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

She had been observing this girl along the way and found that she was a very good talker and could be considered a talent. It would be great if she could join their sales department.

"Me?" The little girl saw the business card in her hand clearly and was shocked. She quickly bowed, "Mr. Yang, thank you for giving me this opportunity."

"Well, come to my company for an interview after signing this order, and I will tell the human resources department." Yang Qingheng pondered for a moment and said.

Yes, she is moving the company's factory to Hainan Province.

The labor force in the capital was too expensive. She had already had this idea, and she came to see the house today just to settle the employees.

After all, she didn't even have a house, so why should she ask the factory management to follow her to Hainan.

Even Yang Qingheng himself didn't realize that the idea of ​​relocating the factory was only made up after discovering that Song Hengjue was ill.

The two of them were serious about developing a relationship this time and were rushing to get married. Since Song Hengjue didn't feel safe, she came to Hai Province and stayed with him to give him reassurance.

When they got downstairs, Yang Qingheng hailed a tricycle for her. Just as he was about to hail a tricycle for himself, he heard the sound of a car horn and raised his eyebrows at Li Nian in surprise.

"Are you waiting for me?"

Li Nian stretched out his hand to help her open the car door and motioned for her to get in: "Otherwise?"

Yang Qingheng looked at the back of his head thoughtfully.

Rather than believing that he is so kind, it is better to believe that the sow can climb the tree.

"Lunch time has passed and the date is gone." Li Nian leaned on the car carelessly and raised his chin, "How about it, Mr. Yang, I'll be nice to you."

Yang Qingheng glanced at the time and saw that it was indeed past lunch time. She glanced at him lightly and said, "If you fart, hurry up."

"You are so rude," Li Nian reached out to start the car and glanced at the rearview mirror, "The company's new project..."

Yang Qingheng sneered: "Don't even think about it."

Li Nian shut his mouth.

How stingy.

She forgot to tell Song Hengjue, and she didn't know if he was waiting for her to eat.

Yang Qingheng stared out the window in a trance, the corners of her lips curled up unconsciously, and the car had stopped outside the yard.

"Thanks." She waved her hand, a little excited in her steps.

When he realized that the person behind him was following him, he frowned and said, "Mr. Li, why are you following me if you don't want to go to dinner?"

Li Nian's eyes were fixed on the door of the house for a second, and then quickly moved to her face, joking: "I have been running with you for a long time, and Mr. Yang didn't even buy me a cup of tea?"

"Our family doesn't have the habit of drinking tea. You should go to a restaurant to drink tea." Yang Qingheng didn't give any face.

However, Li Nian was a thick-skinned person. No matter what she said, he followed her with a shy face and said that drinking boiled water would be fine if there was no tea.

Yang Qingheng's eyelids twitched when he thought of Song Hengjue at home, but if he refused again, it would seem a bit too obvious, so he could only grit his teeth and agree.

He walked to the door first, intending to inform Song Hengjue first. Unexpectedly, just as he approached, the door suddenly opened from the inside.

Song Hengjue didn't know how long he had been waiting behind the door, but he hugged her shoulders with one force and said with unmistakable joy in his voice: "You're back."

During this time, it was common for the two of them to sleep in the same bed and hug each other. He had long since lost the awkwardness and anxiety at the beginning, and became even more clingy than before he lost his memory. He wanted to hold her pants up even when she went to the toilet.

Yang Qingheng patted his lower back: "We have guests."