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

"You're not talking about going to see product development, why are you touching Li Nian's project?" Yang Qingheng pursed her lips, looking unhappy.

Li Nian has always been following up on this project, and it’s no wonder he blew up like a firecracker.

"He's not capable." Song Hengjue looked away at her defending Li Nian, feeling a little uncomfortable.

Fang Nan looked at Song Hengjue's awkward look, hating that iron could not become steel, so he had to say it out loud. Otherwise, who knows, he blurted out in a hurry: "Hasn't he noticed that Li Nian has caused so many obstacles for you recently? I'm so angry, since my brother defends you so much, don't scold him."

Besides, Mo Ying had just been kicked out, which was the time to scare the monkeys. Using the Lunar New Year as a warning, wouldn't this make those shareholders more honest? Fang Nan muttered to himself.

"You have to talk too much." Song Hengjue was upset and glanced at him coldly, his ears burning.

Gritting his teeth, he would deduct half of Fang Nan's salary when he returned.

I didn't expect this to be the reason.

Yang Qingheng's eyelashes trembled, and she raised her eyes to look at Song Hengjue, her sharp eyebrows softened: "I'm not blaming you, I just think there is a better solution to this matter. You can certainly have a deterrent effect by using Li Nian's surgery, but In the eyes of that group of shareholders, Li Nian is still from our side, which not only frustrates the shareholders who support you, but also scares the shareholders who are hostile to you."

With Mo Ying gone, there is no guarantee that there will be Li Ying and Zhang Ying. Now these shareholders are leaderless. What they should do is to slowly close the net, rather than forcing them to rush and create another Li Ying and Zhang Ying.

Fang Nan suddenly realized, his eyes lit up, and for the first time he realized how superficial his thoughts were, and he couldn't hide his admiration from Yang Qingheng's eyes.

The gaze was so intense that Song Hengjue ignored the displeasure and opened the door and pushed him out: "It's working time now. Don't even think about being lazy in my office. Get out."

You black-hearted person, have you forgotten who spoke for you just now?

Fang Nan couldn't believe it and pointed at Song Hengjue. His face was as dark as the bottom of a pot, and he slapped himself in the face with his backhand. He should have known a long time ago that damn capitalists are the most unsympathetic in the world!

There were only two people left in the office. Song Hengjue's stiff back relaxed a lot. He lowered his eyes and rested his chin on Yang Qingheng's shoulder: "Am I causing trouble again?"

"What are you talking about?" Yang Qingheng was amused and touched the top of his hair. "You are angry because you care about me. It's not too late for me to be happy."

Song Hengjue felt the gentle touch on his head and was stunned for a moment.

She seemed to have never been so gentle to him, except for the time when she lost her memory. She felt pity for him, which was different from now.

Yang Qingheng looked at him with his thin lips slightly opened in surprise, and looked away unnaturally. She was also a little embarrassed. After all, this was never her way of doing things.

It's not like she didn't listen to what Song Hengjue said in the morning. Love is a process of giving each other emotional value. He treated her with all his heart and soul, and he was always qualified. On the contrary, she was busy with work when she was in the capital. She didn't let him feel her feelings when they got along. She really needs to improve in this aspect.

"Okay, don't be like a dog-skin plaster. You don't have to go to the factory. Go quickly. I don't want to work overtime with you tonight." She pushed the back of his head.

"No, you have to wait for me even if you work overtime." Song Hengjue said unhappy, but his eyes had never been so round, shining with a certain light of joy, and he turned back three times every step of the way.

Yang Qingheng just talked about it, so naturally it was impossible for him to wait for him and go to the factory to pick him up after finishing the work.

"Why are you here?" Song Hengjue was obviously very happy when he saw him, and ran out without even having time to take off his gloves.

Yang Qingheng took off his black gloves full of gasoline in disgust: "I'm not off work yet, let's go to eat." She rubbed his face twice with a handkerchief and wiped off a piece of oil.

There are two demons at home, and she is not willing to eat with them. If the table is overturned, it will not only make it difficult for the aunt at home to deal with, but also make her lose her appetite.

Song Hengjue let her move and did not dislike her rough movements at all. He blushed and followed her step by step: "You came just in time, I was about to get off work."

A group of engineers were dumbfounded.

Didn’t you just say that no one is allowed to get off work until the plan is discussed...?

"Then what should we do now?" A newcomer asked weakly, "Let's continue the discussion?"

"What are we discussing? Didn't you hear the boss said that we should go have dinner?" The engineer in charge squinted at him, dumbfounded.

The other people were so funny that they hooked the newcomer's neck and forced him to go to the canteen: "Xiao Li, let me tell you, you can't finish your work. If you are not active in eating, you have a problem with your thinking, you know?"

Xiao Li scratched the back of his head and looked back in the direction of Song Hengjue. Unexpectedly, Mr. Song was quite kind in life.

"Give us a private room, the innermost room on the second floor." Yang Qingheng glanced at the surrounding environment and said to the front desk.

Looking back, she found that Song Hengjue was looking at something, and she raised her eyebrows: "What are you looking at?"

Song Hengjue suddenly came back to his senses, took a step away to block her sight, held her shoulders and went upstairs: "I'm hungry, let's go up and eat."

Yang Qingheng was led away by his too big steps, and she thought he was hungry, so she didn't doubt his presence. After walking a few steps, she touched her bag and broke away from his embrace: "My cell phone is in the car. You go first." Go up and I'll get it."

Song Hengjue's eyebrows jumped and she opened her mouth. Yang Qingheng had already locked eyes with Zhong Yan behind her. She was surprised: "Zhong Yan! Why are you here?"

They haven't seen each other for several months since she came to Hainan Province. Sun Rong said that he resigned from the company, and she still wanted to go back and ask him why when she graduated.

After all, Mu Xiaoxiao met Zhong Yan through her. If Zhong Yan left the company because of Mu Xiaoxiao, then she was really guilty and should give him a good apology.

Zhong Yan's cold brows suddenly blossomed: "Bi She has no idea yet. I heard that the scenery in Hai Province is good. I will come to stay for a while to relax and see if there are any suitable jobs in Hai Province. I want to come here to develop my career after graduation.”

"Then I hope you can find inspiration soon." Yang Qingheng nodded, instantly understanding the reason for his resignation, heaving a sigh of relief, and being truly happy for him.

Hai Province has developed well in recent years, and it would be great if he came to work here.

Zhong Yan nodded to Song Hengjue and looked gently at Yang Qingheng: "Is this senior's husband? I seem to have seen him somewhere."

"No, no, I'm just my fiancé now, but it will be soon," Yang Qingheng took Song Hengjue's hand and introduced him, "Maybe you met him when we were in the company. It was fate that we met. Why don't we have dinner together? When we were engaged, I didn’t invite you to dinner, so I’ll make up for it this time.”

fiancé……

Zhong Yan looked at Song Hengjue's downcast face and nodded happily: "Senior, I'll spend the money."