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

Song Hengjue was speechless by the two women and went straight into the kitchen.

Yang Qingheng still resented what this person had done to embarrass her just now. He didn't say a word and his face was so dark that it could drip.

Song Hengjue was silent for a moment, then reached out and snatched the spatula from her hand: "I'll do it."

Something cold slipped into the palm of his hand. Yang Qingheng lowered his head and saw that it was a small bottle of potion.

She glanced at him lightly, turned around and left.

Count him acquainted.

Everyone ate in unusual silence during dinner, and Yao Ying had the ugliest look on his face.

"Isn't it delicious?" Song Hengjue gave her a piece of braised pork and tasted a piece himself. It tasted very normal.

Yao Ying hesitated to speak, stared at him for a long time, and said: "Son, this place in the kitchen is not suitable for you, you should go in less often."

If she had a cold face and a warm heart when she saw her son coming back just now, now her heart is filled with despair.

Yao Ying is used to the delicious food cooked by her daughter-in-law, but now she feels that what her son cooks is simply pig food!

Song Hengjue's face stiffened.

"Mom, whatever you want to eat tomorrow, I'll cook it for you."

Yang Qingheng raised her brows in a slightly proud arc and hugged Yao Ying's arm affectionately.

Oh, he didn't know how good his cooking skills were, and no one except her was willing to support him.

I don't know how.

Yao Ying suddenly laughed and kept talking about which dish she cooked was delicious.

Song Hengjue, his own son, seemed like an outsider.

After eating, Song Hengjue took some daily necessities and went outside.

When Yang Qingheng came out, his shadow was nowhere to be seen, and Yao Ying was sitting in the yard sewing soles.

"He even forgot to drive away." Seeing the brand-new bicycle in the yard, she frowned, not wanting to send it to him.

Yao Ying: "This is not the car Erniu lent him and said he bought it for me."

"He's so kind to you." Yang Qingheng said sourly.

Yao Ying sneered: "You say you bought it for me, but in the end it's not all for you. Don't be so weird to me."

What a blind man lighting a lamp, it's a waste of wax.

She's an old woman who doesn't know how to ride a bicycle. She's such a bastard. Use her as a gift box.

Yang Qingheng laughed, no matter how much he liked that bicycle.

I wanted to buy one some time ago. The school is far away. I have to get up at six o'clock every morning. The buses are extremely crowded at night. There are chickens, ducks, geese, sweat and everything. Unfortunately, the bicycle tickets are all in the factory. I couldn't find a few items in the village that were only available to the workers, and I never bought them.

It happened that the next day was the weekend, so the bicycle came in handy, and she rode directly to the town.

After entering the black market, I turned directly into the small alley from last time.

"Sister Yang, you're here to see Mr. Xu. Go inside." As soon as Mr. Xu's younger brother saw her, he smiled and pointed inside.

Ever since Yang Qingheng's bag was sold on the black market, everyone has been favored and looked at her with much respect.

Yang Qingheng nodded and walked towards the courtyard.

"Comrade Yang, why are you here?" Mr. Xu was smoking in the yard. When he saw her coming in, he quickly put out his cigarette.

Yang Qingheng sat down and said, "What do you think about selling bags during this period? Is it easy to manage?"

Mr. Xu took out an envelope from his pocket and handed it to her: "Not bad. This is half a month's dividend. Count it."

Yang Qingheng didn't count, put it directly into the bag, and tentatively said: "I don't have enough manpower here. You see, I will directly hand over the sales job to you, and then if you divide the money, follow the pattern of this half month and take care of me. I’ll give it to you for five yuan, and it’s up to you how much you can sell it for.”

Mr. Xu tapped his cup subconsciously with his index finger and pondered for a few seconds: "Okay."

After the deal was concluded, Yang Qingheng went straight out and entered the black market without talking to him.

She was not worried that Mr. Xu would steal her goods. She believed that he could handle the one-time business and long-term benefits.

I bought a strip of pork belly, wrapped it up and put it directly into my crossbody bag.

On a whim, she walked towards her stall.

Today is the weekend, and there are many young girls in the black market. Her stall is crowded, and the man selling bags is very busy and smiling.

Yang Qingheng looked at this scene and didn't know why. He felt a sense of satisfaction in his heart as he stuffed money into his pocket.

Suddenly, a shout came from outside.

"The Industrial and Commercial Bureau is here, run."

Yang Qingheng was startled and subconsciously wanted to hide in the alley.

But I saw the man selling bags hurriedly loading bags into the backpack.

Yang Qingheng was so angry that he kicked away the empty basket and tugged on his arm: "Run away quickly, do you want to go to jail?"

The man was so angry that he pushed her away: "What do you know? This is more than [-] yuan!" He scrambled to pick up the backpack and stuffed it inside with all his strength.

Yang Qingheng gritted her teeth, squatted down and hurriedly collected the bag. The sound at the alley entrance was getting closer and closer, so she picked up a backpack and rushed into the alley.

Men follow.

It turned out to be a dead end!

It's really hard to drink cold water.

Yang Qingheng's heart skipped a beat, and she dropped her bag and ran outside.

The bag seller will be jailed, and the customer will be detained at most. If she runs out now, she might be able to pretend, and she will be beaten to death if she refuses to admit it.

However, a rush of footsteps suddenly stopped outside.

Yang Qingheng was heartbroken and glared at the man next to him: "It's all your fault. You won't run away." It will hurt her.

"I will take it myself." How could the man expect that she, a stranger, would be so kind? He pursed his lips and spoke seriously.

Yang Qingheng clung to the wall, ignoring him, praying crazily in her heart that no one outside would notice this place.

"Xiao Liu, you go to the left."

"You two go to the right."

Realizing that no one noticed this dead end, Yang Qingheng breathed a sigh of relief and covered her mouth tightly.

Suddenly, there was a "creep" next to him, and a bag fell to the ground.

"Go and take a look inside the alley." An order came from outside.

The footsteps were getting closer and closer. Yang Qingheng was frightened and glared at the culprit beside him: "Remember what you just said."

He raised his head bravely and met a pair of familiar eyes.