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

"Yang Qingheng, I like you." Song Hengjue hugged the flower, his palms sweating from nervousness. His dark eyes were as deep as a pool of spring water, affectionate and clear, leaving no doubt about his words.

Yang Qingheng was silent for two seconds: "I know."

Song Hengjue: ...It doesn’t seem like this is the process.

Shouldn't I say "I like you too"?

The prepared confession was interrupted. Song Hengjue was stuck in place, his mouth opened and closed, and his neck was sweating.

The longer he got the chance, the harder he could say it. Finally, his eyes turned red and he gritted his teeth: "Yang Qingheng, can you marry me?"

After saying this, I was stunned. All the blood in my body rushed to my face, and I wanted to find a crack in the ground and crawl into it.

Yang Qingheng almost choked on his saliva and coughed dryly: "...it's not impossible."

Song Hengjue's heart trembled, and his mind went blank. As if he had practiced it countless times, he took out a small box from his pocket.

The ring is a pink diamond and looks like a work of art on Yang Qingheng's slender finger.

Feeling the man's passionate kiss, Yang Qingheng's fingers trembled, but she held him tightly in her hand, leaving no room for retreat.

"Okay, okay, everyone is happy." Yao Ying was moved to tears and looked even more excited than the two parties involved. She ran over happily and grabbed their hands.

It can be considered a remarriage, and her precious daughter-in-law is finally back.

"We will still be a family from now on..." She hugged Yang Qingheng tightly and sighed.

"Yes, a family." Yang Qingheng patted her back and fixed her peripheral vision outside the window.

Song Hengjue was still immersed in the joy of his successful proposal. He followed Yang Qingheng's gaze and looked pale.

Who else could the man across the street be? If not Gu Yi!

He subconsciously looked towards Yang Qingheng and reached out to grab her wrist, but the woman pushed him away suddenly and rushed towards the other side of the street like the wind.

With his hand still in the air, Song Hengjue took it back in despair.

"What are you doing standing there? Why don't you hurry up and chase him." Yao Ying hated the iron, so she kicked him in the calf and chased him out first.

When the two arrived, Yang Qingheng had already grabbed Gu Yi.

The two of them were chatting on the street, looking like a couple.

"So you are here! I caught you." Yang Qingheng gritted his teeth.

The dog thing was hidden quite deep, and even the police searched for it for several years but still couldn't find it.

What Song Hengjue heard was that Yang Qingheng still had unresolved feelings for Gu Yi and had been looking for him for many years.

He gritted his teeth, took a step forward, grabbed Yang Qingheng's wrist tightly and separated the two of them.

So what, she is his girlfriend! No, she is now the fiancée.

"Yang Qingheng, don't pull him."

"What are you doing?" Yang Qingheng looked at him inexplicably, shook off his hand, and pushed Gu Yi, who was about to escape, to the ground with force. There was a snap, the sound of Gu Yi's knees hitting the ground.

Yao Ying's teeth were sore and she subconsciously took a step back. She didn't know if her knee was cracked. It was scary.

After reacting, he rushed forward and helped Yang Qingheng push the person to the ground, cursing: "You stinky rat in the gutter, we caught you."

Yang Qingheng snorted and called the police with his mobile phone.

Until they arrived at the police station, Song Hengjue didn't recover from the strange scene in front of him.

"Ms. Yang, we will hand over the matter to the Xishan Town Police Department as soon as possible. We will notify you immediately if we have any follow-up processing." The police assured, and sent the few people out of the police station politely.

Yang Qingheng nodded, thought of something, and turned around to remind: "This Gu Yi is very naughty and has a lot of bad water in his stomach. You must pay close attention to him and don't let him run away again."

After repeated assurances from the police, she and Song Hengjue got into the car.

"What...is going on?" Song Hengjue finally asked his first question of the day.

Yao Ying was about to frown, thinking that her son only had the memory of being seventeen years old, so she quickly explained how Gu Yi harmed Yang Qingheng and how he coaxed his ex-girlfriend around.

Song Hengjue breathed a sigh of relief, then became a little angry.

It's so weird.

Yang Qingheng saw the clues and came over: "By the way, why did you see him with that expression just now? Have you seen him before?"

Song Hengjue froze and hesitated.

Yang Qingheng remembered that the police had just said that Gu Yi was hiding in her factory, and that Song Hengjue refused to let her eat in the factory that day. This morning, he even cooperated with the driver to prevent her from going to the factory. She still couldn't figure it out.

Pulling him in the face, he was both funny and angry: "So you saw him in the factory that day and didn't tell me?"

If she hadn't happened to see it today, wouldn't it have made that bitch Gu Yi run away again?

Song Hengjue was embarrassed and lowered his head, as if his ears were on fire.

Yang Qingheng couldn't help laughing when she saw him with his head buried in the air.

"Stupid." Yao Ying also held her forehead, amused by her son's move.

Turning his head to look at Yang Qingheng, he couldn't restrain the joy in his voice: "The engagement is half done. Do you think there will be an engagement party when? So I can prepare in advance."

"Why don't we have an engagement party? Let's just set a date to get married." Yang Qingheng said simply.

She didn't like this kind of banquet. It was too cumbersome.

Besides, she had already been married to Song Hengjue once, and all her relatives knew her. It would be awkward to hold an engagement party again.

"It's good to get married, it's good to get married," Yao Ying was so happy that she couldn't help but want to hold their heads and get married immediately, but she was afraid that Yang Qingheng would think it was inappropriate, so she was cautious, "In your opinion, when is the best time to get married? Mom, too. I’m not rushing you, but I mainly think that there are too many things to prepare in advance for marriage, so I need to prepare in advance, right?”

Yang Qingheng didn't have any demands. She turned to look at Song Hengjue: "What do you think?"

Song Hengjue glanced at the sky outside and said seriously: "I think the weather is good today, I guess it's a good day, otherwise..."

"Crazy," Yang Qingheng twitched the corner of her mouth. She didn't expect him anymore and decided by herself, "Let's go back in June. Mom will go back and see what date is suitable."

Yao Ying said yes repeatedly.

The car happened to stop. Song Hengjue followed the two of them and looked up at the sky.

Tsk, he thinks the weather is really nice.

Yang Qingheng had just entered the courtyard and felt the strange atmosphere keenly.

When the aunt saw them, it was as if she had seen a savior, and she hurried over: "Oh, you are finally back. There is an unknown person coming in. He said... I can't even drive him away."

Yang Qingheng noticed that she was speaking vaguely and strode into the living room. The person inside turned out to be Xu Lan, still holding the child from last time in her arms.

He frowned: "Why did you come to my house?"

Xu Lan laughed: "What do you call your home? This is Song Hengjue's home, which is the child's home."

As soon as these words came out, Song Hengjue's feet went weak and he almost collapsed to the ground, holding on to the door frame, his face split.

Who is this father? !

Yao Ying, who had the same expression as him, looked at the child in Xu Lan's arms, her eyes darkened, and she almost fainted.

孽 孽!

Another doll appeared out of nowhere.

A slap was directed towards Song Hengjue's head: "Is it yours?"