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

"Mr. Song, you are back." The aunt had just returned from shopping for groceries. She met Song Hengjue in the yard and greeted her quickly.

Song Hengjue nodded in reply and glanced around the living room without stopping at the two of them. Instead, he asked his aunt, "Qing Heng hasn't come back?"

There was no reason to panic.

Song Hengjue felt that he probably really needed to see a doctor, but after half an hour without calling, Yang Qingheng began to annoy him. If this continued, there might be another conflict.

"No, I usually get off work at this time. It only lasts about ten minutes. I'll go cook first." The aunt shook her head, looking at Song Hengjue's appearance as if he was facing a powerful enemy, and shook her head in a funny way.

Ever since she learned that Xu Changchang had nothing to do with Song Hengjue, she knew that she had too many misunderstandings about Song Hengjue, and she no longer had so many opinions about him.

Song Hengjue didn't hear what she said. He had already dialed the phone in his hand, but he didn't hear the response for a long time.

"Hengjue, if you ask me to tell you, please stop calling. Maybe Qingheng will still bother you," Gao Xiao'e laughed, "I have seen her with other men outside in the past few days, and they were having a heated fight. How can I be in the mood to pick you up?" phone number."

If other men heard this from the fiancée's mother, they would already be angry. Even if they believed in the fiancée, they would still have some doubts. Song Hengjue immediately thought of the pretty boy who came to the hospital. Yang Qingheng did go there two days ago. See him in the hospital.

But looking at Gao Xiao'e's earnest face, she always felt something was wrong, so she pretended to be annoyed: "Who did she see?"

Hooked.

Gao Xiao'e and her son looked at each other, both excited.

"Hengjue, although Qingheng is my daughter, I am not an unreasonable person. It is really inappropriate for her to do such a thing." She sighed, "I just saw her and her husband at Baifu's hotel. Other men, after much thought, still can't get over the hurdle in their hearts, so I want to give you a reminder."

Catch him, catch him! Dump her, break off the engagement.

Thinking of Po Tian's wealth, Gao Xiao'e's face almost broke out in laughter.

Song Hengjue was heartbroken and his face was horribly gloomy: "Control these two people, Fang Nan, call the police."

He drew his legs and rushed outside.

"Be careful!" Fang Nan exclaimed, running over to help him.

Song Hengjue had already gotten up from the ground and ran out limping.

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"Sir, you can't open the guest's room." Several security guards failed to stop Song Hengjue, not to mention that his bodyguards came not long after Song Hengjue arrived.

"Get out of here!" Song Hengjue's eyes were red and he was almost irritable. He kicked open the door next to him and continued on to the next room without seeing a familiar face.

Two bodyguards stopped a group of security guards, and other bodyguards helped kick in the door. The hotel was in chaos. People in the back rooms were frightened. Before Song Hengjue kicked the door, they opened the door honestly and let him check.

This is not an option.

Song Hengjue was panicked and glanced upstairs. Suddenly he had a strong premonition and gritted his teeth and went up.

The door kicked open with a bang.

"Qingheng!" The bright red blood pricked Song Hengjue's eyes.

Even the blood flowing backwards is not enough to describe his mood at this moment.

The temperature of Song Hengjue's whole body seemed to have dropped to freezing point in an instant, so that his brain did not issue any instructions at the first moment.

Yang Qingheng's face was covered with blood, and he felt a familiar aura. All the strength in his body seemed to be released in an instant, and he spoke incoherently: "I killed someone... Song Hengjue, I killed someone... What should I do?" The scissors in his hand were stunned. Holding it blankly in the air.

Song Hengjue pressed her into his arms hard, checked twice that there were no wounds, and then the temperature on her body seemed to have recovered a little, and held her trembling body tightly in his arms.

"It'll be okay, it won't be." He reached out to grab the scissors in her hand, and they were already stuck in her flesh. The flesh and blood were mixed with the edges of the scissors, because this was her only weapon. Song Hengjue seemed to be pressed in by someone. He dropped the jar of strong acid, his heart was bloody, and he forgot to breathe, "Qingheng, it's safe now, I'm here."

"Why did you come here?" Yang Qingheng's soul came back, tears welling up like falling water, the hoarse cry lost its image, only the emotions in the subconscious were vented.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, don't be afraid, I'm here..." Song Hengjue apologized over and over again, his heart cut into pieces by the crying.