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

Yang Qingheng was so proud that he rushed over to settle the score with Song Hengjue with the kettle in his arms. As soon as he got closer, he saw a familiar figure. He paused in his steps and his face suddenly became elongated.

Li Jiaoyan's face was rosy: "Brother Hengjue, I didn't like to eat the fried tofu made by my mother the most before. She asked me to bring it over for you to try. It just so happens that you don't have to bother to open the fire at noon."

Speaking of the past, he raised his lips provocatively at Yang Qingheng.

So it doesn't matter that she is Song Hengjue's wife. Brother Hengjue has now seen her true face clearly and will divorce her sooner or later.

And the friendship between her and brother Hengjue for so many years has been constantly parted with.

Brother Hengjue, Brother Hengjue, he is not ashamed to stare at other people’s men every day.

Yang Qingheng rolled his eyes secretly, stretched out his hand to grab it, opened the lunch box, looked at it, patted Li Jiaoyan's hand, and smiled gratefully: "Just now I said that your brother Hengjue was too tired to chop down trees today, so you asked me to cook it." The meal is here, but he doesn’t want me to do this. If sister Jiaoyan hadn’t come here today, I wouldn’t have known how I would have made lunch. Thank you very much.”

Li Jiaoyan's expression changed: "That's not for you!"

Yang Qingheng raised her eyebrows, a little hurt: "Sister Jiaoyan, didn't you prepare your sister-in-law's share?"

After thinking for a while, he shook his head: "No, I don't believe Sister Jiaoyan is so stingy."

This bitch, why is she so thick-skinned!

Li Jiaoyan's lungs were about to burst with anger, but since Song Hengjue was here, it was difficult to lose his temper, so he could only grind his teeth and swallow the blood, and said with a fake smile: "Haha, I'm just kidding, you can eat it if you want. "

"Hengjue, you don't mind if I eat a little." Yang Qingheng raised his eyebrows with a threatening look.

Song Hengjue trembled when he heard this title, confused: "What do I mind?"

Then Li Jiaoyan saw Yang Qingheng, a shameless bitch, eating the whole box of tofu in one bite!

Not a single piece is left!

After eating, he smiled shyly: "Oh, sister Jiaoyan, your food is so delicious. I accidentally finished it. Do you mind?"

"It's okay." Li Jiaoyan gritted her teeth.

Why didn't she mind? She wanted to kill Yang Qingheng, a bitch!

Yang Qingheng sneered, looking at her ferocious face, her heart felt extremely happy, and she felt that all the depression she felt today was gone.

You bitch, you still want to eat Qingmei’s tofu, what a beautiful thought!

"Yang Qingheng, I think you came here so late today. You haven't done any labor, right? The great man said that labor is the most glorious. Getting something for nothing is a capitalist style, and you will be criticized!" Li Jiaoyan's eyes narrowed slightly! Move, loudly.

Yang Qingheng frowned: "What do you want to do?"

"Since you can't do such physical work, we are not unreasonable. You can always cut some pig grass. You will provide the food for the five pigs in the village today." Li Jiaoyan put her hands on her hips.

The village chief's wife just happened to come over with a group of women at this time. She nodded when she heard this: "Yes, our village does not raise lazy wives. You can easily spoil the atmosphere in the village. What if someone from above comes and asks, just If you do as Jiaoyan says, I can give you three work points."

The village chief's wife spoke, and others naturally agreed.

"Yes, Yang Qingheng, it's outrageous for you to do this."

"I thought you just came from the city and didn't know how to do farm work, so we didn't force you. But during this time, leaders are coming to inspect, so you can't help it."

"Don't be criticized for bringing down our entire village by yourself."

……

Everyone was talking about it, Li Jiaoyan was very proud that her plan had succeeded.

The village chief's wife was her aunt, but Yang Qingheng actually dared to fight with her without even considering how much he weighed.

Yang Qingheng had a headache and knew that he had to do the farm work today, so he subconsciously turned to Song Hengjue for help.

Unexpectedly, Song Hengjue just glanced at her lightly: "Look what I'm doing, there's pigweed on my face?"

"You don't have pigweed on your face, but you have a lot on your mind." Yang Qingheng held his breath, glared at him fiercely, hugged the kettle and ran away.

Erniu couldn't help but burst out laughing.

Song Hengjue glanced at him coldly, and then he shut his mouth.

I went to the place where tools were stored in the village and picked up a large backpack and a large knife for cutting pigweed. After writing my name at the registration desk, I strode towards the mountain.

There are many types of grass that pigs can eat, but Yang Qingheng can only recognize one or two common ones. Plus, there are green grasses all over the mountains and fields, making it difficult to identify them.

The sun was almost setting and we had only cut half the basket. Not to mention feeding five pigs, even one pig was hungry.

Yang Qingheng sighed, and when she was about to pick up the bundle of pigweed, her hand hurt. There were a few miscanthus roots hidden in it, and she cut her palm with force. By coincidence, she didn't know if she cut a blood vessel on her wrist. The red blood spurted out like money.

What a hit.

Yang Qingheng cursed secretly, raised his wrist as high as possible, pressed the bleeding area tightly, and ran towards the entrance of the village.

There were few means of transportation in the [-]s. Now the only way to reach the town is the bus, but I don’t know when the next bus will come.

Yang Qingheng was panicking and hesitated whether to go back to the village and ask Song Hengjue to borrow a bicycle to take her to the hospital in the town.

Just as she was about to turn around, a police car slowly stopped in front of her.

Yang Qingheng was overjoyed, rushed up to the car window, and asked politely: "Mr. Police, I am injured. Could you please take me to the hospital in the town?"

The car window slowly lowered, and Yang Qingheng was stunned when he saw clearly the people inside.

This is not the deaf and dumb one from yesterday...

Tang Bainian coughed dryly, jumped out of the car and opened the passenger door for her in person: "If you have anything to say, we'll talk about it later. I'll take you to the hospital first?"

Since it was a police car, Yang Qingheng had nothing to be afraid of. He nodded and fastened his seat belt.

There were few cars and people on the road, and it took only half an hour for the two of them to reach the health center in the town.

The nurse was shocked when she saw so much blood. She didn't say anything about registering and queuing up, and pushed her towards the consulting room.

"Venous bleeding is not a big problem, don't be nervous." When the doctor heard that the wound was made by cutting pigweed, he coughed dryly and looked away.

Yang Qingheng knew without looking that the doctor was definitely laughing at her.

The doctor had professional qualities, but Tang Bainian behind him did not, and he laughed out loud.

This made Yang Qingheng stare: "Why are you laughing? No matter how funny I am, it's not as funny as you, a policeman pretending to be deaf and mute in order not to apologize."

This bastard policeman treated her like a monkey yesterday, which is intolerable! My uncle can't bear it, but my aunt can't!

When the doctor heard this, he finally couldn't hold it back and looked up at Tang Bainian strangely.

"You are quite vindictive," Tang Bainian raised his eyebrows and explained seriously, "I didn't notice the thief yesterday. I really didn't mean it."

"Bah," Yang Qingheng exposed him. "At first, I was fascinated by the thief. Later, without any explanation, he did it on purpose. He treated me like a monkey."

Tang Bainian put his fist to his lips, and now he bowed his head and apologized honestly: "I'm sorry, you have a lot of money. For the sake of helping you this time, please forgive me once."

Yang Qingheng snorted coldly, and just as he was about to speak, the doctor stood up: "The sutures are done, pay attention to your self-cultivation, don't touch the water, eat lightly, and come to the hospital in time to change the dressing and remove the stitches."

Only then did he realize that he had forgotten about suturing when he was arguing with Tang Bainian just now.

She breathed a sigh of relief and forgot about the bloody wound. Her scalp tingled when she thought of the needle and thread passing through it. She could faint on the spot after seeing it with her own eyes.

She quickly thanked the doctor: "Thank you, doctor."

"Well, go with the nurse to pay the medical bills." The doctor nodded.

money?

Yang Qingheng's face froze for a moment, she scratched her head and looked at her nose and heart: "Brother doctor, can I pay the medical expenses on credit first?"

At the end of the sentence, his voice was as low as a mosquito's fly, and he felt that it was ridiculous.

Tang Bainian laughed softly and shook his head helplessly: "The hospital cannot accept credit, but...if you need it, you can ask the police comrades for help."

Yang Qingheng was not polite at all: "Then I'll trouble Officer Tang."

Tang Bainian smiled and paid the medical bills with her. It was already nightfall when they left the hospital.

"Get in the car and take you back." He patted the car door.

She couldn't live in a guest house without a letter of introduction, not to mention she was extremely poor. Yang Qingheng felt that her words about being brave and not wanting to trouble others were all false, so she climbed into the car honestly.

I don't know how long it took, but the car suddenly braked hard.

Yang Qingheng was agitated, no longer sleepy, looking at the desolate night scene outside, and asked in surprise: "What happened?"

"A wild cat jumped over just now. Let me see if it's under the car." Tang Bainian unbuckled his seat belt and got out of the car.

Yang Qingheng rubbed her temples. She didn't know why, but her heart was beating fast, and she felt like something was about to happen.

After hesitating for a few seconds, he unbuckled his seat belt and followed him down: "Did you find it?"

Tang Bainian lay on the ground, holding a flashlight and shining it under the car, shaking his head: "No, he probably ran away."

Yang Qingheng touched his chin, thoughtfully, then suddenly raised his fingers and tapped the front hood of the car.

There were actually a few weak screams coming from inside, and the two looked at each other.

Tang Bainian suddenly opened the front hood of the car, and sure enough he saw a pair of green eyes. When he shined a flashlight, the black and white cow cat seemed to be irritated, and his hair was all over.

It made him laugh out loud: "The fart is bigger, but the temper is not small." He pinched it with two fingers.

Yang Qingheng was also amused by his description. Just as he was about to get in the car, something flashed in his mind and he stopped moving.

With a quick step, Tang Bainian stopped his hand from closing the hood of the car: "Wait, give me the flashlight."

Tang Bainian looked at her serious face, confused, but for some reason, he actually had an inexplicable trust in this girl he had only met twice.

Before I could even think about it, the flashlight was already handed out.

……really.

Yang Qingheng was lying on the hood of the car, feeling faintly scared.