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

"You are really my ancestor!" What can Yang Qingheng do? She has lived two lifetimes, how can she still be worse than a high school student? With a dark face, he called Fang Nan and asked Fang Nan to buy the materials and send them over.

Song Hengjue put his fist on his chin and watched her tossing leisurely, with pleasure in his eyes.

However, Yang Qingheng didn't know that this was just the beginning, Song Hengjue also had various ways of tormenting people.

He didn't know whether he was really impatient or fake, but almost every half hour he started to look at her in a daze, and then made all kinds of pretentious requests.

Yang Qingheng couldn't bear it anymore and smashed the biscuits on the table with one punch, with a frosty face: "Why, the one I feed you tastes better, doesn't it?"

Song Hengjue reached out to pick up the biscuits and almost got his head hit, but San San took it back: "I've cooperated with you so much, and I don't even get this benefit. Forget it, I won't do it."

Push the chair away and leave.

Why didn't she know that he could be so rebellious when he was young?

Yang Qingheng was so irritable that he almost screamed, and his face was so gloomy: "Song Hengjue, I can't deal with you anymore, right?"

Song Hengjue insisted on fighting her to the end, and he would get out as soon as he twisted the handle.

If the tiger doesn't show off its power, it will really treat her like a sick cat!

Yang Qingheng slapped the door with her palm, making a loud noise, and suppressed a sentence: "...Isn't it just feeding a few biscuits? Am I such a fussy person?"

Song Hengjue's eyes flashed with success.

One morning, Yang Qingheng felt like she was going crazy and touched her stomach frequently. Finally, a knock on the door interrupted the tormenting atmosphere.

Fang Nan opened the door and came in: "Shareholders are all here for some reason, saying they want to have a meeting."

Yang Qingheng suddenly raised her head and looked at him, both of them looking uneasy.

The shareholders all came in an orderly manner, but Song Hengjue, the president, did not receive any notice, fearing that the visitor was not malicious.

When the three of them arrived at the conference room, other shareholders were already sitting down, and the room was almost eerily quiet.

Dozens of pairs of eyes stared at Song Hengjue's fingers, and the slight changes were clearly transmitted to Yang Qingheng's hands. Her warm and soft fingertips pressed comfortingly on the back of his hand.

Song Hengjue nodded to her, pulled out a chair and sat down: "I wonder why all the shareholders suddenly gathered for a meeting? What is the important matter?"

"Mr. Song, don't you know why we came here today?" Mo Ying sneered, her sinister gaze fixed on his face.

Yang Qingheng casually pulled out a chair and sat down, crossing his fingers on the table without any panic: "Several shareholders suddenly held a meeting without notifying Mr. Song. You can't even tell why you held the meeting. Is it possible that Mr. Song knows?"

Mo Ying had a profound meaning and slapped the report sheet in his hand on the table: "You are still here pretending to be crazy. I still feel strange why Mr. Song has been recovering from his injuries for so long. It turned out to be to hide his illness. If it weren't for this report Shan, how long do you want to keep us shareholders in the dark!"

"President, you didn't discuss such a big matter with us shareholders at all. You simply don't care about the interests of the company." Mo Ying patted the table and stood up, echoing.

This kind of scene usually involves a fight between two factions. This time, even the shareholders who supported Song Hengjue remained silent.

They support Song Hengjue on the premise that their interests are protected. Now that Song Hengjue has lost his memory, it will be impossible for him to continue to sit in this position. Supporting him is tantamount to seeking death.

"What is this?" Yang Qingheng was surprised, stretched out his hand to take it, looked at it carefully, and lightly covered his red lips, as if he thought it was ridiculous, "Amnesia? Even if you are spreading rumors, you have to find a better excuse. Movies don't even dare to You can really believe it when you shoot it like this."

"What Mr. Xiao Yang means is that this report is forged?" The shareholders who supported Song Hengjue hesitated, glanced at Yang Qingheng, and then stared at Song Hengjue's face carefully, meeting a pair of dark and indifferent eyes, and withdrew in embarrassment.

This certainly doesn't look like amnesia.

After losing several years of memory, the man in front of me was only a few years old at that time. He was just a young boy who had just entered society and came from an ordinary family. Even if he was extremely talented, he did not have this momentum.

"Otherwise?" The man who had remained silent finally lazily opened his thin lips.

Several shareholders looked at each other and their spines tensed.

idiot.

Li Nian, who had been in the corner, sneered: "Whether it is true or not cannot be judged by relying on the words of President Xiao Yang and President Song. After all, these two liars do not have any trust here."

After clapping his hands, a middle-aged man in a white coat was pushed in.

Dr. Li was a little stiff in the face of such a scene. He glanced at Li Nian subconsciously and said bravely: "I can testify that although Mr. Song repeatedly told me that the hospital does not have a backup, I said no in order to leave evidence and avoid any trouble. I know it, so I hid this report privately. This report is true."

The whole time, I felt so guilty that I didn't dare to look up at Song Hengjue.

Yang Qingheng's cheeks tightened, and his eyes faintly glanced at Song Hengjue.

The doctors who examined him in the past were all private doctors arranged by her and were always secretive. The Dr. Li in front of him was clearly the one he secretly went to the hospital to find that day.

There is no contractual spirit at all, and even after receiving the money, there is no way to keep it secret.

Song Hengjue silently looked away, not looking at her.

"The evidence is solid, and you still want to lie to me!" Mo Ying slapped the table and stood up.

Li Nian agreed and looked at Yang Qingheng provocatively: "Do you still want to say that this doctor is also a fake?"

Mo Ying was very mean and immediately sighed: "We are very sad that Mr. Song has experienced this, but the company is not a place for emotions. I think Mr. Song cannot continue to hold this position in this situation..."

Another person said: "If we recommend a new president, I think Director Mo would be good. Director Mo has done his duty in the company for so many years and handles things first-rate. We can all rest assured when we leave the company to him."

A group of people agreed.

Of course, the few shareholders who support Song Hengjue are not willing to do so. They still don’t know who Mo Ying is. He is just a man who plays with power. He has no profit and no sense of the overall situation. Sooner or later, the company will fall into his hands. To finish.

But more than half of the shareholders have expressed their approval, and even if they are unhappy, they dare not speak out to refute it.

Otherwise, the new official's first fire will be on them when he takes office.

"Since everyone thinks I am qualified, I will be disrespectful. In the days to come, I will definitely work hard to lead Boxiang to a broader world." Mo Ying pretended to be humble and stood up, his face glowing.

Several losers stood up to congratulate him, creating a scene of joy.

Yang Qingheng tightened his fingers under the table, suddenly let go, and breathed out weakly.

Still didn't keep it.