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

A big hand was wrapped around his waist, and the hot heat penetrated the thin layer of fabric, causing goosebumps to appear on Yang Qingheng's waist.

I don’t know how long this man has been here, and whether he heard her arrogant words just now.

After realizing the embarrassment, she wished she could find a crack in the ground and crawl into it.

But in front of outsiders, the momentum cannot be lost.

Yang Qingheng straightened her back, pretending to be shy and burying herself in his chest: "What are you talking about outside."

Li Jiaoyan's eyes were red with jealousy. However, Song Hengjue was here. She had to grit her teeth and swallow her anger. She smiled and patted the place next to her: "Brother Hengjue, you are going to the town. It happens to be here." There’s still a spot.”

After speaking, he stared closely at Song Hengjue's mouth, with a bit of anticipation in his eyes.

There was no place when she came just now, but now she can squeeze in with Song Hengjue? This woman is really telling lies with open eyes and bullying others with her power as big as a soybean.

Yang Qingheng felt angry and looked at Song Hengjue coldly.

Bitch man, if he dares to sit with his green plum today, she will chop him up tonight!

"Since there is only one seat, let's leave it to someone else." Song Hengjue glanced at her lightly, then put his arms around Yang Qingheng's waist and walked to the entrance of the village. "Your sister-in-law is delicate and expensive. I'm afraid that she will be squeezed into the bus by herself." She's crushed."

As he spoke, he showed a doting smile towards Yang Qingheng.

This caused Yang Qingheng to get goosebumps all over his body. Seeing Li Jiaoyan's jealous eyes, he nodded obediently: "Yes, your brother Hengjue loves me."

Before Li Jiaoyan could recover from the words "sister-in-law", she was so angry at Yang Qingheng's words that her eyes darkened and she almost fainted.

As soon as he left everyone's sight, Song Hengjue let go of Yang Qingheng's big hand on his waist without any hesitation.

The heat source disappeared. Yang Qingheng looked at the back of his head and rolled his eyes.

In the previous life, I didn’t know who it was that wanted to hold her to sleep, and would act crazy if she wasn’t held. A young man who was twenty years old would dare to despise her even if he was so powerful.

"You have a big opinion against me?" The man in front suddenly turned around.

Yang Qingheng rolled his eyes and couldn't take it back. His eyes almost cramped. He coughed dryly and felt a little embarrassed: "...No, there is sand in his eyes."

Song Hengjue's lips curved into a mocking arc, but he did not expose her.

"Repay me the money in the cabinet."

What?

Yang Qingheng was stunned for a moment, and when she saw his serious look, she laughed angrily: "Song Hengjue, if it's only twenty yuan, what do you think?"

Why didn't I realize he was so stingy before?

"Twenty? I'm talking about the five hundred yuan in the iron box." Song Hengjue frowned. He didn't know what he thought of, and his face instantly turned livid. He pinched her shoulders and said, "Yang Qingheng, take that money." To that pretty boy?"

five hundred? Give it to the pretty boy?

Yang Qingheng almost choked to death on her saliva. She racked her brains and couldn't think of how she spent all the money in her previous life.

She suddenly felt a little guilty. According to the way she acted when she was young, she might really have secretly given it to Gu Yihua.

"Yang Qingheng, talk!" Song Hengjue laughed angrily, "You took all the five hundred yuan?"

"Who said I took it? I didn't take it. I just put it away for you. When you want to use it, I will just give it to you. Can we have some trust between husband and wife?" Yang Qingheng was shocked to see him look so angry. Jump, hold your neck and retort loudly.

She felt like crying, but five hundred yuan was the two-year income of an ordinary rural family in the [-]s. Where could she find such a large amount of money to make up for this hole.

Song Hengjue was doubtful, and the sarcasm in his eyes almost overflowed: "Husband and wife? It's really strange to hear this word from your mouth."

As soon as the words fell, the bus slowly stopped in front of the two of them.

Song Hengjue strode into the car.

After finally bringing up the topic of money, Yang Qingheng secretly breathed a sigh of relief and quickly followed.

Maybe the two of them arrived late today. The car was full of people, and even the standing area was crowded.

Yang Qingheng frowned imperceptibly, and squeezed her way next to Song Hengjue. Seeing the gap between his arm and the car window, she skillfully slipped in under his arm.

Song Hengjue was speechless and stretched out her long legs to separate her body from the crowd outside.

The subconscious action made him frown, and he retracted his hands and feet and put them away naturally, as if he was electrocuted.

Yang Qingheng was naturally aware of it. She slapped his arm hard with the back of her hand, and her tone was filled with sourness that even she couldn't detect: "You are so skillful in your movements. Have you often done this before? Which sister is so nice to you?"

She is so proficient because of the experience in her previous life, but before today, she had never gone out with Song Hengjue, so where did he get this habit?

If I had known that he went to school and came home with his childhood sweetheart Li Jiaoyan, maybe he would have developed the habit at that time!

Yang Qingheng was inexplicably irritable. When she saw Song Hengjue's face, she became angry: "Don't you see I'm hot? Why are you so close to me?"

A woman's face changes faster than the sky.

Song Heng took a deep breath, thinking that he didn't care about her in public, and stretched out his hand to open half of the window: "Shut your mouth."

Yang Qingheng curled her lips and was about to speak when she suddenly smelled a strange smell. Looking in the direction, it turned out that someone had lifted the chicken coop up, a little beside her.

I could still faintly see the dark yellow chicken poop on the chicken feet, and my stomach was churning. I almost vomited out the sweet potato I had just eaten.

"Hypocritical." Song Hengjue glanced at her lightly, with disgust on his face. He turned sideways to block her view and opened the window wide.

Yang Qingheng didn't have the energy to argue with him now. As soon as he arrived in the town, he jumped out of the car as if he was running away.

After running for dozens of meters, she realized that Song Hengjue had not followed her at all, but was walking in the opposite direction to her.

Yang Qingheng didn't go back to chase, not because she was angry, but because she felt guilty. The lie had been told, and she didn't have the ability to tell the lie now. If Song Hengjue asked about five hundred yuan, where would she go to conjure it up and give it back to him.

She didn't want to face Song Hengjue's mocking gaze.

The top priority is to solve the problem of survival. First go and buy food.

It is now the beginning of [-], and the country is still implementing a planned economy. Logically speaking, all grain purchases must go to the supply and marketing cooperatives.

But Yang Qingheng weighed the little money left in his hand and still didn't go. Instead, he followed his memory and squeezed into the alley. Sure enough, he found a black market deep down.

"Stop, what are you doing?" Just as he was about to go in, he was blocked by a man.

Yang Qingheng, who was familiar with the road, took out a dime and stuffed it into his hand: "Brother, I understand the rules."

It is almost a rule to pay protection fees before entering the black market. These days, the Industrial and Commercial Bureau is not strict about arresting people, but it is not completely free.

Therefore, every black market will have a few watchers who are familiar with the terrain. When the Industrial and Commercial Bureau comes, they can lead the vendors to evacuate immediately.

Everyone is happy to buy a safe for a few cents.

"Well, let's go in." The man casually stuffed the money into his pocket and scanned the outside with sharp eyes.

Yang Qingheng nodded and ducked into the alley.

Compared to the quiet outside, it was much livelier inside. People gathered around in twos and threes. There was a dazzling array of goods on the floor. Most of them were hard currency such as clothes, rice, pork, and candies. There were not many snacks. I guess they were afraid that the Industrial and Commercial Bureau would come. Good run.

Yang Qingheng went straight to the rice stall and bought thirty kilograms of rice. The twenty yuan in his pocket was reduced by nearly half.

Seeing that the fabric next to me was good, an idea flashed in my mind, and I suddenly came up with a solution, so I bought another three meters of cloth and some rag needles and thread. Now my pocket was really cleaner than my face.

It made her even more panicked.

"Comrade, would you like to buy a piece of pork?" Perhaps seeing her standing in front of the stall for a long time, the pork seller waved enthusiastically.

Yang Qingheng twirled his empty pockets, feeling guilty, but looking at the fat and thin pork, his mind was filled with braised pork. The soles of his shoes felt like they were stuck to the floor, and he couldn't take a step at all.

The saliva in the mouth gushes out one after another.