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

Song Hengjue recognized him as Yang Qingheng's ex-boyfriend.

When Yang Qingheng came home, she saw the man sitting on the sofa with his hands folded. His expression didn't look very happy. She changed her shoes and walked over, pinched his ears, and said in a coaxing tone: "Why are you unhappy? You don’t have to go to work, how nice it is.”

Unexpectedly, the man raised his head the next second and shook his head: "I just thought of other things. By the way, how did you get together with me?"

Faced with the man's direct gaze, Yang Qingheng was stunned for a second, and then told the truth: "My parents forced me to get married, and you kidnapped me on the way."

Speaking of this, she was still a little touched.

If Song Hengjue hadn't arrived in time, she would have become the wife of a fool.

He kissed Song Hengjue hard.

He looked at her dryly: "So we got married? Then, why did we divorce?"

Song Hengjue wanted to know too much. He tried his best to recall those things, but it felt like a piece was missing in his head and he felt very uncomfortable.

"Ah!" He screamed and hugged his head tightly, almost fainting from the pain.

Yang Qingheng's face turned pale, and she stretched out her hand to pat his back to calm him down. She said angrily, "Whatever you want to do, it's all in the past. The doctor said that the memory will slowly recover. Don't worry."

The corners of Song Hengjue's eyes were red, he held her waist and buried himself in her arms, his nose red and silent.

During this time, he had been thinking about whether he had any sweet love experience with her, but he did not expect that this was just his fantasy.

He actually stole her!

Song Hengjue couldn't accept it. He bit his lower lip with his neat teeth and muttered: "Yang Qingheng, do you like me?"

Yang Qingheng was stunned by his question and his face became hot.

To the former Song Hengjue, she would have dared to say all kinds of weird things, let alone saying she liked him. But facing the seventeen-year-old in front of her, her mouth seemed to be stuck with glue and she could not speak.

So sinful.

"Don't you like me?" Song Hengjue felt the woman's long silence, and his heart sank to the bottom.

The man who lost his memory seemed to have lost his maturity overnight, looking at her with eager eyes.

How pitiful.

Yang Qingheng was soft-hearted, gritted her teeth, and rubbed his head hard: "How could I not like you? Don't think too much."

Song Hengjue got his wish and was buried deeply in her arms.

"Wait, please step back." Yang Qingheng felt the man's lips accidentally rub against her arms, and her whole body froze.

Song Hengjue also realized it. He smelled the vague fragrance and froze in place. After all, he was still young and interested in everything. After a while, he couldn't control it.

The ears were so red that they looked like they were about to bleed.

Boy and girl are friends, and they were also husband and wife before. It's not impossible for something like this to happen now... right?

He convinced himself that he was out of control.

Women also have needs. Yang Qingheng had been holding back for a long time. How could he stay awake when he was so seduced? The two kissed each other after a while.

Song Hengjue was not satisfied with kissing at first and slid his fingers down hesitantly.

Yang Qingheng touched his tailbone.

Song Hengjue's whole body trembled, his mind went blank, his breathing became tight, and his knuckled fingers pinched the button of her collar, shaking terribly.

However, the more urgent it became, the harder it became to untie it. In the end, I was so angry and annoyed that I even tore the button apart.

The fair and delicate skin came into view instantly, and Song Hengjue's mind stopped spinning.

"...You! Stand up." Yang Qingheng took the time to glance at Song Hengjue's face, almost jumped up, pulled the handkerchief and pressed his face, forcing his head back.

Five minutes later, Song Hengjue covered her nose with a handkerchief, feeling so embarrassed that she wanted to find a crack in the ground and crawl in.

No one would have nosebleeds from the very beginning of doing something like this.

Hearing Yang Qingheng's joking laughter, she felt even more ashamed and aggrieved. She muttered, almost begging, "Can you please stop laughing?"

"Okay, okay, I'm not kidding you anymore, little pervert," Yang Qingheng coughed dryly, covering the side of his face, forcing him to turn his head, and coaxing him, "Let me see how he's doing, is he still bleeding?"

"No more, don't look at it." Song Hengjue looked embarrassed and ran away, slipping into his room.

It's embarrassing enough, but don't let her see his bloody face again.

Yang Qingheng was so funny that she didn't follow him.

Song Hengjue was probably too embarrassed. He asked him to calm down for a while. If he suddenly made someone angry, he would have nothing to do next time.

What Fang Nan saw when he walked in was a pool of blood on the sofa: "Damn it, did you hit Song Hengjue?"

The more I think about it, the more likely it is.

He was tired of dealing with all the things in the company in the past few days, not to mention Yang Qingheng, a violent and crazy woman. It was quite reasonable for her to hit Song Hengjue a few times when her temper got angry.

"Why should I hit him?" Yang Qingheng quickly arranged his clothes and cursed in his mind, why did Song Hengjue even give Fang Nan the key to this house? "Song Hengjue's nosebleeds."

"Oh," Fang Nan nodded subconsciously, then reacted meaningfully, "Oh~"

Looking at Yang Qingheng's disheveled appearance, I still can't figure it out.

A joking reminder: "He is just recovering from his illness, so please restrain yourself and don't be too fussy."

Yang Qingheng's brain let out a sharp roar. Looking at Fang Nan's teasing eyes, she wished she could faint just like that.

There was a kind of embarrassment and guilt of being caught by the other parent sleeping with their underage son. She felt that she was now a completely weird aunt.

If she could go back ten minutes ago, she would never hug Song Hengjue.

But he didn't show it at all on his face. Instead, he snorted coldly at Fang Nan: "Am I that kind of person in your eyes?"

Why not? That's too true.

Fang Nan cursed, have you ever looked at the incident where someone took off someone's pants in the toilet?

It's a pity that the person in front of him is not only a friend, but also his boss. He didn't dare to say it out loud and kept echoing: "Of course not. Mr. Yang is aboveboard. How could he do such a thing? It must be Song Hengjue's shameless seduction of you. Wait. I will teach him a lesson later."

"Don't worry about the couple's affairs," Yang Qingheng coughed dryly and poured him a glass of warm water. "By the way, yesterday I asked you to make an appointment with a psychiatrist. Have you made the appointment yet?"