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

"My only daughter is married to you. What's wrong with coming to get some food? Do you want to starve our whole family to death?"

Song Hengjue looked at his father-in-law and mother-in-law coldly, and said quietly: "If you want food, you can wait until Yang Qingheng comes back."

According to that woman's foolish and filial temperament, she will definitely force him to give food to the couple today. Then he can just take the opportunity to mention the divorce. As long as she is willing to divorce, he can give her parents this food today and pay it back in private. You can give her a lot of money.

"Tsk, a grown man can't even take charge of this little thing. What a waste." Gao Xiao'e looked disgusted, but she was happy in her heart.

It's good to listen to her daughter. That dead girl Yang Qingheng listens to her the most. When the time comes, she won't be able to take whatever she wants.

When Yang Qingheng heard this, he sneered and walked in: "Mom, you are really capable, why are you still coming to my house to ask for food today?"

"You damn girl, why are you talking to your parents?" Gao Xiao'e's face instantly turned dark, but remembering her purpose today, her expression softened a little, "Qingheng, my parents really have no choice, why?" We have raised you for so many years, so you won’t be so cruel, right?"

Yang Qingheng looked coldly and returned the original words: "Mom and Dad, the brigade only distributes so little food a year. No one has enough to eat. You take away what we eat. Are you so cruel that you want to starve your daughter to death?"

Yang Qingheng remembered clearly how these two people humiliated her after she broke her leg in her previous life, and how they defrauded her of her money. In this life, they would never take a penny from her.

"Yang Qingheng, what do you mean, you bitch? You've only been married for half a year and you've already learned how to turn your elbows outward. Even your parents don't care. It's better to give birth to you than to give birth to barbecued pork." Gao Xiao'e didn't expect that her daughter, who had always been obedient to her, would actually say this. Words come.

When she came to ask for food before, Yang Qingheng didn't help her. Now he dared to rebel. His wings are strong, right?

He took off his shoes and started to slap her: "You bitch, let's see if I don't beat you to death."

"Keep your mouth clean, or get out." Song Hengjue clenched his fists, shouted loudly, and protected Yang Qingheng behind him.

Yang Qingheng poked her head out from behind: "Bah, you guys who are selling your daughters are worthy of being called parents. If I call you parents, you really think of yourself as a person. If you want to put up a score, you should spit out the gift first. "

They really dare to ask for eight hundred yuan as a gift. There is no such thing in these ten miles and eight villages. Now they dare to come and ask for food. How shameless.

If they hadn't insisted on extorting so much money, her relationship with Yao Ying wouldn't have been so tense at the beginning.

"You! You!" Gao Xiao'e trembled with anger and shouted, rushing towards her, "If I don't give you a piece of cake today, my surname will not be Gao."

Song Hengjue watched closely the whole time. As soon as he saw her move, he quickly protected Yang Qingheng, reached out and arbitrarily snatched the shoe sole from Gao Xiao'e's hand and threw it away.

It's just... quite far away. Outside the courtyard, the shadows are gone.

Yang Qingheng looked up at her mother's face.

Gao Xiao'e's face was livid, she looked outside and pointed at Song Hengjue, trembling. For a moment, she seemed to not know whether to curse or pick up the shoes first.

If the occasion hadn't been inappropriate, Yang Qingheng would have laughed out loud.

Song Hengjue looked at the woman in front of him with a smile on her face, feeling a little weird in her heart.

This woman has always been submissive and even flattering to her family, so why is her attitude so tough this time?

He even suspected that she had the ability to read minds and knew what he was thinking!

"Yang Qingheng, do you, a daughter, have to be so awesome?" Yang Qiwen knocked on his pipe, with thick anger burning in his cloudy eyes.

Yang Qingheng shuddered subconsciously. In the past, as long as he made this expression, she would definitely be beaten or scolded, so she never dared to make him angry, but now she is not afraid anymore, she hates him and wants to kill him!

If it weren't for them, how could she and Song Hengjue have lived so hard in their previous lives!

She looked at him coldly: "You also said that the married daughter threw water. Ever since you had to marry me to that fool in Damu Village in order to earn a bride price for Yang Cheng, we have no relationship at all."

Yang Qiwen was trembling with anger: "Yang Qingheng, he is your brother, the only incense of our old Yang family. What's wrong with doing something for him? You have to care about this, right? Okay, if you have the ability, you will suffer outside in the future." If you feel wronged, don't go home and seek support from your brother. I want to see how my husband's family will punish you without my mother's family."

"Incense?" Yang Qingheng couldn't help but laugh out loud when he heard this word, "You haven't met Yang Cheng's precious girlfriend yet, right? The incense in your family is probably gone long ago."

"Have you ever said that about your own brother?" When Yang Qiwen mentioned his son, he became furious. He stretched out his cigarette and was about to hit her hard.

The veins on Song Hengjue's forehead twitched and he shouted angrily: "If you dare to take action today, I will call the police immediately. If you want to try the taste of prison food, just do it."

Yang Qiwen gritted his teeth, glared at Yang Qingheng fiercely, and walked away with a dark face and angrily.

Gao Xiao'e followed closely behind, thinking of Yang Qingheng's sarcastic look just now, she always felt a little uneasy.

"What do you mean by that bitch?" Is there something wrong with my son's girlfriend?

Yang Qiwen couldn't make up his mind and took a puff of dry cigarette: "Hurry up and ask Xiaocheng to bring his girlfriend back to meet him. If it's suitable, we can finalize it first."