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

Tang Bainian curled his lips in satisfaction, glanced out the window, and looked at the man outside through the gap.

The train whined and moved forward. Song Hengjue's hair was all messed up as he ran. He fell down somewhere and his knees were covered with dust. He could only watch the train move forward.

Tang Bainian's proud look made his teeth itch.

The train was finally out of sight. He grabbed a handful of his unkempt hair and squatted on the ground dejectedly. If it weren't for his outstanding face, he would have looked like a beggar.

Xu Lan rushed over from behind in a furious manner, not even seeing the back of the train. He was so angry that he pointed at Song Hengjue's nose and yelled: "You can't even stop anyone. Song Hengjue, your father is a complete loser!"

"Don't think that I don't know what you are planning." Song Hengjue stood up and sneered.

Xu Lan was exposed and stopped pretending. He crossed his arms on his chest and looked coldly. The words he said made him want to turn into an ice pick and stab him in the heart: "So what if she sees it? You have to know that you are in her heart." , It’s just my ex! Husband! Brother! But! Already!”

"That's really your idea!" Song Hengjue's mind went blank for a moment. This world is really ridiculous and terrifying.

…………

Five years later, there was a full moon banquet for the parents and grandson of Ming Dynasty in the capital.

As soon as Yang Qingheng stepped into the door with her skirt in hand, several women in the corner came to greet her enthusiastically with wine glasses in their hands.

"I thought, Boss Yang, you are so busy that you won't have time to come today. I just told them that I haven't seen you for a long time." Mrs. Zhao chuckled and put her arm on Yang Qingheng's arm affectionately. The smile on her face was even brighter than the wine in the glass. Three points sweeter.

"We haven't seen you for a while. Boss Yang is getting more and more handsome. I really wish I was a young man and could chase you." Mrs. Li next to her covered her mouth and smiled.

"Mrs. Zhao, what you said made me blush. I don't dare to think about it." Yang Qingheng waved to the waiter, took a glass of red wine from the tray in his hand, and nodded to him.

"Thank you."

The smile on his face is genuine and makes people feel comfortable all over. But only those who are closer can see that Yang Qingheng's smile does not reach the eyes and is just a joke.

Even if the ladies could see it, they didn't dare to have any objections.

A few people knew very well that no one in this scene was just taking advantage of the situation. As for why they were fawning over Yang Qingheng, it was just that they either happened to be cooperating with her or wanted to cooperate with her.

After all, Yang Qingheng's development in the Beijing business district has been rapid in the past two years, and with the support of Tang Bainian, a rising political star, he can only make a profit without losing money by cooperating with her.

"I think you don't dare to think, but you are too lazy to think about who here can compare to the one in your family." Mrs. Zhao joked.

Yang Qingheng smiled and said nothing.

Mrs. Li noticed that she was not answering and quickly laughed to help Mrs. Zhao get out of the situation: "I heard that the Ming family is expecting a grandson this time. The old man is very happy. This full moon banquet cost a lot of money. The wine was flown back from an overseas manor. I think it’s pretty good, Qingheng, you should try it too.”

"It's really good." Yang Qingheng took a sip and nodded lightly, looking around Mrs. Zhao to the opposite side, thinking of some reason to send these people away.

She came to this banquet today for business purposes, and she didn't really want to talk to them about unproductive topics.

Just as he was about to speak, a magnetic male voice came from behind: "Qingheng, you are here, I just have something to ask you."

Mingyu came over with a wine glass in hand, greeted several ladies and then gave Yang Qingheng a friendly smile.

Yang Qingheng's shoulders relaxed slightly: "What's the matter? Let's go."

Mingyu is the host, and today's full moon banquet is his biological son. Several wives sent their blessings one after another.

Finally out of the sight of the ladies, the smile on Yang Qingheng's face faded a little, but it looked more real.

"If you don't entertain the guests, what do you want to do with me?"

Mingyu took her wine glass and put it on the table. He poured her a glass of warm water on the table next to him: "You should drink less. When you get drunk, Bainian will settle the score with me again."

"He's not that kind of person." Yang Qingheng said funny.

Of course he is gentle, polite and considerate in front of you.

Mingyu clicked his tongue twice in his heart, and then said: "A few people came to Haicheng last month. You are in need of an investment recently. I think there are two good ones. I have a chance today. Let's get to know each other."

"It's hard for your son to still think about me at the full moon party." Yang Qingheng was not polite to him, put down the cup and followed him to the living room upstairs.

The door was ajar, and Yang Qingheng faintly heard a familiar voice before he entered. He shook his head helplessly, thinking that he was hallucinating.

Song Hengjue didn't wait well in Haicheng, so why did he come here?

However, when the door opened and the two people looked at each other, Yang Qingheng was still stunned for a second, and then he opened the corners of his mouth, and the curvature of the corners of his mouth was as perfect as if measured with a ruler.

Mingyu enthusiastically pulled Yang Qingheng up and didn't notice her losing her composure for a second. He introduced to several people: "This is the boss Yang Qingheng I introduced to you, the founder of the Qingyang bag brand."

He introduced a few more people to Yang Qingheng: "This is Li Tongji, the boss of Haicheng Iron and Steel Company, this is Gu Wenhao, the boss of Haicheng Leather Factory, and this is Song Hengjue, the boss of Boxiang Company."

When Song Hengjue was introduced, he paused obviously. Even he himself couldn't figure out why this person who had developed so well in Haicheng suddenly fell in love with their market in the capital city.

"Boss Li, old boss..." Yang Qingheng shook hands with the two of them one by one. When it was Song Hengjue's turn, her tone remained unchanged, "Hello, Boss Song."

Song Hengjue stretched out his hand, but she took it back, leaving only one of his hands in the air.

The man took it back with a dry cough.

Mingyu's eyes glanced back and forth between the two of them, and he also realized that something was wrong with the atmosphere: "You... know each other?"

Song Hengjue opened his mouth. Ever since Yang Qingheng came in, his eyes had not moved away from her face for a second.

"recognize……"

Yang Qingheng interrupted: "How do I know Boss Song? Mingyu, you are really joking." He joked with a smile on his face, as if he was a stranger he had just met.

He raised the wine glass in his hand and said, "It's fate that we meet each other. Here's a toast to all the bosses."

Several people came to support him one after another, they were all good people, and they started talking about all kinds of good things.

Yang Qingheng stayed inside for a full two hours before returning to the outfield.

When the ladies saw her finally coming out, they felt happy and came over with wine glasses in their hands: "Boss Yang."

For some reason, Song Hengjue also stood up and came out, holding a wine glass and walking through the banquet hall, obviously looking for her.

Yang Qingheng hid behind a bonsai, looking straight over there.

Mrs. Li's eyes flashed: "Do you know Boss Yang?"

"Well, the new guy from Haicheng is a bit interesting." Yang Qingheng said perfunctorily, then picked up a glass of wine and put it in his mouth.

Song Hengjue finally noticed the people here and strode towards them. Yang Qingheng said coldly to the two ladies, put down the cup and went out directly, planning to go back and call Mingyu again.

Fang Nan, who had witnessed everything from a distance, almost laughed out loud. When he saw a few people dispersed, he quickly went up to Song Hengjue and put his arms around Song Hengjue's shoulders: "Hey, I suddenly saw my ex-wife. Brother ex-husband, how do you feel? Let me tell you."