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

"What's wrong?" Tang Bainian came closer.

Yang Qingheng's face was complicated and his words were vague: "This car cannot be driven. Please contact a technician to come and check it."

"How could..." He was shocked and nodded, "Okay."

The police station in Xishan Town was also on duty at night, and it only took an hour for someone to arrive in a police car.

"You think there's something wrong with our police car?" The man got out of the car and didn't check the car immediately. Instead, he looked Yang Qingheng up and down with a questioning tone.

Tang Bainian frowned and pushed his shoulder: "Okay, just check it if you want. There's so much nonsense."

He turned to Yang Qingheng and apologized: "My colleague said something unpleasant. I apologize to you on his behalf."

"It's okay." Yang Qingheng shook his head lightly, not too angry.

In this era, the only people who have access to cars are either factory directors or state officials. A village girl like her may never have access to a car in her lifetime, let alone understand the internal structure of a car. If people can believe her That's the hell.

Tang Bainian glanced at the time and opened the door of the other car: "It's getting late, shall I take you back?"

"Okay." Yang Qingheng nodded, not wanting to get involved in these troublesome matters, he opened the door and climbed into the passenger seat.

Along the way, the woman frowned and stared at the deep dusk outside the window. She was so silent that she seemed to be falling asleep. Tang Bainian couldn't help but look over there frequently.

Not long after, the car finally stopped outside Songjia Village. Yang Qingheng came back to her senses, opened the car door and was about to jump out of the car: "Thank you for today."

"Hey!" Tang Bainian had quick eyes and quick hands and grabbed her wrist.

When he met the woman's gaze, he paused slightly and quickly looked away: "Be careful on the road."

His mind twitched and he added: "Remember to come to the police station to pay back the money."

"Don't worry, I'm not a slut," Yang Qingheng said in a funny voice, waving, "You should also pay attention to safety on the road."

"Ah."

Tang Bainian responded and waited for the woman to disappear at the entrance of the village before driving back.

"Tang Bainian, come here." As soon as he jumped out of the car, his colleague rushed over, his lips tight.

Is this really a problem?

Tang Bainian was shocked: "What's the problem?"

"The idle pump is broken," my colleague said with complicated eyes. "If I hadn't discovered it just now, it would have very likely caused the engine to stall. Logically speaking, this problem would not occur in such a new car..."

Who wants his life?

Tang Bainian looked complicated and realized the seriousness of the problem.

If it hadn't been for that cat just now, if Yang Qingheng hadn't just discovered...

Tang Bainian's back felt cold.

The colleague looked at the direction Yang Qingheng left, thoughtfully: "Do you think it could be the one just now..."

Tang Bainian resolutely said: "Impossible."

Yang Qingheng had not left his sight since she got in the car, so she had no time to do anything. Furthermore, even if she did, would she be able to predict when the cat would jump out from the roadside?

"Don't you think it's weird for a country girl to know this?" The colleague was helpless. Even he just checked it for almost half an hour before he found it out. The girl could tell the fault at a glance?

Unless that was what she did!

Tang Bainian frowned, but did not retort after all. He just said solemnly: "Don't tell the matter to the police station yet. I will discuss it with my uncle when I get back."

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It was already past eight o'clock at night when Yang Qingheng returned home. The yard was quiet, and only a dim light bulb was on in the main room. The man was sitting quietly at the dining table reading a book.

He didn't even notice that she opened the door and walked in.

Yang Qingheng pursed her lips and reminded: "I'm back."

After Song Hengjue heard the voice for a long time, he looked away from the book and nodded lightly to her, as if the things in the book were ten thousand times more important than her wife.

Yang Qingheng pursed her lips and her heart sank. A huge panic enveloped her heart, forcing her to do something quickly to relieve this depressed emotion.

Hesitantly, he reached out and tugged on the man's sleeve: "Song Hengjue, have you cooked? I'm hungry."

Song Hengjue's eyes finally moved from the book to her face, and his tone became more serious: "Yang Qingheng, you don't have any hands yourself? Am I your servant?"

"I...I didn't think so." Yang Qingheng was startled by his suddenly aggravated tone, and later felt aggrieved.

She came so late, but he didn't even care about her. His attitude was even more alienated than a stranger.

She didn't understand, he was so good to her in his previous life, how could he suddenly change after being reborn?

Eagerly grabbing Song Hengjue's sleeve: "Song Hengjue, are you still concerned about what happened in the cellar that day? I can explain it. I really didn't want to see Gu Yi that day, it was Li Jiaoyan..."

"That's enough!" Song Hengjue interrupted her, as if she was talking about an insignificant matter, "Yang Qingheng, I don't care about you and Gu Yi at all. It doesn't matter if you want to be with him. We Get a divorce.”

Yang Qingheng was stunned: "Song Hengjue, what nonsense are you talking about."

Song Hengjue stared into her eyes: "I'm not talking nonsense. After the divorce, apart from the house at home, I can't give it to you. You can take away the tickets and cash. You can take the money and stay and fly with your pretty boy. Let's go back to Qiaoqiao Road." The way back.”

Yang Qingheng's face turned cold, and she almost laughed out loud, her eyes full of mockery: "Song Hengjue, do you think you are particularly generous? What do you think marriage is? You can get married if you want, and if you want to divorce, I have to cooperate with you? Do you Go daydreaming!"

The book fell on the table with a loud bang.

Song Hengjue sneered, stood up and walked out: "Yang Qingheng, think clearly, Li can give you money now, but Li will have nothing in the future."

The man's figure disappeared outside the yard. Yang Qingheng's already bloodless lips turned even more frighteningly white. His vision went dark and he stabbed behind him.

It was late at night when I opened my eyes again.

"You're finally awake!" A voice exclaimed next to her. Sister-in-law Sun strode over and patted her chest with a frightened look on her face. "I just walked in and saw you lying straight on the ground. You couldn't wake up no matter how you screamed. I was scared to death." .”

Yang Qingheng got up with difficulty, looked at the dusty walls around him, came back to his senses, curled his lips at Sister-in-law Sun, and showed a grateful smile: "Sister-in-law, thank you, why did you come to see me? ?"

Sister-in-law Sun was dazzled by her smile and was stunned for a moment.

There are many rumors about Yang Qingheng in the village, and no one likes to talk to her. Even she, a neighbor, has had contact with her for the first time.

Unexpectedly, he was nothing like the arrogant and domineering man who looked down on country people as rumored. Instead, he seemed to be well-educated and easy to get along with.

"That's not a big deal. When I collected the eggs tonight, I found that there were none in the chicken coop. I came to your place to look for them, and sure enough I found them on the firewood pile." She pointed at the round eggs on the table and said kindly.

Yang Qingheng nodded. This kind of thing is very common in the village. You can't tie your own hens in a cage every day.

"What's wrong with you? Do you want to go to the health center?" Sister-in-law Sun looked at the bleeding bandage on her wrist with complicated eyes. She patted the back of her hand seriously and said, "Qingheng, marry a man, marry a man, wear a Clothes and food, I also know the character of this boy from the Song family. I can’t say anything about his character. No matter how good he looks, he’s just a dick. Even eight cows can’t pull him back after he’s made a decision. Why don’t you aggrieve him and have a good relationship with him? Getting by.”

In fact, what Sister-in-law Sun wants to say is that Song Hengjue is a responsible person no matter what, much better than the duplicitous Gu Zhiqing she likes.

Yang Qingheng knew that she had misunderstood, and smiled helplessly: "Sister-in-law, my hand was accidentally scratched by the grass when I was cutting pigweed today. I didn't cut it myself. I don't need to go to the health center. I just came from the town." Back from the hospital."

"That's good, that's good," Sister-in-law Sun breathed a sigh of relief, thought of something, and said politely, "Qingheng, have you eaten?"

Yang Qingheng shook his head.

Sister-in-law Sun exclaimed and looked at her strangely: "I remember seeing that guy Hengjue come back tonight. Why, he didn't..."

When Yang Qingheng heard this, her mind was filled with Song Hengjue's ungrateful and irritating look just now. She had a splitting headache and interrupted her: "Can you please help me cook some noodles?"

"Of course." Sister-in-law Sun knew she had said the wrong thing, so she laughed, strode into the kitchen, and soon brought out a bowl of hot noodles.

Yang Qingheng was so hungry that her stomach ached, and she couldn't care less about her image. She wolfed down the food, which frightened Sister-in-law Sun and kept reminding her, for fear that she would choke.

"Ouch, there's still some in there, eat slowly."

Yang Qingheng choked and turned slightly red: "I made my sister-in-law laugh."

After hesitating for a moment, he went to the room and took out some cream and put it into Sister-in-law Sun's hand: "Sister-in-law, look at my hands, it's not convenient for me to cook. Can I bring rice and noodles over there and eat at your house for a few days?"

Sister-in-law Sun held a box full of cream, feeling flattered.

She had only seen this rare product passed by educated youths from the city. She heard that it cost one piece for a small box, which was more expensive than a pound of pork. Yang Qingheng was really generous.

In my heart, I fell in love with this transparent girl even more, and agreed: "Everyone in the neighborhood, if you have any trouble, just come over tomorrow with rice and noodles."

After dealing with the problem of eating, Yang Qingheng breathed a sigh of relief: "Thank you, sister-in-law."

Sister-in-law Sun laughed loudly and washed the dishes for her enthusiastically before returning with the eggs in her hands.