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

Yang Cheng was so angry that he shouted: "You boil water for me to take a bath? Do you want to kill me?"

The aunt glanced at Song Hengjue secretly, took a step forward, patted her head, and expressed concern for him: "Mr. and Miss usually put hot water in the bathtub and mix it with cold water before taking a bath. How could I know you were in such a hurry and didn't pay attention carefully? Look at the heat, I’ll get the doctor over right away.”

The implication is that you live in someone else's master bedroom by yourself. If you are not careful, who can you blame?

Yang Cheng looked at his hands that were swollen like pig's trotters. He didn't have the energy to care about this, so he immediately rushed downstairs.

Yang Qingheng pulled away his hand from his eyes and looked at Song Hengjue with raised eyebrows.

Why didn't she remember that the water heater in the master bedroom was so hot?

Song Hengjue touched his nose, coughed dryly, looked away, and said nothing.

Yang Qingheng looked at his guilty look and was a little amused: "Bad guy."

I was surprised and scanned around the villa. It was strange that Gao Xiao'e didn't rush out to support her precious son after such a big movement.

The aunt understood and leaned into her ear: "In the afternoon, the husband said that the mother-in-law and brother-in-law were here. To show respect, he wanted to cook for them himself. The green beans were not cooked. They had vomiting and diarrhea after eating them, and they were lying in the guest room."

What she actually wanted to say was "a half-dead look", but thinking that this was Miss Yang's biological mother, although rude, she might have some emotion, she didn't dare to say it.

Unexpectedly, Yang Qingheng laughed out loud the next second: "So embarrassed? Let me take a look."

Pushing open the door of Gao Xiao'e's room, the old lady turned pale. When she saw her coming, she cursed a few times because she had no energy left in her mouth. Yang Qingheng couldn't hear it clearly, but she didn't want to hear it clearly. After all, she didn't come here to care about her. .

Sitting on the bedside of Gao Xiao'e, she worried: "I've already scolded Hengjue. How can he cook for you if he's not a good cook? Looking at you like this, you probably can't eat those greasy things." If you have something, I will ask auntie to make porridge for you every day some other time, so you can take good care of yourself."

Gao Xiao'e let out a scream: "Hand! My hand!"

Yang Qingheng screamed and stood up quickly: "I'm sorry, Mom, I didn't know where your hands were."

Gao Xiao'e's face turned paler, and she was trembling with anger when she thought about Yang Qingheng's promise to give her white porridge every day.

She is here to enjoy the blessing! If she doesn't eat abalone but bird's nest, why should she drink white porridge?

However, Yang Qingheng had already walked out and closed the door gently: "Mom, have a good rest and I won't disturb you anymore."

Gao Xiao'e had no place to vent her anger now. Her eyes went dark with anger and she fainted.

"It finally stopped." Yang Qingheng clapped his hands, put his hands on his hips and chuckled.

The aunt stood aside and silently glanced at the couple in front of her.

As an old saying goes, it doesn't mean that if a family doesn't enter a house, it will make them angry to death.

But it’s really cool to use this method to deal with these two people today!

Auntie almost laughed out loud, her resentment from being shamelessly bullied by those two people today suddenly disappeared.

"It's been a hard day, auntie. You should go back and rest quickly. When you come back, ask the driver to buy some supplements for you to take back and eat." Yang Qingheng comforted her and personally sent her to the door.

Looking back, she saw Song Hengjue still looking at her eagerly at the entrance. Yang Qingheng waved: "Have you eaten? Come and eat with me."

At night, Yang Qingheng sat on the bed after taking a shower. She was still a little worried about Song Hengjue going to the company. She kept knitting a scarf in her hands, and finally threw it away in annoyance.

"You want to buy a scarf, but you have to get this one?" She has been knitting for two days, isn't it annoying?

Song Hengjue was still messing around happily. When he heard this, his face became long and sour: "Oh, I don't even deserve a scarf. Forget it, I don't have to have this one." He climbed out of bed and was about to go. Wash up.

Yang Qingheng felt a little annoyed when he saw him angry, but she swallowed her breath when she saw the scar on his head that had not yet healed.

Seeing how pitiful he was, she endured it!

After staying up until the second half of the night, I finally finished knitting the second half. When I turned around, I saw the man fast asleep.

Yang Qingheng gritted her teeth and fiercely put the towel on his face. She couldn't sleep, and he couldn't get better!

The man opened his eyes dimly, looked at her blankly, took her hand to her lips, kissed her, closed his eyes, and fell asleep again.

Forget it.

Yang Qingheng lost most of his anger.

What's the point of arguing with a poor amnesiac?

Subconsciously I touched my belly, feeling even more worried.

"Hey, Mr. Yang, are you accompanying your fiancé to work?"

Yang Qingheng held Song Hengjue's forearm and just stepped out of the elevator when she ran into Li Nian. She didn't even give him a look and pulled Song Hengjue to open the office door.

Li Nian received a cold face and was not angry. Instead, he raised his eyebrows and a smile overflowed from his frivolous peach blossom eyes.

If before, he had to think carefully before provoking Yang Qingheng, but now he is not afraid. Instead, he feels that sooner or later, this woman will come to beg him with a shameless face.

"Can you understand?" Yang Qingheng held a cup of coffee and sat on the chair next to the desk, leaning slightly towards the table.

Song Hengjue pursed her lips, pinched the document, her eyes were confused, and she shook her head in embarrassment.

"It's okay. If you can't understand, just take your time. I'll explain it to you one by one." Yang Qingheng sighed, not expecting him to understand it all at once.

The reason why he is forced to learn these things is actually so that he can pretend to be superficial in front of shareholders.

"You're so kind to me." Song Hengjue stared at the top of her hair, and slowly moved closer, intentionally or unintentionally, his thin crimson lips almost touching her shiny earlobes.

Yang Qingheng was completely unaware. She took the document and explained it to him sentence by sentence, involving some professional knowledge. She even drew pictures for him on the spot, for fear that he would not understand.

Fortunately, although Song Hengjue has never studied running a company, he still has some talent. Moreover, he seems to have always been interested in machinery, so it is not difficult to explain to him in terms of professional knowledge.

"Maybe you understand?" Yang Qingheng said until his voice became hoarse, and he took a sip of tea to moisten his throat.

Turning around, she saw Song Hengjue staring at her hand in a daze, her eyebrows twitching: "Do you understand?"

"Probably." Song Hengjue suddenly came back to his senses.

When Yang Qingheng's company was first established, she was not so dedicated to bringing in new people. She was so serious about the key point. The student came back to life, and his back teeth tightened: "Okay, let's change the next document."

Song Hengjue stopped and spread his hands: "I'm thirsty."

Yang Qingheng put his cup on the table: "Drink tea."

"I won't drink this. This doesn't taste good. Make me fruit tea." Song Hengjue said shamelessly.

"You're still tormenting me!" Yang Qingheng was so angry that he had a stomachache. He kept giving him scarves and fruit tea every day.

Song Hengjue pressed the document in his hand on the table and put down the burden: "Then I won't read it. I want to go home."