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

The hand was so strong that it seemed like it could knock his head off. Song Hengjue took a breath of air and said, "...how do I know?"

He is also very panicked now. These people are coming out of nowhere. It’s so scary!

Song Hengjue subconsciously turned to look at Yang Qingheng. Sure enough, the woman's face had darkened and she was confused. Could it really be him?

Is he happy to be a father?

Yang Qingheng must not want him anymore.

The villain in his heart bit his handkerchief and cried bitterly. For the first time, Song Hengjue realized how terrible amnesia was.

Xu Lan looked at Song Hengjue's flustered expression, chuckled, and patted her daughter on the shoulder: "Baby, it's been a long time since I last saw daddy. Go play with daddy."

Xu Changchang pinched his fingers, took a careful look at Yang Qingheng, rushed over and hugged Song Hengjue's thigh like a cannonball, and a loud voice sounded like thunder in Song Hengjue's ears: "Dad."

Song Hengjue's scalp was numb, and he subconsciously wanted to pull him apart, but the small one, like a dog-skin plaster, couldn't be pulled apart no matter what. The child's bones hadn't grown yet, so he was afraid of tearing her apart with too much force, and he was sweating profusely. Looking for help, he looked towards Yang Qingheng.

"Ms. Xu, the child is not Song Hengjue's. It's not polite for you to come here and make trouble." Yang Qingheng changed her shoes and walked in. Her face was completely different from the two people next to her. She was calm and calm, without any panic.

Looking at the child who had jumped up to Yang Qingheng's waist with both hands and feet, he frowned, put his arms into his arms and nudged him: "Little devil, be honest."

So soft.

This was the first thought in her mind.

Xu Lan looked at Song Hengjue's blank eyes and thought of Song Hengjue's car accident. A smile quickly flashed across his eyes, and he reached out to pour a cup of tea, as if he was at home: "Why not? Song Hengjue accompanied me to get pregnant. You saw it during the examination, why did Miss Yang start to deceive herself?"

Has he ever done such an asshole thing?

Song Hengjue was not only covered in cold sweat on his neck, but also all over his body. Looking at Yang Qingheng's stern face, his knees softened and he almost fell down.

No wonder, no wonder Yang Qingheng said they were divorced. It turned out that he had done such a hateful thing!

Song Hengjue has begun to suspect that he may really be a scumbag in a few years, otherwise why would Yang Qingheng divorce him if he is such a good person.

When the little girl arrived in Yang Qingheng's arms, she seemed to have been half restrained. She didn't dare to move. She was as honest as a little chicken, not at all arrogant in front of Song Hengjue.

He looked eagerly at his biological mother, hoping to be rescued, but Xu Lan didn't even look at her.

"Since you insist on saying that, okay, let's do the DNA test. Hai Province has just introduced this technology recently. If it belongs to Song Hengjue, I believe he will be responsible. If not..." She slowly raised her eyes and sneered. "Then go to the police station, you are committing fraud."

Xu Lan heard about DNA testing for the first time. He was stunned for a second, panic flashed in his eyes, and he hesitated and pointed at Xu Changchang: "Look at this nose and eyes, they are just like Heng Jue. It's carved in a mold, and no one will tell them that they are the biological father and daughter. How could it be so troublesome?"

After speaking, he gave Song Hengjue a hard look: "Song Hengjue, please say something. Do you deny your daughter?"

Yao Ying cursed loudly, and all the elegance she had pretended to have over the years was shattered at this moment: "It looks like a fart! Look at your daughter, then look at my son, how dare you say this?"

Song Hengjue's eyes were standard peach blossoms, while this child's eyes were almond-shaped, and there were other small details that didn't match up. Xu Lan was obviously telling lies.

"So you don't want to take responsibility anymore?" Xu Lan slapped the table and stood up, furious.

Yao Ying tentatively looked at Yang Qingheng aside, but she listened to her anyway.

Yang Qingheng put the child on the ground: "That's not true. I just said that the DNA test will be done in a week. The results will be available in a week. You can take the child back first."

In fact, she almost knew what was going on. Song Hengjue had said before that the child was not his, and he was not the kind of person who was irresponsible. She believed that he would not lie about this kind of thing.

"It's up to you." Xu Lan picked up the child and stuffed it into Song Hengjue's arms, then swaggered outside.

Song Hengjue was startled, as if he had been handed a hot potato: "Who do you want to take? Your child doesn't want it?!"

I was about to chase him out, but I saw the woman quickly get into the car, waved her hand and left a message: "You should also fulfill your father's obligations."

Can't catch up.

Yes, there is still a baby left.

The little ones in Yang Qingheng and Song Hengjue's arms stared with big eyes and their heads hurt.

The company's mess hasn't been dealt with yet, yet another one comes.

"Hi?" Xu Changchang was embarrassed and stretched out a hand.

Yang Qingheng twitched the corner of her mouth and signaled to Song Hengjue: "She knows how to walk at this age. Put her on the ground."

Then, he waved to the aunt: "Take the children for lunch and give them something light to eat."

After seeing the little thing leaving with his aunt, he pinched his eyebrows and showed some boredom on his face.

The mother and son next to her looked at her out of the corner of their eyes as if they had made a mistake.

Yang Qingheng took off the ring from his hand and deliberately looked coldly at Song Hengjue: "How do you want to solve this matter now?"

Song Hengjue smiled bitterly, but firmly stated: "If the children are mine, I will provide them with child support, and I will also participate in their growth. If they get married... I will not marry her."

"Well, what about me?" Yang Qingheng found it particularly interesting to tease him like this.

Song Hengjue stared into her eyes: "What about you? Do you still want me?"

"No, I hate dirty men." Yang Qingheng said firmly.