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

Chapter 202 You are Mr. Yang’s mistress

"Mom, you've all eaten enough. I'll go to the kitchen and cut some fruit to eat." Yang Qingheng felt like her butt was burning, she made an excuse and ran towards the kitchen.

Otherwise, she is really afraid that she will betray herself.

Tang Bainian looked at her fleeing back, his eyes flashed, he stood up and chased after her.

The fruits at home were all picked by Mu Huihe and Dad Tang from a friend's orchard when she had nothing to do during this period. They were fresh, pollution-free, and tasted good. There were also some gift boxes given by other friends and relatives.

Yang Qingheng picked some large strawberries and apples, washed them and cut them.

"Were you looking for Song Hengjue last night?" Tang Bainian stretched out his hand to see that her fingers were red from the cold. He reached out to take the knife and peeled off the apple with his hands and feet.

It seemed like a casual question, without even looking at Yang Qingheng. In fact, the anger in his heart had reached the extreme, especially when Yang Qingheng hesitated to say "yes".

Tang Bainian took a deep breath, put down the knife in his hand, and calmed down before speaking: "He treated you like this before, are you still willing to forgive him? It doesn't look like your style. Did he force you?"

The round nails were stuck in the palm of his hand, and the veins on the back of his hand were bulging. Only Tang Bainian himself knew how much he hoped that Yang Qingheng would deny her forgiveness to Song Hengjue. At least he could still lie to himself.

It's a pity that Yang Qingheng has never been a sloppy character. She sighed in an appointed tone: "It's hard to explain feelings. You'll find out when you find a girl you like in the future."

In fact, even she herself couldn't tell how much of this compromise was for feelings and how much was for Song Hengjue's face and body.

Yang Qingheng subconsciously did not want to admit that she was a person without principles in front of Song Hengjue's beauty, so she subconsciously explained this to Tang Bainian.

When Tang Bainian heard that she was really so sure, the veins on his forehead jumped and his temples hurt.

"You don't have to worry that the matter between me and Song Hengjue will affect you," Yang Qingheng saw that his face was not so good, thinking that he was afraid that the matter between her and Song Hengjue would affect his career, so he quickly explained, "When the matter of your promotion is over, Let’s get divorced and I will never hurt you.”

But he didn't expect that hearing such words in Tang Bainian's ears was like pricking two more holes in his already riddled heart. It stimulated the ends of his eyes to turn red and the darkness in his heart grew wantonly.

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"Okay, stop being so pretty." Fang Nan said speechlessly as he saw Song Hengjue holding a mirror, his eyes hurting from the shaking.

When it comes to saying that he used to work under Song Hengjue, he still had some leeway, but now he is as poisonous as drinking pesticide. He sprays Song Hengjue when he catches him, wishing he could take revenge for all the anger he suffered before.

Song Hengjue was in a good mood today, with a smile in the corner of his eyes. He was too lazy to argue with him. He glanced at him with a bit of disdain: "What do you know about lovers' affairs, a single guy?"

If that woman sees him dressing up well, she will be gentler when scolding him.

Fang Nan was stabbed in the heart and said angrily: "Bah, no matter how nice you dress up, you will still have to wear a mask later. What can you see? We are still a couple. You clearly show your position. You are Mr. Yang's mistress." , our Mr. Yang has dozens if not dozens of Israeli servants like you!”

If Song Hengjue cares about anything, stab him in the heart.

So what Yang Qingheng saw when he opened the car door was two black faces. The two brothers were gnashing their teeth and not caring about the other.

"Hey, you are so old, you can still make a quarrel," she teased, bending down to come in, and told Fang Nan in front of her, "Fang Nan, drive."

It's okay that she didn't mention it, but the more she talked about it, the more aggrieved Song Hengjue became.

"Song Hengjue, you have long legs on your butt, don't you? Sit tight for me!" Feeling the man's body getting closer, Yang Qingheng laughed angrily.

When we got in the car, we were still half a meter away. Now, after only a few minutes, the man moved this way while observing her deep expression. His elbows were almost touching her waist. Where could he read the documents? thought.

Song Hengjue simply stopped pretending and put his arms around her waist shamelessly: "You know how to work all day long, and you have to be busy even when you go out. Can you stop being busy?"

"How can I take care of you if I'm not busy, huh?" Yang Qingheng laughed, her soft fingertips digging into the top of her prickly hair.

Song Hengjue didn't expect that she would respond like this. He was stunned for a second, and the blood all over his body rushed to the top of his head, and his tongue was tied: "I... I am very well-fed, I will eat whatever you eat, and I don't choose where to sleep." , I will be where you are..." Just stop being busy, okay.

Before the second half of the sentence was uttered, the car slowly stopped outside a building.

Yang Qingheng's fair and cool fingertips circled his ear and squeezed it in a comforting manner, funny: "You can live a hard life, but I won't live a hard life with you, stupid."

After saying that, he opened the door and got out of the car, regardless of whether he followed or not.

Song Hengjue's face turned red. After realizing it, he touched his ears, his Adam's apple rolled, and he felt secretly annoyed.

Just tease him and run away, as if he can't control it easily.

Fang Nan looked at the man in the back seat looking at Yang Qingheng's back with a longing expression on his face. His face looked ugly as if he was stuffed with dog food just to watch the fun, and he said in a strange way: "I'm very well-raised and I don't know. Who is it? Now you have to choose a brand when drinking, tsk tsk tsk, it’s easy to maintain~"

While I was looking at Yang Qingheng, I forgot that there was another idiot in the car.

Song Hengjue's face suddenly turned cold and he sneered: "Shut your mouth and no one will treat you as a mute. You know you are single and you have the nerve to bark. You are not ashamed."

He pushed open the door and got out of the car to chase Yang Qingheng. He didn't forget to turn around and challenge him: "Park your car, parking boy."

Fang Nan was left furious and wished he could call Yang Qingheng back to see Song Hengjue like this.

Yang Qingheng handed over the invitation letter and found an inconspicuous place in the corner to sit down.

A shadow fell next to her, and when she smelled the familiar rosin on Song Hengjue's body, she patted the chair next to her without thinking, "Why are you here so slowly."

"That idiot Fang Nan insisted on making me talk." Song Hengjue mercilessly threw the blame on Fang Nan.

Yang Qingheng said "hmm" and fixed his gaze on the stage without speaking.

Her target today is a piece of land in Xicheng District.

The scale of the company's production is growing day by day, and the old factory is no longer enough. She urgently needs to build a new factory to take away the pressure from the original factory.

The land in Xicheng District was close to the original factory and had convenient transportation. It seemed to be in line with her expectations. She came here today to try her luck and buy it if the price was right.

The first few auctions were all ancient paintings, but Yang Qingheng was not interested. He glanced at them from time to time, his expression looking very bored.

Suddenly, a pink diamond necklace came up on the stage. It looked like a crown, and the light refracted from the whole body could dazzle people's eyes.

It was so beautiful that even Yang Qingheng, who was not usually interested in jewelry, couldn't help but take a second look.

"The pink crystal crown is in the hands of a lady from a Western European royal family..." The person on the stage introduced it passionately, coaxing all the women in the audience into a daze, and even the rich ones began to be tempted.

Those who have no money can't help but show longing eyes many times.

"The starting price is one hundred thousand!"

As soon as he finished speaking, a group of bewitched women began to increase their prices, and a few male voices mixed in from time to time.

Within a few minutes, the price was increased to more than 200,000 yuan, and the atmosphere at the scene was so lively that people became excited.

Yang Qingheng didn't think much about this, and turned around to say something to Song Hengjue, but saw the man staring closely at the crown on the stage, with longing eyes in his eyes, and holding the sign with his big knuckled hands and starting to lift it up.