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

A sudden shock can scare a person to death.

"Yes, is there any problem?" Fang Nan asked strangely as he took a bowl of rice.

what is the problem? The problem is big!

Song Hengjue was so anxious that he walked around the room.

"Stop, stop, stop, don't leave, you're making me dizzy." Fang Nan felt that the rice in the bowl was no longer fragrant, so he slapped his chopsticks and pushed him down on his seat, "What's going on, you should tell me."

Song Hengjue's lips moved, but he stopped talking: "Do you feel that Yang Qingheng doesn't like me that much?"

"Crazy," Fang Nan thought it was an important matter. After hearing this, she got angry and rolled her eyes at him, "If she doesn't like you, why should she help you clean up such a big mess? I think you have been too busy recently. You should Find a class."

He found all the things in the company annoying and thankless. If Yang Qingheng had no feelings for him, he would have run away long ago.

"What if... what if..." Song Hengjue had no idea.

"Just in case, you two are together. If you don't feel safe and you get married, will Yang Qingheng refuse to agree?" Fang Nan said, "And I think you two have been together for so long, so it's time for you to get married." Remarried."

I don’t know how many people are watching a successful woman who is rich or just divorced.

When he was working at Yang Qingheng's company, he discovered that the pretty young employees would hang out outside Yang Qingheng's office from time to time.

Fang Nan swore that he had never seen such an explicit look in his life.

In order for him to receive two wages a month, he felt that he had an obligation to give Song Hengjue a good beating.

Song Hengjue's fingers trembled slightly and hesitated.

Fang Nan slapped the table: "Just listen to what I said. While you are still ill, if she doesn't agree to it then, if you come up with a painful plan, will she still agree?"

"...It's not good." Song Hengjue felt something was wrong with what he said.

It feels like moral kidnapping.

The next day, the company.

"Mr. Yang, this is the preliminary handover result from Haili. Take a look and ask Mr. Song to sign it." Li Nian knocked on the door and came in directly to sit in front of the desk.

Yang Qingheng took it and looked at it carefully twice, and signed his name after confirming that there was nothing wrong.

Li Nian hesitated to speak, and finally frowned: "Mr. Song is not here?"

"It's the same when I sign. Why, do you think what I signed doesn't count?" Yang Qingheng raised her eyes. There were no emotions in her dark eyes, but they made people feel inexplicably guilty, as if all her little thoughts were invisible in front of her. .

Li Nian's eyes flashed and he twitched his lips: "That's not what I meant. I'm used to asking Mr. Song to sign. I just didn't react at the moment."

"Is there anything else?" Yang Qingheng smiled half-heartedly, picked up the coat on the side and stood up, looking like he was about to go out.

"Of course not." Li Nian smiled and followed her out.

Seeing Yang Qingheng disappear in the elevator, the smile on his face faded, and his eyes were fixed on the direction of the elevator, thoughtfully.

"Mr. Li?" The assistant next to him came over cautiously.

Li Nian narrowed his eyes: "Find two reliable people to follow Song Hengjue, record his recent itinerary and actions completely, and report to me every day."

Things are really getting interesting.

Yang Qingheng had just left the company's building and saw a familiar car in the blink of an eye. The next second, the car window slowly lowered, and Song Hengjue's familiar face appeared in front of her.

"Why are you here?" With a sincere smile in her eyes, she opened the car door and got in.

"I want to have dinner with you at noon." Song Hengjue's ears were filled with heat, and he didn't know where to put his hands and feet.

"Hey, you are so clingy today," Yang Qingheng raised her eyebrows, raised her wrist and glanced at the time. It was only half past ten, "It's not time to eat yet, I have to go to the factory now, come with me?"

This is what Song Hengjue came here for today. How could she get her wish? He rubbed his stomach with his big knuckled hands and said with a grimace: "But I seem to be hungry. There are so many people in the company. Do you have to go to the factory?" They are not trash."

Yang Qingheng was helpless and said hesitantly: "How about you go and eat by yourself? I'll go to the factory to work for a while. When I come back, I'll go to the restaurant to find you."

Song Hengjue's back stiffened and he muttered: "No... it's not good."

The driver in the front seat couldn't stand it anymore and pretended to be concerned: "Mr. Song, just listen to Mr. Yang. You haven't eaten until this morning. If you wait until noon, your stomach will be starved."

"Didn't you eat?" Yang Qingheng frowned and became nervous as expected. He scolded, "Song Hengjue, don't you know your current physical condition? You haven't recovered from your illness yet, yet you dare to make such a fuss about yourself."

Song Hengjue was at a loss. He felt satisfied with her attention, but was also frightened and embarrassed by her cold face.

The driver glanced at the rearview mirror and said earnestly: "I heard you and Secretary Fang say that this factory has a special person in charge. You are a big boss. Why don't you go to such a small matter in person? Just leave it to them. What? I asked you to do it yourself, are the people here raised to eat hard food?"

It's really not a big deal.

Yang Qingheng was silent for a moment and sighed: "Let's go to the restaurant."

Song Hengjue didn't expect it to go so smoothly, so he secretly gave the driver a thumbs up.

The driver glanced out of the corner of his eye for a second and raised his chin.

When it comes to chasing women, it still depends on him.

"It's not that you're hungry, why do you eat so little?" Yang Qingheng looked at the almost untouched food on Song Hengjue's plate and frowned slightly.

Song Hengjue held the small box in his hand, not knowing where to put his hands and feet. The smile on his face froze, and he frequently glanced towards the back door with his peripheral vision.

He looked back in hindsight: "What did you say?"

"You didn't even listen to my words." Yang Qingheng laughed angrily and grabbed his ears.

Seeing that he was sick, she had been very nice to him these days, and now she dared to deal with her. She was really against him.

An uncontrollable laughter came from not far away, and it was inexplicably familiar.

Yang Qingheng was startled and looked over there. The restaurant suddenly changed. Pink petals fell from the sky, setting off the blue theme of the restaurant. It was like a dream and was too beautiful to be true.