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

"What kind words?" Yang Qingheng shook his head and led the two of them upstairs.

"Rong Sun didn't tell you the address of the new company? We are friends after all. If we hadn't met by chance, I wouldn't have known you had come to Hainan." Yang Qingheng put down the menu and said kindly. After all, she was a classmate who had helped her a lot. She said to I have a good impression of this little junior brother.

This was what Zhong Yan was waiting for, and he avoided her gaze with some embarrassment: "I originally wanted to find a good house first, and then treat senior sister to dinner after making all arrangements. Unexpectedly, it has been several days and I haven't found a suitable place to live."

"For things like renting a house, you should come to me directly," Yang Qingheng said helplessly. His gentle and quiet personality made him easy to bully at first glance. The landlord must have quoted a higher price, not to mention that he was not a local, so it would be even more bullying. He did.

"Senior, are you free? Is it too much trouble?" Zhong Yan was embarrassed.

The more polite he was, the more Yang Qingheng felt that he was a nice person, so he immediately made the decision: "I don't think you should stay in the hotel all the time. I have a staff dormitory. You go and live with them for a few days. I'll find a house for you and then you can move there." New house.”

In fact, she had already made up her mind to let Zhong Yan live in the staff dormitory. First, she knew what was going on at Zhong Yan's family. His parents were in poor health and were spending money everywhere, so they were in a tight situation. Second, she was really optimistic about Zhong Yan. Given Yan's ability, she hoped that he could continue to join her company. If he developed some feelings for the employees there and decided to stay in her company, she would be happy from the bottom of her heart.

This is shameless!

Song Hengjue was anxious on the sidelines. He felt something was wrong from the first moment he saw Zhong Yan.

He had heard Fang Nan talking about this person before, and now he happened to appear at the place where they were eating. He didn't believe it if it was a coincidence. How could it be such a coincidence if Hainan was such a big province.

As soon as he came up, he asked him if he was married to Yang Qingheng, and asked Yang Qingheng to find a house for him. Isn't this inappropriate and trying to pry him into a corner?

He quickly interrupted: "He doesn't want to look at the scenery to find inspiration. Otherwise, he should move to Baiyang Villa. I have a house there and it happens to be vacant."

"Boyang's side is close to the sea. It's pretty good. Zhong Yan, why don't you think about it?" The smile on Yang Qingheng's lips faded. She really wanted to slap Song Hengjue on the head. She had already agreed. What kind of intentions did he come up with? If his good employee was let go, she would definitely be worried about him.

Zhong Yan's eyes dimmed and he raised the corners of his mouth in gratitude. If you look closely, you will find that there is no smile at all in his eyes, and he is even a little unhappy: "Mr. Song is serious. I have never liked the sea since I was a child, so I'd better stay in the staff dormitory. "

Bo Yang is dozens of kilometers away, and it takes two hours by car. He went there because he was mentally ill.

Zhong Yan quickly glanced at the top of Yang Qingheng's hair.

Song Hengjue noticed his coveting look and his lungs were about to explode. However, he had been tricked by Tang Bainian several times and had some experience. He did not explode, but lowered his eyes: "It's rare for Qingheng to have a classmate here. I want to entertain you well, but since you don’t like it, then of course I’ll do it according to your wishes.”

As soon as these words came out, anyone would think that what he just said was out of love and wanted to be good to Yang Qingheng's classmates.

Yang Qingheng's heart warmed a little, and she held his hand under the table: "Yes, Zhong Yan, if you have anything to do, it's the same as if you came to me or to Heng Jue. There are some things that you can't tell me, but you can tell me He said."

Ask him to talk more!

Zhong Yan's cheeks tightened and he nodded to Song Hengjue: "Thank you, Mr. Song."

"You're welcome, we are husband and wife. We will get married soon, and my junior must come to attend." Song Hengjue invited warmly, and every word was stabbing Zhong Yan's chest.

Zhong Yan was indifferent and took the opportunity to give a reason before leaving. Otherwise, he was really afraid that he would be pissed to death by Song Hengjue here.

Song Hengjue snorted coldly and thoughtfully served Yang Qingheng some food: "What else do you want to eat? I'll ask the waiter to add more."

"Okay, okay, I'm full." Yang Qingheng shook her head repeatedly and touched her belly. She didn't understand why he was so keen on feeding her, but she vomited it after eating more.

The two of them walked out for a long time to eat, and it was already after eight o'clock in the evening when they got home.

"...You, a servant, have no right to talk to me. You can do whatever I ask you to do. I am Yang Qingheng's brother. I can eat whatever I want!"

As soon as he entered the door, he heard Yang Cheng yelling curses inside.

One servant at a time, the old rich man who exploited the peasants in the old society was not as mean as him.

Auntie also saw it yesterday. These two are not good friends at all. They are also enemies in Miss Yang. She may have bullied Miss Yang in the past, and she doesn't have a good look towards him anymore.

Oil and salt do not enter: "Mr. Yang, Miss Yang gave the order this morning. You and your mother are both ill and cannot eat anything too exciting. You have asked me to cook white porridge these days. This is for your own good. I hope you can Think about your body.”

She thought about him one by one and almost pissed him off.

"You are a bully, but I am the brother of that loser. Do you think she will listen to me or one of your servants? Believe it or not, I will ask her to drive you away when she comes back." Yang Cheng pointed at her. nose threatening.

"Who are you trying to drive away?" Yang Qingheng clasped his hands on his chest and looked at Yang Cheng as if he were watching a play.

The aunt was surprised and reached out to take the bag in her hand.

Yang Qingheng smiled and nodded, then reached for the slippers and put them on: "Auntie, didn't I tell you that you will get off work at seven o'clock and go back at that time." So as not to stay here and suffer.

"Okay, I will listen to Qingheng from now on." The aunt smiled happily, and she was even more fond of Yang Qingheng.

I am even more disgusted with these two shameless relatives.

Miss Yang is such a nice person, why would she end up with such a younger brother and biological mother?

It’s true that bad bamboo produces good bamboo shoots.

Yang Cheng didn't expect that his words would be heard by Yang Qingheng himself. His face was blue and white, and he was very embarrassed.

Then there was anger: "Yang Qingheng, what do you mean, our mother is so old, and you let her eat these things? Believe it or not, I will go to the Laoshizi newspaper office tomorrow and tell them that you abuse the elderly and look down on us poor relatives." "

Seeing Yang Qingheng's face darken, he raised his chin triumphantly and sneered, he didn't believe that he couldn't cure her.

Do you really think that after a few years of leaving them, she will be able to escape their control? Has she forgotten how she used to beg for mercy in front of them?

"Oh, why do I feel that the newspaper society is more interested in you..." She slowly leaned into Yang Cheng's ear and said a few words.

Yang Cheng's complexion suddenly turned pale, and a gust of cold air rushed from the soles of his feet to the top of his head.

She actually knew! When did she find out? He obviously hid it so well that even Gao Xiao'e didn't know.