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

Yang Qingheng personally escorted him out of the hospital before carrying the thermos bucket inside.

The food cooked in the hospital cafeteria was low in oil and salt, and was expensive. Yao Ying became disinclined to eat it after a few days, chewing it for a long time and unable to swallow a single morsel.

There was nothing I could do against her, so I rented a kitchen outside for the past two days to stew some chicken soup.

However, half of my good mood was ruined before I even entered the ward with the chicken soup.

Yang Qingheng looked at the man in front of him calmly: "A good dog doesn't block the road."

Since Yao Ying entered the hospital, this woman's temper has become worse day by day. Song Hengjue was almost numb from being scolded. Now he didn't feel anything at all. He said angrily: "Let's talk."

"Ex-husband, what else can we talk about besides divorce?" Yang Qingheng didn't give him any face.

Song Hengjue couldn't help but tremble when he heard the words "brother ex-husband". He felt that he was not used to it.

"I have something to do tomorrow. Please check on Mom in the hospital. I will come back later to bring you food."

Yang Qingheng was always easy to talk to when meeting Yao Ying. Song Hengjue thought it would be the same today. Unexpectedly, the woman refused this time: "No, I have something to do tomorrow. I have to go out. You can watch in the hospital."

She had made an appointment with Mr. Xu, but now she had to change the time and couldn't find him. If she ignored him for the first time when she met him, how bad would other people's impression of her be.

In this era, the technology was in the hands of the country's big manufacturers. They could bypass the country and produce fans, and the quality was so good. She wanted to see who this person was.

Song Hengjue thought she was deliberately making trouble, and his face looked a little bad, but he still said patiently: "Yang Qingheng, I really have important things."

so nervous?

Yang Qingheng raised her eyebrows and raised her chin: "If you want me to agree, that's fine. Just beg me."

"Yang Qingheng, don't go too far!" Song Hengjue gritted his teeth.

"Don't beg? Forget it." Yang Qingheng turned around and opened the door.

Song Hengjue took a deep breath and closed his eyes suddenly: "Please, please, please, okay."

Yang Qingheng burst into laughter.

"Mom said she wants to eat red date porridge from a state-owned restaurant tomorrow. I'll buy it tomorrow morning. Remember to heat it up for her when the time comes." Song Hengjue chased her through the door.

Yang Qingheng ignored it and went straight to Yao Ying's bedside as soon as he entered the door: "Mom, the chicken soup is ready. Do you want to drink it now or drink it when you are hungry at night?"

As soon as he opened the lid, he smelled a rich and delicious aroma. Yao Ying's stomach was already filled with hunger, and she couldn't wait to take the bowl: "I'll drink some now."

The old man finally had an appetite. Yang Qingheng was happy from the bottom of her heart and quickly poured a large bowl for her: "Tang, drink slowly."

Then he pretended to say casually: "Mom, I have to go out for something tomorrow. How about you and Hengjue stay here? I will bring you delicious food in the evening."

"If you have something to do, just go and do it. I'm an old woman. What can I do if I stay in the hospital?" Yao Ying only had chicken soup in her heart. She agreed to whatever she said.

When Song Hengjue heard this, his eyebrows jumped, he pinched her arm and warned in a low voice: "I begged you."

"I said think about it, and I agreed?" Yang Qingheng sneered and pulled back his wrist.

Song Hengjue's expression changed.

Yang Qingheng didn't bother to care about his expression, and hugged Yao Ying's arm tenderly: "Mom, Hengjue said that he would go to the state-owned restaurant to buy you red date porridge tomorrow. You can eat more then, and I will ask him to supervise you."

"You are the only one with many things to do." Yao Ying waved her hand.

Song Hengjue watched her mother-in-law and daughter-in-law singing along, feeling angry and frustrated.

When Yao Ying finally fell asleep, she grabbed Yang Qingheng's arm, reached the stairs, threw her hand away, and shouted angrily: "Yang Qingheng, are you having fun playing with me?"

Yang Qingheng loosened his painful wrist: "Why are you so angry?"

Song Hengjue was speechless and suppressed his anger: "Yang Qingheng, I'm not kidding you."

"I'm not kidding. I have something important to do later. It's very important. So no matter how you arrange it, I can't stay here. Besides," Yang Qingheng said every word in a serious tone, "since we are about to get divorced. , why should I ask Bonnie to take care of your mother? Song Hengjue, am I a servant hired by your family?"

Song Hengjue was stunned for a moment, and a feeling of familiarity came over him.

An idea flashed through his mind, and he suddenly remembered that Yang Qingheng had said the same thing before when he cut his hand and asked him why he didn't cook.

This woman really holds a grudge!

He was angry and funny: "Yang Qingheng, you have to find a better excuse when you lie. Besides dating Tang Bainian, what else do you have to do?"

She had known that Song Hengjue despised her from the bottom of his heart, but when he heard him say this with his own ears, Yang Qingheng was still so angry that his mind went blank.

If it weren't for the hospital, she would have given him some color.

"Yes, Bai Nian will pick me up tomorrow to go out to play. Of course I have to make time." Yang Qingheng smiled slightly, with a peach-like face, deliberately pretending to be in love.

Song Hengjue was so angry that his eyesight went dark.

Suddenly a nurse's exclamation came from behind.

Yang Qingheng raised her eyes and was shocked. The man actually fainted because of her anger, and she quickly reached out her hand to help him.

Song Hengjue only recovered for a moment, but when he saw her, his face turned pale again.

Yang Qingheng touched her nose, feeling a little guilty, and murmured in a low voice: "A grown man is so angry that he fainted after just a few words. Are you embarrassed?"

Seeing the man roll his eyes, the nurse was startled and glared at Yang Qingheng: "Okay, you should stop saying a few words."

I have never seen such a tough woman, her words are like cutting with a knife, every move is accurate.

Yang Qingheng curled her lips and watched the nurse enter the consulting room. When she looked at the time, she was surprised that it was past nine o'clock. She felt excited and quickly ran out with her bag.

Fortunately, I saw a bus just after leaving the hospital, and it arrived half an hour earlier than the agreed time.

The person who opened the door was Mr. Xu. He was shocked when he saw her at first sight: "Why are you here so early?"

"After all, we are talking about cooperation. It's better to be earlier than later." Yang Qingheng laughed.

hospital.

Song Hengjue watched the time pass little by little, his eyes frequently looking out the window.

"Okay, if anything happens to you, hurry up. I won't die if I'm short of people here for a day." The spoon was almost hit in the nose several times. Yao Ying grabbed the spoon and almost wrote it on his face. A capital word "go".

Song Hengjue hesitated for a few seconds: "Is it really possible? I'll call a nurse to accompany you."

Feeling relieved, I strode out, and soon went to the front desk to explain.