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

Yang Qingheng patted his shoulder, pointed to the white porridge on the table, and said lightly: "Drink it, white porridge is good for your health."

Holding Song Hengjue's forearm, he slowly walked upstairs.

"What did you just say to him to scare him like that?" Song Hengjue raised his eyebrows. Except when he was beaten, he had never seen such a horrified expression on his lawless brother-in-law.

"What do you think?" Yang Qingheng smiled, with a certain air of dignity, and pointed at his nose, "Don't try to divert my attention. How did you torment me a few days ago? Have you forgotten? You, let me go." Bath water!”

Finally, I added: "Oh, I want 37 degrees Celsius. If it's too high, I won't be willing to wash it."

Song Hengjue accepted his fate, took his feet back from the bathroom, and went to the first floor to get a thermometer.

The more Yang Cheng thought about it, the more he became afraid. He hesitated outside the door for more than ten minutes and then entered Gao Xiao'e's room.

The next day was the weekend, so Yang Qingheng was a little lazy. At ten o'clock, he took a long time to wash up and get up.

Thinking of what he had ordered yesterday, he casually called Fang Nan: "I asked you to pick up the child from mom's place and return it to Xu Lan. Did you deliver it?"

Fang Nan had just come out of Xu Lan's residence and got into the car: "Send it off. I did everything properly. I watched Xu Lan take the child in before leaving."

Yang Qingheng nodded with satisfaction: "Sorry for the trouble, I'll treat you to dinner then."

This child should have been sent back to Xu Lan a long time ago. If he was raised for a long time, he was afraid that the old lady would develop feelings for him. Then it would not be such a simple matter to send him back.

It's just that I couldn't find Xu Lan before, even if I sent a private detective, I couldn't find it. It was only in the past two days that I got the news.

"You're welcome, does my brother know about this?" Fang Nan coughed dryly.

Yang Qingheng nodded: "I will tell him later."

However, she didn't expect that she didn't need to tell Song Hengjue that the two people had already come to her door in the afternoon.

When Xu Lan suddenly opened the door, they were watching TV in the living room. A loud noise almost caused Yang Qingheng to press the grape in Song Hengjue's face, threw it aside, frowned and stood up: "What are you doing here again?"

The warmth in his arms disappeared. Song Hengjue felt empty and had no good expression.

"Aunt Yang." As soon as Xu Changchang saw Yang Qingheng, he rushed over happily, and when he was about to rush into his arms, Yang Qingheng took a step back, letting her escape.

Xu Changchang was stunned, standing there at a loss, and took his raised hand back.

Aunt Yang clearly didn't treat her like this before.

Xu Lan sat on the sofa with her legs crossed, as leisurely as if she were at home: "Ms. Yang, it seems that you and our family Changchang get along very harmoniously. I don't have to worry about Changchang's feelings when he comes to live here in the future. I feel uncomfortable."

"I said, I won't help you raise your child. If you want money, that's fine. I don't care about the child." Before Yang Qingheng could say anything, Song Hengjue refused.

This time, he didn't even care that Xu Changchang was still present and showed no mercy.

Yang Qingheng didn't know what their grudge was, but seeing that he was still reasonable, he breathed a sigh of relief.

Xu Lan sneered, bypassed Song Hengjue, and looked at Yang Qingheng: "Miss Yang can't even tolerate one child?"

These words seemed to say that she was the one who forced Song Hengjue to be so ruthless.

Yang Qingheng frowned and was about to speak. Song Hengjue took a step ahead of her and pulled her behind him: "She has never told me this. There is no need for you to say these words to stimulate her. She won't do this. Let me say it again. I What I owe you has been paid off, and your future life has nothing to do with me. If you come to ask for money, tell me a certain amount. If you want something else, don't think about it. It's impossible. I won't agree to anything. "

"Pay it off? Song Hengjue, how can you pay it off? You have to raise this child even if you don't want to." These words irritated Xu Lan, she stopped pretending, and naked resentment burst out of her eyes.

Yang Qingheng felt uncomfortable and planned to wait until this crazy woman left to interrogate Song Hengjue.

Xu Lan pushed Xu Changchang away, turned around and left, which not only shocked Xu Changchang, but also caused several adults to frown.

The child was so sensitive to emotions that he didn't even care about his sore knees. He got up and grabbed Xu Lan's hand in panic: "Mom, don't leave me, mom..."

"Xu Changchang, you won't even listen to me, right?" Xu Lan's face was terrifyingly cold, and he pushed her away with all his strength. His cold eyes didn't even look like he was looking at his own child, and he immediately got into the car. When she closed the door, she almost caught Xu Changchang's hand.

Song Hengjue gritted his teeth and knocked hard on Xu Lan's car door: "Open the door! Come down and explain clearly!"

Xu Lan stepped on the accelerator and the car jumped out.

Xu Changchang never thought that her mother would really abandon her, so she panicked and ran after the car: "Mom, don't abandon Changchang."

Yang Qingheng took a deep breath looking at the solid fall.

The panicked crying made her scalp numb. After hesitating for two seconds, she walked over and helped her up: "Does it hurt? I'll go home and bandage you."

"Hey, where did this child come from? Sure enough, men learn to be bad when they are rich. Are you going to be a stepmother?" Gao Xiao'e watched the show for who knows how long and gloated.

"I think Mom still hasn't learned how to talk well. Let's just eat plain porridge for two more days." Yang Qingheng didn't even bother to look at her. He took the medical kit and took Xu Changchang back to the room.

"I don't want you, I want my mother." Xu Changchang retracted his hands and looked at the direction Xu Lan left.

Yang Qingheng rolled her eyes inwardly, as if she wanted to take over this mess.

Thinking about it, she laughed angrily. Xu Lan's plan of bitterness was clearly based on the fact that she and Song Hengjue couldn't bear to let their children suffer, so there was no way they would throw Xu Changchang away.

Looking at Song Hengjue again, his face was indeed filled with distress.

Yang Qingheng was upset and asked her aunt to coax Xu Changchang. She forcefully pushed Song Hengjue to the guest room next door and gritted her teeth: "Tell me, what's going on? As your fiancée, I don't even have the right to know?"

Then he pointed at Xu Changchang: "You send your child to the police station. There is no reason for her to stay here."

Could it be that since Xu Lan never took away the child, they would continue to help her raise the child?

Song Hengjue was confused and panicked when he heard Yang Qingheng's words. He grabbed her hand and said helplessly: "How come you don't have the right to know? I... I just don't know how to tell you."