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

"Where did this come from?" Yang Qingheng pretended not to hear, slammed the sachet on the table, startling the aunt next to her, and quickly packed up the dishes and returned to the kitchen.

Song Hengjue thought that the words did not come out of Yang Qingheng's mouth. He breathed a sigh of relief and looked at the sachet on the table: "When Changchang turned one year old, he had a dinner with Erniu Fangnan and the others. Xu Lan gave one to everyone. It was... …Any questions?"

When Yang Qingheng asked this question, he had an ominous premonition.

"See for yourself." Yang Qingheng threw the test sheet sent by the hospital early on the table.

Song Hengjue's face was ashen.

"What are you going to do?" Yang Qingheng held her hands on her chest. She looked calm, but in fact she was not in a good mood at all. She even wanted to slap Xu Lan on the spot.

She thought Xu Lan had some sense in hating Song Hengjue, but she didn't expect that he was completely crazy.

I'm afraid that Song Hengjue's depression is also caused by that woman.

The moment he got the test report, Yang Qingheng couldn't remember how long it had been since he was so angry. Even the anger he felt when he divorced Song Hengjue was not one-tenth of what he is today.

How dare she harm people's lives!

She originally planned to call the police, but Song Hengjue was involved. She didn't want to be separated from him because of this matter, so she wanted to see Song Hengjue's attitude.

However, she was disappointed. Song Hengjue was angry and shocked at first, but quickly calmed down: "How many people know this?"

"What, you mean you want to protect her?" Yang Qingheng's black and white eyes stared straight at him, as if she could see through his heart through his eyes.

That flash of indifference made Song Hengjue panic, and the fingertips holding the test sheet were so nervous that they turned white: "Changchang cannot live without his mother."

"What about my child? Does my child deserve to die?" The colder Yang Qingheng became, the calmer he spoke. Every word was so strange that he was no longer the same as before.

Song Hengjue's brain exploded with buzzing, and his whole body went stiff: "Wha... what child?"

I don't know if it was the influence of hormones, but Yang Qingheng felt an unknown fire burning in his heart. He didn't like anything about him, and the dissatisfaction that had been suppressed for a long time broke out in an instant: "Song Hengjue, do you know what is the most annoying thing about you? , you are always indecisive in doing things, looking forward and backward, and nagging, I am really fed up with it!"

"Xu Lan's knife is stuck in my neck and you still want to protect her. When will she stick the knife in my neck, will you regret it? Those stupid shareholders have been doing evil for how long, and you are still thinking about those bullshit feelings, Do you have to make the company bankrupt before you regret it? What do these things have to do with me, why do you have to torment me?"

As well as their marriage, Yang Qingheng was exhausted both mentally and physically.

If Song Hengjue had been more ruthless when divorcing, wouldn't all the troubles have caused her?

If he didn't insist on coming to the capital to find her, then she should be able to comfortably maintain an agreed marriage with Tang Bainian without any feelings. Everything would develop according to her plan. She should be lying comfortably at home after work. Read the newspaper, go to the beauty salon, instead of getting angry with him over an unrelated woman here.

Everything is messed up and she's going crazy, no, she's already going crazy.

Nothing was as lethal as the last two sentences, and the blood on Song Hengjue's face faded.

She finally brought it up. She couldn't help but bring it up. She must have endured it for a long time.

In the past few hours, he had prepared thousands of reasons to keep her, but at this moment, he seemed to be strangled by the neck, his mind went blank, and he could only squeeze out a few words from his throat: "So you regret being with me?" Are we together?"

He didn't even dare to look into her eyes or give her a chance to speak. The answer in her mouth would definitely not be what he wanted to hear. Her hoarse voice sounded like it was coming from a broken bellows: "I think we You should calm down."

"Are you avoiding him again?" Yang Qingheng saw through his usual style, looked into his evasive eyes, and nodded, "Okay, I understand."

"Sir, do you still need to prepare fruits after the meal?" The aunt looked at Yang Qingheng's back worriedly. She had never seen Miss Yang so angry.

Song Hengjue blinked, suppressing the sourness in his eyes, and tried to look more natural: "Send it to her later. I will ask two nutritionists to come back later. You must pay attention to your diet then."

"Ms. Yang is pregnant and suffering, so she will inevitably be upset. Sir, please be more tolerant. If a couple fights at the head of the bed and ends at the end of the bed, don't let a few words ruin their harmony." The aunt didn't want to talk to this scumbag, but she thought that Yang Qingheng still liked him, I can only endure my boredom and offer a few more words of advice.

She would never be with her again.

Song Hengjue lowered the corners of his mouth, and his back looked like a wandering soul when he returned to the room.

"Hey, why is there no one here at noon? Who can be such a daughter-in-law?" Gao Xiao'e saw no one when she walked in, and her long mouth was sarcastic.

"You think everyone is like you, having nothing to do all day long." Auntie rolled her eyes and was too lazy to answer her.

I don't know if these two people were taught a lesson by Song Hengjue recently. They finally became a little more honest and stopped acting like monsters. However, they still didn't know how to behave.

"You need a servant to interrupt." Gao Xiao'e scolded in a sharp voice.

If she hadn't colluded with that bitch Yang Qingheng to give her porridge every day, how could she have gone out to have breakfast early in the morning.

She came to Hainan to eat delicacies from the mountains and seas, not these crappy things!

"The servants in the family eat the same food as the master's family." The aunt scolded her, successfully making Gao Xiao'e turn pale with anger.

After Yang Qingheng slept for a while, her irritability subsided a lot, followed by inexplicable self-loathing and self-blame. She tossed and turned, and finally looked blankly at the sky outside the window.

She didn't even know why she said those words just now. There could obviously be a more appropriate and gentle way.

Cutting off your feelings as soon as you encounter an obstacle is obviously the most emotional choice.

"Qingheng, today's grapes are particularly sweet. Sir, you asked me to serve them to you." Auntie knocked on the door tentatively.

"No... forget it, bring it in." Yang Qingheng sighed and sat up straight.

When the aunt saw that she had eaten two, she became lost in thought and stopped peeling her fingers: "Qingheng, do you still want to eat?"

"Am I not feeling right lately?" Yang Qingheng asked without answering.