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

Song Hengjue watched her clumsily walk into the room. It was 30 degrees Celsius, but she was shivering from the cold even though she was wrapped in a quilt.

If your face looks small, you must have not eaten well, and your hair has not been taken care of properly. It is dull and tangled.

All the speculations are not as shocking as the moment of seeing it with your own eyes.

He opened his mouth, his throat seemed to be mute due to poison, but he couldn't utter a single syllable despite the words he was full of.

Seeing her trembling as she got out of bed and groped for the quilt on the cabinet, he hesitantly reached out and hugged her shoulders, the spine of her back stuck to his chest. In just a week, he had nurtured her through hard work. There is only a skeleton of meat left.

Song Hengjue wanted to cry, cry loudly regardless of image, but he couldn't.

She was sad enough, and he couldn't bring it to her.

"Meng Xu?" Yang Qingheng knew it was impossible, but she would rather have this answer.

"It's me." Song Hengjue was careful.

"What are you doing here?" Yang Qingheng's face turned cold, and his voice was as indifferent as if he were a stranger in front of him. Then he laughed out loud, as if to show off, "Have you seen my boyfriend? The one just now, isn't he? Much gentler than you..."

"Yang Qingheng, I don't believe it." Song Hengjue covered her mouth. Her words would not make him angry, but would only make him regretful and want to kill herself.

In his previous life, he had obviously found himself outside the yard, so why didn't he come and confirm? She was right, he must be the biggest idiot in the world.

Yang Qingheng frowned and struggled hard.

Song Hengjue knew that she was going to curse again and wanted to piss him off like before. She was very sharp and could always piss him off.

He hugged her hard, as if holding the last life-saving straw, almost begging: "I'm going to die, please, take me in for once? Be gentle to me for once, okay."

"You idiot, what the hell are you talking about? That stupid mouth of yours should be mute!" Yang Qingheng couldn't bear to hear him say the word "death". She used her fists and feet together, bared her teeth and claws, wishing to stuff the words he just said back into his throat.

Song Hengjue would never let her go again: "Really, I have terminal gastric cancer, please take me in. Please, take pity on me once, just once in this life."

"Idiot, you idiot." Yang Qingheng wanted to beat him to death, she cried at the top of her lungs.

Song Hengjue seemed to be pushed into the pool alive. He was suffocated, sad, and at a loss. He wiped her tears over and over again: "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I was wrong..."

When Meng Xu came over the next day, the two of them were sunbathing in the yard. Yang Qingheng had a rare smile on his face, grabbing the hem of Song Hengjue's clothes and mumbling something.

Song Hengjue was not good at chatting, but he didn't let a word fall to the ground. He answered every sentence seriously and took care of her hair carefully.

When I saw him, I took the initiative to say hello with a smile: "Doctor Meng."

"Hello, hello." Meng Xu was sincerely happy for Yang Qingheng. He explained Yang Qingheng's situation to him and asked him to pay attention to his diet.

"I've written it all down." Song Hengjue nodded and was stunned when he saw the white hair on the comb.

Yang Qingheng was surprised: "What's wrong?"

Song Hengjue's smile was uglier than crying, and he wanted to make her happy: "No, I'm thinking about what to make you tonight. Do you have anything you want to eat? Is it good to eat fish? You like it."

"Ah."

"Song Hengjue, do you feel bored if you do this every day? Do you want to go out for a walk?"

Song Hengjue put the pink hairband into her hair, admired it for a while with satisfaction, and then shook her head: "Do you want to go out? I heard that the roses are in bloom on the South Ring Road. I will take you to smell it. You can also buy some on the roadside when you come back. My favorite sweet-scented osmanthus cake.”

"I don't seem to know what you like to eat," Yang Qingheng said blankly, turning back and grabbing his hand, "Song Hengjue, we have been married for so many years, do you regret it?"

She never loved him properly.

Unfortunately, it was too late.

"Never," Song Hengjue held her extended finger with his backhand and put it on his face, "I have always been happy, and I am very happy now."

He was really satisfied that he could still have the opportunity to make up for the regret of not accompanying her to the end in his previous life.

笨。

Yang Qingheng put her hand on the corner of his lips and felt his hot breath.

"like you."

Song Hengjue suddenly raised his head. He couldn't remember what Rose was, so he just hugged her into his arms.

"Mom, why are daddy crying?" Yang Jinle looked worriedly at Song Hengjue's face, carefully wiping his tears, but couldn't wipe them all, and his eyes turned red with anxiety.

Yang Qingheng carried her to the bed and patted Song Hengjue's back comfortingly: "Dad just had a nightmare."

After saying this, Yang Jinle lost his previous concern and put his hands on his hips with a look of disdain on his face, just like Song Hengjue's usual disgusted expression: "Hey, you are afraid of nightmares at such an old age, you are a coward."

Yang Qingheng was speechless for a moment, not knowing how to explain to her that her father had just grown up, not become a superman.

He waved his hand: "Okay, okay, let's go out and play."

Yang Jinle didn't know whose bad temper he followed, but he put his little hand behind his back and rushed out.

She is not a little brat who will cause trouble.

Yang Qingheng saw that Song Hengjue was wiping more and more tears and still couldn't wake up, so he became anxious: "Song Hengjue, don't sleep, wake up."

"Hey, the company wants you to go back for a meeting."

Seeing that all these tricks were useless, he gritted his teeth and used his special skill: "Your daughter got into a fight with someone again."

"Who? Who?" The man who had been crying just now jumped up like a carp on reflex and stared blankly around him.

"I didn't fight today. To be honest, I just saw you having a nightmare and wiped your tears. It was so considerate." Yang Qingheng put her chin on his shoulder. It was funny. "Where did the dream go? I couldn't wake you up no matter how I screamed. Jin Ledu was frightened."

Song Hengjue stared closely at Yang Qingheng in front of him, making sure that her face was rosy and not sick in the slightest. He couldn't hold back his tears. He collapsed and buried himself in her arms: "Honey, even if you beat me to death, I won't leave you. Don't leave me." .”

"I promise you, I promise you," Yang Qingheng was speechless, "As you get older, people become more and more beautiful, but you become more and more crying."

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