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

"Brother Jianguo is mighty. I've long disliked that pretty boy. He was involved with Li Jiaoyan before, and now he can't settle down even after getting married."

"Hehe, I think he just can't bear the taste of Li Jiaoyan. A few days ago, I saw a piece of corn crushed in the field. The village chief searched for someone in the village. Maybe it was the shameless Song Hengjue who was in love with Li Jiaoyan. "

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There is no handle on the door of these men's mouths. They dare to say any nonsense out of their mouths, and the more they speak, the more they go too far.

Yang Qingheng felt an unknown fire in his heart, and turned around: "Your mother gave you a long mouth just to spread rumors? You are a bitch who didn't pour clean amniotic fluid in your head."

Several people were stunned for a moment after being scolded, and they saw clearly who the person in front of them was, and their faces looked innocent for a while.

Song Jianguo had never been scolded like this when he was so old, let alone a woman. He felt humiliated and retorted: "What does it mean for a man to talk to you as a woman? You have such a dirty mouth. Believe it or not, I will slap you!"

Pretend to raise your fist.

Yang Qingheng's eyes rolled around, but she was not afraid of him. When her eyes turned red, she shouted at the top of her lungs: "Help, we're beating someone. I saw Song Jianguo rolling around with someone, and I said I wanted to tell my sister-in-law." , he’s going to hit me, it’s unreasonable...”

At this time, everyone was still in the mood to watch a movie. They gathered around to watch the excitement and pointed at Song Jianguo.

If you mess around with men and women, you will be criticized!

Song Jianguo's face was livid, mixed with a bit of panic. He grabbed Yang Qingheng's collar and became angry: "You bitch, what are you talking about? You didn't know you saw me messing around."

Yang Qingheng pointed at her nose with an innocent face: "I saw it with both eyes."

Song Jianguo choked and didn't know how to explain it for a moment. He kept swearing to everyone that he was a clean, self-loving man with a family, and would never do such a thing.

Yang Qingheng almost laughed out loud in his heart. He didn't just love to spread rumors, let him have a taste of this!

But on his face, there was a look of loyalty that was not afraid of power in order to let my sister-in-law know the truth: "Song Jianguo, if you didn't do anything, how could you be afraid that I would tell my sister-in-law? If you were innocent, why are you in such a panic now?"

Everyone nodded and was led directly into the ditch by her.

"Yes, Song Jianguo, if you haven't sorry for your sister-in-law, what are you afraid of?"

"In such a panic, he must have done something. I don't know who he was with. I saw him walking frequently at the educated youth spot a few days ago. He couldn't be with some educated youth, right?"

"I guess that's..."

After everyone's analysis, even if it was a lie, they would tell it to be the truth. Song Jianguo was so angry that his heart, liver and lungs ached.

Looking at Yang Qingheng's proud face, he punched him with his fist.

"I'll beat you to death, you blasphemous bastard!"

Yang Qingheng rolled to the side with a start. Before she could catch her breath, a scream came from behind, followed by the sound of fists hitting the flesh.

The scene was in an uproar, and everyone rushed forward.

"Hengjue, calm down, you don't want to hit anyone."

"Just two punches, don't beat the person to death, you will go to jail."

Song Hengjue's eyes were red, and his furious look showed no sense at all. Several people rushed forward but could not stop his brute force.

Yang Qingheng was shocked when she saw Song Jianguo being beaten so hard by Song Hengjue that he couldn't get up. She rolled over and rushed over to hug his arm: "Okay, okay."

Song Hengjue felt as if he had just woken up from a dream, his chest heaving violently, his anger still lingering, but he finally stopped shaking his fist.

"The village chief is here." There was an exclamation, and a passage squeezed out around him. The village chief rushed over fiercely. When he saw the scene, his eyes darkened and he shouted loudly.

"Bullshit!"

When Song Jianguo saw the village chief, he hugged his legs and cried bitterly as if he had seen a savior.

"Village Chief, you must make the decision for me. Song Hengjue is like a mad dog. He rushed over and beat me like this. I want to call the police and I want him to go to jail."

Yang Qingheng snorted coldly, put her hands on her hips and said loudly: "Village Chief, I also want to redress the grievance. It was Song Jianguo who beat me first. My Hengjue acted in self-defense. I also want to call the police and accuse him of beating me."

The village chief's forehead twitched twice: "Shut up, today's matter ends here. The leader will come to inspect after a while. If you let me know who told today's matter to others, don't blame me for being rude."

Song Jianguo couldn't believe it: "Forget it, I was raped by Song Hengjue..."

"You made the first move, and you still want to confront him at the police station?" the village chief said coldly.

Song Jianguo felt aggrieved and glared at Song Hengjue viciously, saying, "What a shame, Song Hengjue, just wait for me..."

Yang Qingheng was furious and was about to rush forward with fists in his hands, but Song Hengjue grabbed his collar and pulled him back: "You don't want your claws anymore?"

Yang Qingheng was stunned and subconsciously put his hands behind his back.

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That woman would actually defend his Brother Heng? The sun really came out in the west.

Erniu looked at the backs of the two people leaving, and was so shocked that he couldn't recover. He pinched his thigh hard and sucked in a breath of pain.

After gesturing Yang Qingheng's arms and legs and looking at Song Jianguo's large muscles, Erniu felt a little complicated for no reason.

Yang Qingheng looked at the silent man in front of him, pursed her lips, and felt unusually depressed: "If you want to laugh, just laugh. I know I'm funny."

Song Hengjue was confused and turned around: "Why am I laughing at you?"

Isn't it funny to cut your hand while cutting pigweed?

Yang Qingheng murmured in her heart. She was ready to be laughed at by men for the rest of her life. However, she didn't expect him to react like this. She silently swallowed what she was about to say: "It's nothing."

"Nervous," Song Hengjue glanced at her lightly, pulled out a chair and sat down, grabbed her arm and pulled her to him, "open it, let me take a look at the wound."

The palm of the man's hair was surprisingly hot. Yang Qingheng swallowed and sat down following the force.

Song Hengjue didn't say anything. He opened the bandage in circles, his eyebrows lowered, not knowing what he was thinking.

Yang Qingheng quickly comforted: "I went to the hospital and had it bandaged. It doesn't hurt anymore. Don't worry."

"I cut my hand and hit someone, why aren't you stupid to death?" Song Hengjue looked at the wound that was oozing blood, and was so angry that he was speechless, but the hand that applied the medicine was light, for fear that she would cry out in pain.

Yang Qingheng became angry when he mentioned this, and he suddenly retracted his hand, saying angrily: "Ah, yes, yes, it hurts me to death. Someone said the night before yesterday that I had no hands to cook and deserved no food, saying that I was treating him like a fool. Nanny, oh, she also said she wanted a divorce, who is smarter than you..."

Song Hengjue was speechless and picked up the bandages and medicine and put them back in the room.

After being silent for a long time, he squatted down and looked at her level, trying to reason with her: "Yang Qingheng, think about it carefully. Look, you don't like me, and I don't like you either. Isn't it good for us to get divorced? You can keep the money." , find a man you like...who is responsible."

Yang Qingheng was about to say "How could I not like you", but Song Hengjue's "I don't like you either" was stuck in her throat. She widened her eyes in disbelief and kicked him hard in anger: "You don't If you like me, why would you marry me?"

Song Hengjue was silent and repeated those words: "Think about it carefully."

Yang Qingheng was fed up with his lack of energy and slapped him on the head: "Get out!"

Song Hengjue felt relieved, stood up and strode out.

"Hiss, it's bleeding!"