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

If Song Hengjue regains his memory one day in the future, he will be angry when he sees that the company he has worked so hard to maintain for so many years is being harassed by this group of shameless people.

Just as he was about to reach out and pat Song Hengjue's shoulder to express comfort, he heard the man say quietly: "If it weren't for today's big drama, I wouldn't know that Director Mo has been thinking about this position for so long. Why, the company's dividends can no longer feed you. Already?"

The sarcastic voice was not loud, but it still clearly reached everyone's heart and struck a heavy blow.

A group of people seemed to be mute. Before they could close their mouths, they turned their heads stiffly.

...This is really not something a teenager would say, it's really scary.

"No matter how much you pretend to be, it's still a lie. Mr. Song, don't deceive yourself and even believe your own lies." Mo Ying pretended to be calm.

"If I remember correctly, Director Mo promised me when he bought the shares that he would never have any thoughts about the position of president of the company. Gee, I don't think I have lost my memory, but Director Mo, you have Alzheimer's disease. You are old. Now that you are old, it is time to retire and take care of yourself." Song Hengjue slowly placed an agreement on the table, but his gentle force was a blow to Mo Ying's head.

He shook his head in disbelief: "How could...how could you..."

Obviously only he and Song Hengjue knew about this matter...

He finally came to his senses. This was clearly Song Hengjue's plan to suppress him! It's a shame that he still got into the cage stupidly.

And his accomplices...

He turned his head suddenly and looked at Li Nian with a look that seemed to have been quenched with venom: "It's you!"

The other shareholders also thought of something like him, and their expressions changed. Cold air rose from the soles of their feet, and they all shivered.

The only ones who were happy were the shareholders who had previously supported Song Hengjue. With Song Hengjue as the vanguard, they didn't need anyone to remind them. They stood up angrily and condemned Mo Ying.

"Okay, let me tell you why you have been waiting for Mr. Song to lose his memory. It turns out that you signed an agreement but didn't want to fulfill it. The driver who hit Mr. Song's car may have been hired by you, just to make money and kill him, waiting for Mr. Song to die. , you will be able to take charge of the company justifiably."

The minds of several shareholders exploded, and all kinds of crimes were pressed on his forehead. It was like he was possessed by Sherlock Holmes.

Yang Qingheng was also stunned when he heard this. This really didn't happen.

The driver was really drunk, and there was no element of murder for hire. She handled the matter personally.

But...since they think this is the case, then so be it.

The villain in my mind spreads his hands and crosses his legs to watch the show.

In the end, in order to calm down the public anger, Mo Ying had to be temporarily dismissed from his post. The group was leaderless. His lackeys lost their confidence and kept their heads down. They did not dare to refute another word in front of Song Hengjue.

"Tell me, when did you regain your memory?" As soon as he entered the office, Yang Qingheng slapped the office door to isolate Fang Nan from outside, and then slapped Song Hengjue on the head.

"Just...after we get back from the police station." Song Hengjue's eyes wandered.

"I'm so patient, Song Hengjue, these angels called me on purpose." Yang Qingheng guessed that it happened in the past two days, but she didn't expect it to be so early. She said why did this person suddenly become so rebellious? This bitch was torturing her on purpose!

Thinking that she hadn't slept well for several days and was worried that his company would fall into the hands of others, she was frightened.

Yang Qingheng felt that slapping him twice would not relieve his hatred.

How can this person be so bad!

Seeing her raised palm, the back of Song Hengjue's head tensed up, and he held it to his lips to please her: "Auntie, please listen to my explanation..."

"I think you are my aunt! Are you so annoying?" The heart that had been tense for several months suddenly relaxed. Yang Qingheng's eyes were sore. For a moment, she didn't know whether she was happy that he had recovered more memories or angry that he didn't tell. The truth made her more worried.

While taking care of him during his rebellious period, he was also worried that he would never recover his memory. Did he know that she would be tortured into mental illness?

Song Hengjue was originally thinking of finding an excuse to get away with it, but when he saw her red eyes, he wanted to slap himself twice. He was not in the mood to quibble at all, so he was at a loss and pressed his sleeves to the corners of her eyes: "You... don't cry, don't cry. It's my fault, just hit me."

Grabbing Yang Qingheng's hand, he was about to say hello to his face.

"Forget it, it seems I'm not worthy of your trust. What's wrong with you?" Yang Qingheng's eyelashes trembled slightly and she withdrew her hand forcefully.

Song Hengjue was anxious. His heart felt like it was being pinched by a big hand. It hurt. He slapped her twice hard, which shocked Yang Qingheng. She grabbed his arm forcefully and said, "You're crazy. Kneel down and do it." What."

Fortunately, the door was closed tightly, otherwise he would lose face as a dignified boss.

"I can't afford it!" Song Hengjue hugged her legs and wiped his tears on her pants randomly as if for free, "Honey, I was really wrong. I was obsessed. I saw that you were going too far when you were gentle to me. I still Call you, I... my sin is unforgivable, please hit me."

He shouldn't torment her because he was jealous of Yang Qingheng's knitting scarves for Gu Yi in her previous life, and he shouldn't have made her worry and fear her. She worked so hard for his company, and yet he caused trouble for her and bullied her into tears.

The more Song Hengjue thought about it, the more he felt hateful. He took Yang Qingheng's hand and wanted to slap him twice.

Yang Qingheng was so frightened that he covered his mouth with all his strength. He kept paying attention to the direction of the door with his peripheral vision, and he didn't know whether the sound insulation of this office was good.

"Keep your voice down! Are you afraid that others won't hear you?"

Pulling his ears: "Get up quickly."

Song Hengjue was still in a state of emotion and his brain was moving slowly. Naturally, he would do whatever she said. He was led by her to sit on the sofa. His body was still twitching because he was too involved in crying.

Yang Qingheng was really convinced. She stuffed back the tears she had just held back and spat at him: "You are still crying. Why do you have the face to cry? I was bullied and I didn't even cry. You are a bad guy and you still feel wronged."

Song Hengjue realized that she was embarrassed and buried her face in the crook of her neck, unable to come out.

Yang Qingheng forced him to finish the explanation. He didn't know how he felt for a while, and said at a loss, "That's all a matter of sesame seeds and rotten millet. You said you were so small-minded, but you still remember it now."

"Why can't I remember," Song Hengjue said, like a cat whose tail had been stepped on, with hair all over his body, "In your last life, more than 20 years ago, you never said you were so gentle to me, and even knitted scarves? You didn't even buy one for me. ! Why don’t I get the treatment that pretty boy does? What’s wrong with me? Tell me! What’s wrong with me!”

Yang Qingheng touched her nose: "Can't you buy it yourself?"

"Oh, you little pretty face doesn't have to buy it yourself." Song Hengjue smiled.

"Oh, why are you such a stingy grown man?" Yang Qingheng slapped the table and saw that he couldn't be coaxed. He became angry and gave up the burden.

Song Hengjue was almost so angry that he had a black face all day long. Who wouldn't be frightened when he saw him?

Several secretaries didn't dare to breathe, and they breathed a sigh of relief when they saw Song Hengjue leaving.

"I'm not telling you, Mr. Song's expression is too scary, like a ghost." Someone patted his chest.

The colleague next to him pointed in the direction of the conference room downstairs: "I heard that several shareholders were trying to usurp the throne downstairs this morning. It's strange that they looked so good."

"Tell me what happened." Several other people were curious and came over to listen to the gossip.

"Are you very free?"

A few people were chatting animatedly when a sinister male voice came from behind, making them break into a cold sweat. They awkwardly greeted Li Nian: "Mr. Xiao Li."

He returned to his seat in a panic.

Li Nian looked coldly and pushed open the door of Song Hengjue's office angrily.