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

Yang Qingheng didn't think much about it. Anyway, she and Song Hengjue had to take turns keeping vigil at the hospital these days. They couldn't live in the same room together, and they could indeed save a lot of money.

"You Yang Qingheng, you have money to spend on others, but you don't even want to spend money to treat your own father's illness." Gao Xiao'e rushed over in one stride, grabbed Yang Qingheng's arm, and reprimanded loudly.

Yang Qingheng was in pain, Song Hengjue frowned and dragged Gao Xiao'e away: "You hurt her, didn't you see?"

The voice was cold, and the eyes looked like they could be tempered with ice, which was extremely scary.

Gao Xiao'e was startled, and her hair stood on end.

Afterwards, I felt so embarrassed that I bent my knees and sat on the ground, wiping my tears and crying in despair: "It is unreasonable and inhumane. You are bullying me one by one."

The sound of crying was particularly abrupt in the quiet guest house. Passers-by stopped to watch the excitement, and even the people in the room couldn't help but poke their heads out.

Seeing that there was an audience, Gao Xiao'e sang more happily: "Everyone, come and see, this is my white-eyed wolf daughter. Her father is about to die. I asked her to transplant a kidney for her father. She is not willing to live or die. It has been so long." She didn’t even go to the hospital. My family’s money was completely drained. She actually didn’t want to give me a penny and gave all the money to these outsiders..."

The last thing everyone can hear is tragedy, not to mention the fact that there are a few older people inside who also have daughters and sons, who instantly took on their own responsibilities.

She couldn't help but accuse: "My parents have raised you for so many years. You have to pee every time. You have worked so hard. You don't care about your family after you get married. You are simply not a human being."

"That's too much. I don't want to live in a place with such people!"

Everyone started to make a fuss.

The receptionist was a little at a loss when he saw this scene. He couldn't resist the pressure and looked at Yang Qingheng: "We are not the only guest house in this city. How about this lesbian, take your family to another guest house."

Yang Qingheng shook his head and stared down at Gao Xiao'e on the ground, the mockery in his eyes almost overflowing.

"Mom, what are you talking about? My mother-in-law just had an operation today and went to borrow money from all the relatives at home. If you want money now, how can I give it to you? Besides, you weren't the one who got married before. You forced our Hengjue to get you eight hundred yuan, isn’t that enough to treat my dad?”

When everyone heard that it was eight hundred yuan, this old woman and her family were clearly selling their daughter!

Some people were jealous and accused Gao Xiao'e who was on the ground: "You shouldn't do this. You want so many colorful gifts. You don't treat your daughter as a human being at all. You shouldn't do this if you care about her status in your husband's family." matter."

Gao Xiao'e frowned and said confidently: "I'm not afraid that she will be cheated by a man. I will help her hold it. If she has a baby or something, the money will also be spent on her."

When everyone heard this, they agreed that they should indeed save some money for their daughter. If anything happens, they could at least come up with the money.

Yang Qingheng blinked her eyes and said smoothly: "Mom, you don't need to help me save the gift money. Just use it to treat my illness. If there is any left, you can also get some for me. My mother-in-law just said After the surgery, it’s the time when nutrition is needed.”

Song Hengjue made a tacit agreement to finish the attack: "You just said you were saving it for Qingheng, so you can't even fulfill this small request, right?"

Gao Xiao'e's scalp was numb as she accepted everyone's gaze. She stood up and rushed towards Yang Qingheng's face, her face ferocious.

Yang Qingheng was shocked, and his hands stretched out in front of her in just one second.

Song Hengjue looked coldly and pushed Gao Xiao'e away with force: "If you want to take action today, I don't mind sending you to the police station myself."

Gao Xiao'e was angry and bared her teeth and claws.

Song Hengjue restrained her, turned his head and glanced at the front desk: "Is she a guest of your guest house?"

"No." The receptionist was stunned for a moment and shook his head.

The old lady insisted on asking her for a discount just now, but she didn't agree. Originally, the old lady was going to leave immediately, but who knew she would provoke Yang Qingheng and the others, and now things are getting more and more intense.

Song Hengjue frowned: "It's not your customers who are causing trouble here. Why didn't you call the security guards to throw them out? Why didn't you call the police? If you hurt us because of you, can you bear the responsibility?

The front desk got excited and shouted in the distance: "Security, there is trouble here, come here and blast them out."

Gao Xiao'e was dumbfounded now and didn't understand why everyone suddenly spoke for Yang Qingheng.

He gritted his teeth, and when he saw a security guard running over, his face turned pale, he scolded Yang Qingheng a few times, and ran away.

Yang Qingheng glanced at her back coldly, her attitude as cold as a stranger's.

Song Hengjue felt more and more weird, so he took the key and followed Yang Qingheng closely.

"I'll go to the hospital to keep vigil tonight. I'll replace you tomorrow morning." Yang Qingheng opened the door and entered the bathroom with clothes.

The water supply in the hospital became smaller as time went by, and sometimes the water was cut off, so she planned to wash up here first before going back, so as not to compete with people in the same ward for the bathroom.

After not hearing Song Hengjue's answer for a long time, she turned around and saw the man's lips were white and his face was weak, as if he was suppressing great pain.

Yang Qingheng was startled and rushed over to help him: "What's wrong with you?"

"It hurts." Song Hengjue's voice was so weak that he seemed about to faint in the next second.

Yang Qingheng was so anxious that she helped him sit down on the bed, shook the thermos and poured him a glass of water: "Song Hengjue, do you have a stomachache?"

Song Hengjue's collar was soaked with sweat, and he lay on the bed with his lips pursed.

Yang Qingheng didn't know whether she was more angry or anxious now, so she took hot water and put it into his mouth with a skillful movement, as if she had done it thousands of times.

He almost got stomach cancer in his last life, but he's still like this in this life. He doesn't eat even if he's given food. He deserves it!

This is the consequence of messing with a vixen!

Thinking of the bento he had carefully made that he had thrown into the trash can, Yang Qingheng wished he could just throw him here.

"Go, go to the hospital!"

She kicked him in the calf.

Song Hengjue groaned, and his eyes suddenly regained clarity. He grabbed Yang Qingheng's wrist and stared into hers with his dark eyes: "Why do you think I have a stomachache?"

Obviously he didn't do anything just now, why did Yang Qingheng think he had a stomachache, and why did her actions always give him a sense of disobedience.

How did the nineteen-year-old Yang Qingheng know about the antique vase, and why did she suddenly make a fuss and refused to divorce him.

The answer in my heart is ready to come out.

Yang Qingheng frowned, feeling that he was simply baffled: "With your habit of skipping breakfast every day, what else can cause pain besides stomachache? Get up and go to the hospital!"

Song Hengjue was dissatisfied with her answer and grabbed her wrist tightly.

Yang Qingheng was upset and pulled him hard.

"Ah!" The bed leg tripped, and she stumbled and fell towards Song Hengjue.

The door slammed open.

Li Qiqi looked at the two people hugging each other on the bed, paused in her steps, and her face instantly turned red.

He quickly turned around and said, "I didn't do it on purpose, I just saw that your door was open..."

Yang Qingheng was annoyed, pushed Song Hengjue away, and stood up: "It's okay, we just tripped. If you have anything, just tell me."

Li Qiaoqiao blushed, not daring to look into the room, and said hesitantly.