending her.

The woman in front of him was very different from the girl he had always imagined. The current Yang Qingheng was like a dynamite barrel that could tear him apart.

Yang Qingheng turned around and saw Song Hengjue's worried eyes. Thinking that the doctor said he couldn't be emotional, she quickly calmed down the emotions on her face and touched his head: "Eat your porridge, you shouldn't worry about the rest."

Besides, he doesn't have the ability to worry even if he wants to.

Song Hengjue put his fist to his lips and coughed dryly to cover up the heat on his face. When he saw her about to go out, he grabbed her sleeve and pointed at the porridge on the table: "You eat something first." It's been a busy morning.

Yang Qingheng was stunned. She didn't know when to put the fish fillet porridge aside. She seemed to know that she didn't like to eat chopped green onions, so all the chopped green onions were left in the bowl.

She squinted her eyes and suddenly felt a little suspicious. She picked up the bowl of porridge pretending to be casual and frowned: "Why did you throw away the green onions? How can I drink it?"

Doesn't she like chopped green onions?

Song Hengjue's mind was stuck for a moment, his eyes flickered, and he avoided her scrutinizing gaze: "Today's green onions don't seem to be very fresh, and they don't taste right when I eat them."

Yang Qingheng said meaningfully: "Oh~"

He snorted in his heart, he said before that he liked her not long before they got married, but now it seems that this sultry guy didn't tell the truth.

But even if she thought about it, she couldn't figure out when she met Song Hengjue.

Anyway, she would never believe in love at first sight.

Before she could think about it, the door was suddenly pushed open from the outside, and Fang Nan came in dusty, with two black spots in his eyes.

When he entered the room, he glanced at Song Hengjue and then looked at Yang Qingheng aside, with a bit of worry: "How is he?"

After all, she had never been in contact with Song Hengjue's company, and she didn't know who she could trust, so she asked him to come back by train as soon as Song Hengjue's accident happened.

"That's not it." Yang Qingheng crossed her legs, her fingers flew, and the apple peel fell into the trash can in one piece, and was stuffed into Song Hengjue's hand.

Not wanting Song Hengjue to know too much about the company and make him worry, Fang Nan raised his chin and motioned for him to go out and chat.

"The doctor said we don't know yet whether the memory can be restored. The company's affairs will trouble you a lot." Yang Qingheng sighed. The old shareholders of the company are probably not peaceful owners in the first place. When something happened to Song Hengjue, it became even more troublesome. It's amazing. If she hadn't transferred Song Hengjue to the hospital immediately that day, I don't know what kind of trouble would have happened in the ward now.

Song Hengjue has no memory now, and she must help him keep the company safe.

Fang Nan didn't hesitate: "Don't say polite words, that's what you should do."

He complained about Song Hengjue every day, but he knew how much convenience Song Hengjue had given him over the years. Now that he was needed, there was no way he could run away.

Yang Qingheng wanted to say something else, but there was a muffled sound in the ward, which was the sound of heavy objects falling to the ground.