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

"Believe it, I believe it." Song Hengjue saw that the tip of her nose was red, and he quickly moved closer, wishing he could slap himself twice.

She had just been frightened and had not recovered yet. What was he doing to make her angry by talking about such unpleasant topics at this time?

"You talk about letters, but you are actually doubting me." Yang Qingheng also got angry, pointing at his nose and scolding, "I am becoming more suspicious every day. If I didn't like you, my brain would be hit by a car, and I would come to Hainan with you. I'm too busy to help you take care of your company's messy affairs. Do you want to get married or not? Get out! Get out!"

Day by day, there was never a peaceful moment, and sooner or later she would make him angry to death.

"What did you say? Say it again!" Song Hengjue's eyes were so bright that he grabbed her forearm excitedly and stared at her mouth without blinking, for fear that he had heard wrongly.

Yang Qingheng felt hot and kicked him in the calf: "I didn't say anything, you heard wrong."

"You said you like me." Song Hengjue showed eight neat white teeth, looking like a fool. He only knew how to be happy, hugged Yang Qingheng and kissed her hard.

She said she liked him! Yang Qingheng likes him!

Song Hengjue felt that he was going crazy, so happy that he was going crazy, but his eyes were steaming out.

Seeing him wiping tears with excitement, Yang Qingheng felt sour and cursed him as "idiot" in disgust.

Then he thought of the bell inkstone in Song Hengjue's mouth.

It was such a coincidence that Song Hengjue could see the hickey, which made him so angry. She didn't believe that there were no Zhong Yan's hands and feet in it.

She didn't even know when this junior had this kind of thought.

Yang Qingheng's eyes were dark.

The next day, Yang Qingheng was awakened by the warm touch on her face. She raised her head in confusion and met Song Hengjue with a flattering smile. Her mouth was red and she looked like she had done something bad.

"It's so early in the morning, you're so annoying." Yang Qingheng turned her head away in frustration, leaving him with an angry back.

She had just given him a good look and then he went even further. He pressed her and kissed her in the middle of the night. He even changed the sheets and let the aunt know what he thought. Now he wouldn't even let her sleep. He really opened a dyeing workshop if he got three points of color.

Song Hengjue also knew not to make people anxious, otherwise he would not get any good results in the next few days, so he eagerly leaned over and whispered: "I have washed the sheets, don't be angry, eh? Please spare me."

She pointed her white fingers toward the window, and sure enough, a light blue patterned sheet was hanging wet on the balcony.

The purple blood vessels on the index finger bulged slightly in the sun, looking extremely sexy.

The dark night, the unbearable heavy breathing, the sound of water... the memory came back to life, Yang Qingheng's eyelids twitched, and she grabbed his hand in panic and pressed it down: "I know, I know, I'm going to get up."

He was about to get up as soon as he turned over, and there was a sense of escape in his movements.

Song Hengjue hugged her legs with a leap and pushed her whole body into his arms: "Auntie has just arrived home and hasn't started making breakfast yet. Why are you getting up so early? You can sleep with me for a while."

She had slept well yesterday afternoon, but he stared at her all afternoon and made trouble all night, and now she was feeling sleepy.

"That's right!" Yang Qingheng rolled her eyes at him and made him make trouble. Now he is getting retribution.

But he didn't make any more moves, and honestly let him hold her in his arms.

If happiness has a concrete form, it should be him and her at this moment.

Yang Qingheng looked at the rising sun outside the window, and suddenly such a sentence came to his mind, and even he was stunned for a moment.

However, Song Hengjue did not sleep well this time. Less than half an hour later, his aunt knocked on the door.

Whispered: "Sir, two policemen came outside, saying they were picking up my wife to take notes."

It's so early in the morning, it disturbs people's dreams, and it's really shameless.

Song Hengjue muttered silently in his heart, closing his eyes tightly, pretending not to know.

However, the trembling eyelashes still betrayed the fact that he had woken up. Yang Qingheng was amused, pinched his earlobe, and patted his back soothingly: "Okay, don't keep me waiting."

"What?" Song Hengjue pretended to be sleepy and opened his eyes, with a stupid hair on his head.

Yang Qingheng stared at him with a playful smile, as if he had seen through all his disguises.

"What? You said you like me, but you won't even let me sleep," Song Hengjue pouted, complained over and over again, got up and put on her shoes, and finally helped her put on clothes, "You're young, let the designer come to the house to make new ones for you in the afternoon."

Yang Qingheng didn't refute and just touched his belly.

Indeed, there was a party two days ago, and I tried on those dresses, but they were too small, so I finally went to the store and bought a new one.

The two policemen looked at Song Hengjue getting into the car with resentment on his face, and looked at each other with embarrassment.

It's not that they came so early, but they finally found a breakthrough, and Miss Yang's confession was extremely important.

"What's your attitude?" Yang Qingheng scolded Song Hengjue, then turned to smile politely at the two policemen. "He just had an argument with me. He was in a bad mood and made you laugh."

"It's okay, it's okay." The two policemen waved their hands and said they didn't mind.

Then they saw the man with a stinky face lowering his head under Yang Qingheng's scolding, and stuffing half of his head into her neck in frustration.

Policeman: ...Well, there was a quarrel.

On the way there, Yang Qingheng probably also learned about their progress.

It is indeed not a coincidence that Gao Xiao'e and Yang Cheng appeared in the hotel, but on purpose. As for how they got in, it was indeed Li Jiaoyan's work.

The three of them planned carefully. They first bribed the street vendor, then the waiter of the small restaurant, and then arranged for a strange man to "share a table" and successfully knocked her out due to various coincidences that made her completely unprepared. .

Those two people were not smart, and it was most likely Li Jiaoyan's plan.

but……

Yang Qingheng squinted her eyes and tapped her round nails on her temples: "The Mr. Li I told you about was really not involved?"

Li Jiaoyan didn't like her, but she didn't think she could risk the rest of her life just for this "dislike". After all, she must know better than anyone else that the Li family would not want a daughter-in-law with bad morals.

Not to mention that Li Jiaoyan did not expect that the matter would be exposed, and Li Jiaoyan was not that stupid.

"No, Mr. Li was on a business trip when the incident happened. Moreover, Miss Li's persistence was because she set up this situation because she resented you." The policeman shook his head.

Yang Qingheng frowned, wondering what Li Jiaoyan was doing, and would rather bear it on her own than expose Li Nian.

There were two bangs outside the door, and Song Hengjue's worried voice came in: "I've been asking for so long, have you finished asking?"

The policeman twitched his mouth and opened the door from the inside: "Can we still eat your wife?"

But he becomes suspicious and crazy after not seeing him for ten minutes. I don’t know how this girl tolerates him.

Song Hengjue didn't care what he said. He looked up and down Yang Qingheng's face and breathed a sigh of relief after making sure she was still calm.

It’s good that you’re not angry with those things.

Before his heart was settled in his stomach, a curse came from the side: "You black-hearted person, he is your brother, and you actually called the police. If you don't want to die well, I should strangle you to death as soon as you are born."

The policeman escorting Gao Xiao'e awkwardly nodded and said hello to Yang Qingheng.

This old guy had to come out to relieve himself, but he had no choice but to keep her in the interrogation room.