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

Song Hengjue looked at her with a good face, and her panicked heart calmed down a lot. However, he didn't expect that he quickly packed up the dishes in the living room and returned to the third floor only to encounter a tightly locked door. His expression changed for a moment. Blank, tentatively stretched out a hand to knock on the door: "Yang Qingheng?"

"What are you doing?" Yang Qingheng opened the door and wiped his hair with one hand, the ends of which were still dripping.

Song Hengjue's eyes drifted into the room, his mind was spinning wildly, and he grabbed a corner of the towel: "Why don't you wipe your hair by yourself today? I'll do it."

One side of the body has to be squeezed in.

Yang Qingheng had no expression on his face, closed the door, and clamped half of his body: "Get out, I'm in a bad mood now, and I don't want to quarrel with you."

"I want to go back to the room to sleep." Song Hengjue's face was deformed by the door, staring straight at her, like a big dog that made a mistake, and the next second it would droop its invisible tail.

Use all your strength to get into the room.

He's not stupid. If he can't go back to his room to sleep today, it will be difficult for him to move back in the future.

He has a wife, why should he be left alone in an empty house!

"It's no use to me to be tough. I think we should all calm down before the matter is resolved." Yang Qingheng poured a basin of cold water on him, raised his chin, and motioned for him to go out.

Song Hengjue looked at her cold face and knew that she was really angry. He didn't dare to do anything wrong again, so he honestly withdrew.

Guess he knows the truth.

Yang Qingheng hung the towel around her neck and closed the door with her backhand. Before her butt touched the sofa, there was another weak sound outside the door.

"You really don't need me to wipe your hair?"

"roll."

...so fierce.

Song Hengjue touched his nose and looked reluctantly in the direction of the room. It was already eleven o'clock at night after washing up in despair. He shook the water on his head and fished it aside.

Song Hengjue: ...It’s over.

He couldn't bring himself to pick up the underwear that had been thrown into the dirty clothes basket and put it on again. He gritted his teeth, tied on his bathrobe and walked outside.

"Yang..." He walked to the door and was about to knock on the door when his eyes darkened, his knuckles slightly curled, and he pulled open one side of the tie.

Half of the chest should not be exposed, hidden under the black bathrobe. The texture is tight. At first glance, it looks like it is put on casually, lazily and casually. Only Song Hengjue knows how loose the laces on the side are. He doesn't even use any force, just touches it. Just pile it on the ground.

According to Yang Qingheng’s lustful nature...

Song Hengjue's ears felt hot, but he turned around and saw that he did not look like a serious person reflected on the tiles. The blood all over his body rushed to the top of his head, and he looked away like fire.

...Wouldn’t it be a bit too dissolute?

If Yang Qingheng was kicked out of the house in a disheveled state, he would lose his face.

Song Hengjue shuddered when he thought of that scene.

At twelve o'clock at night, a sneaky figure crawled along the drainage pipe to Yang Qingheng's window.

For the first time, Song Hengjue felt that this unsightly drainage pipe was so useful.

Stepping through the window, there was a ball on the bed. He tiptoed and took out the clothes from the cabinet, and couldn't wait to put them on. The chilly feeling finally disappeared.

I stuffed a handful of pants into my pocket and raised my feet to climb over the railing.

Come on, why don't you take a nap? If he doesn't touch her, she won't find out.

Song Hengjue rested his legs on the balcony, feeling a little moved. Before he could think clearly, he had already touched the edge of the bed.

The person on the bed was already fast asleep, with tense eyebrows and gentle eyes, a pair of voluptuous lips hidden in the darkness, Song Hengjue's Adam's apple rolled, and there was struggle in his peach blossom eyes.

If you rub it gently, you can't wake up, right?

By some strange coincidence, Yang Qingheng's peaceful sleeping face kept getting bigger in his eyes.

A rapid ringtone rang in the darkness. Yang Qingheng suddenly opened her eyes and pinched the mobile phone on the table. It was a series of familiar numbers. She felt weird: "Zhong Yan?"

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to disturb you late at night, but I only know you in Hainan Province..." Zhong Yan felt that his nose was blocked and his eyes felt like they were heavy.

Yang Qingheng was a little anxious when he heard his weak voice: "What's wrong with you? Tell me."

But I heard a muffled sound from the other side, and there was no sound. I don't know if I fainted.

Yang Qingheng was startled, fearing that something would happen to him, so he grabbed a coat and wrapped it around his pajamas and ran outside.

Song Hengjue's slender body curled up at the bottom of the bed, his face livid with anger.

It’s that shameless one again! I called late at night, and it seemed like I had no good intentions!

He should have believed Yang Qingheng, but when he thought about Zhong Yan's similar temperament to Gu Yi, he was not sure.

That woman has always liked this tone, and it has never changed over the years. In her previous life, when she was watching movies, she would choose those gentle male protagonists.

Even if she doesn't have the heart to fall in love with someone else, that vixen is so cunning that it's hard to say he won't get involved with her.

No, he couldn't let that vixen get together.

Song Hengjue was angry, so he got out from under the bed and rushed downstairs on tiptoe, but only reached the butt of a car that was driving away.

"Bang Bang Bang!"

"Zhong Yan, open the door!" Yang Qingheng called twice. He didn't hear the sound coming from inside. He frowned, searched around, grabbed the chair on the ground with both hands, and broke in through the door.

When I turned on the light, I saw Zhong Yan curled up on the ground. His usually upright body was huddled in a ball, and his head was covered in sweat.

so poor.

This idea came to him suddenly. Yang Qingheng didn't think about it deeply. He tried his best to help him up: "Let's go to the hospital."

Zhong Yan felt someone and wanted to wave her hand away repulsively.

Yang Qingheng put aside his hand, grabbed the other arm and put it on his shoulder: "Don't move."

Zhong Yan heard a familiar voice and struggled to open his eyes. When he saw that the person in front of him was really Yang Qingheng, he was in a daze for a moment.

"Are you dreaming?"

It seemed like she appeared in his dream for the first time.

"Be a ghost, I think your brain is burned out." Yang Qingheng was so angry that he almost dragged and kicked him and threw him into the car.

Little did they know that several heads upstairs stretched out the windows to watch the scene downstairs.

The boss came to the employee dormitory late at night and dragged and dragged the handsome man into the car?

To say the least, rich people still play.