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

Chapter 302 Engagement canceled

There was a sound of melon seeds clicking in the middle of the night, and several round heads squeezed together and clicked their tongues.

Fang Nan had just returned from the barbecue stall with a skewer of barbecue in his mouth. A car passed by at high speed, bringing up a cloud of dust that choked him so much that he almost coughed out while holding his neck and lungs, and jumped at the top of his lungs.

"You're rushing to reincarnate, right? You're driving so fast in the middle of the night! Do you know whoever killed the person?"

He was about to go back with a dark face, but thought of something and turned back suddenly.

I seem to have seen this car somewhere.

After dialing Song Hengjue's number, he hesitated: "Brother, is my sister-in-law at home?"

"What are you doing?" Song Hengjue searched several hospitals but found no one, and he was so annoyed that he wanted to curse.

Fang Nan's eyes flickered: "I suddenly remembered that there was an important document that I didn't ask her about. Did my sister-in-law sleep? If she didn't..."

"Crazy, he stayed up most of the night." Song Hengjue thought that his brain must be broken, so he hung up the phone.

He suddenly paused on the spot, looked at the car keys in his hand, then looked at the empty street in front of him, and choked up.

"Only a blind person would fall in love with you." Fang Nan rolled his eyes and almost rolled his eyes to the sky. He licked a skewer of barbecue and suddenly sympathized with Yang Qingheng.

Who talks about falling in love with a dog?

Yang Qingheng sneezed, touched her nose, and then slowly opened the door and went in: "Doctor, how is he?"

"High fever caused by food poisoning, stay in the hospital for observation for one day after infusion." The doctor raised his eyes and motioned for her to take the order.

Zhong Yan recovered a little after taking the medicine and was sitting upright on a chair nearby.

"Let's go." Yang Qingheng looked at the list and led him to the ward.

"I'm really troubling you..." Zhong Yan stared at the top of her hair and followed her step by step.

"If you say this again, if you want to thank me, why don't you consider our company next time you look for a job?" Yang Qingheng opened the ward door and motioned for him to go in.

Zhong Yan did not hesitate: "If it is possible, then of course it would be great."

"Okay, go to bed." Yang Qingheng was a little sleepy. He looked at the time and saw that it was already midnight. "I've hired an escort for you. I have work tomorrow, so I'll go back first."

If Song Hengjue finds out about spending the night here, he will inevitably get angry.

Thinking of his petty appearance, Yang Qingheng pinched the center of his brows helplessly. He was just growing tall without being careless.

"There seems to be a bug on my neck." Zhong Yan was sitting on pins and needles, his already pale face even more sickly.

Yang Qingheng just stood up and was about to walk outside. Hearing this, he turned around, took his collar and looked at it carefully, then brushed away a piece of hair: "It's not a bug, it's hair. Rest peacefully."

He waved his hand and left the hospital with his car keys.

Zhong Yan glanced at the door with his peripheral vision and nodded silently: "Senior, be careful on the road."

Song Hengjue hid in the corner, kissing...kissing the neck as if struck by lightning?

The next second, he shook the thoughts out of his mind.

Bah, Yang Qingheng is not that kind of person.

With this thought in mind, he raised his feet to leave when his peripheral vision touched Zhong Yan's neck and froze in place.

There was a small patch of red on his fair neck, which almost blinded him.

This one kills with a thousand swords!

The veins in Song Hengjue's fist bulged and he kicked the door open. Zhong Yan let out a muffled grunt and covered his face for a while before he recovered. He saw clearly that it was Song Hengjue who hit him. He was startled at first and avoided his eyes with a guilty conscience. , pretending to inadvertently pull up the collar to cover that piece of skin.

"Mr. Song, what a coincidence that you are here too?"

Song Hengjue got angry when he saw this pretty boy, and everyone was worried about him.

Yang Qingheng is lustful, is there nothing wrong with this pretty boy? Could it be that if he didn't seduce Yang Qingheng, she would do it on her own?

Obviously everything was fine before he showed up.

To take a step back, shouldn’t this pretty boy die?

"Why do you think I'm here? Yang Qingheng isn't here, so don't pretend to me."

Zhong Yan put away the guilty look on his face and leaned lazily on the bedside: "Mr. Song, what are you panicking about? Don't you know how you squeezed out Tang Bainian's superior position? Since you choose to be a mistress, you must be prepared to be beaten by others." Mistress’ preparation.”

So shameless, how could there be such a shameless person.

Song Hengjue never expected that his true appearance would be like this. Not only did he have no sense of shame, but he even wanted to provoke him. He was hit hard in his heart and couldn't hold back his fists.

"Senior, what should I say if my senior sees me being injured tomorrow?" Zhong Yan touched the bruise at the corner of his mouth with his finger and asked sincerely.

"Who the fuck is your senior?" Song Hengjue was used to his venomous tongue. This was the first time someone had used his venom back at him, and he almost lost his breath.

"If senior is really sad, then hit me," Zhong Yan sighed and stretched out his face, "I just said that I fell in the toilet, and I will definitely not tell senior sister."

Ten thousand insults could not vent Song Hengjue's inner anger, and his fists were raised high.

"Senior, let's fight." Zhong Yan blinked.

"It's just for fun, do you really think that Yang Qingheng can like you." The more proud he was, the calmer Song Hengjue became. She glanced at him and said, "I must be the one who marries her in the end."

"She promised to marry me." Zhong Yan deliberately provoked him.

Song Hengjue almost laughed out loud: "Liar, if she said this, I would write her name upside down."

Now who doesn't know that he is Yang Qingheng's fiancé, and that woman will not risk damaging the company's reputation even if she wants to be with this pretty boy.

She's not a fool.

If that woman Yang Qingheng really said it, she must have lied to this pretty boy.

Zhong Yan didn't expect Song Hengjue to react like this, and his face looked ugly.

The relationship between Yang Qingheng and Song Hengjue turned out to be much better than he thought. Otherwise, how could Song Hengjue know Yang Qingheng so well.

Yang Qingheng didn't know what was going on at the hospital. She fell asleep when she got home, with the doctor's voice constantly circulating in her head.

"Ms. Yang, you dropped something."

"Where did you get this sachet?"

"...It smells like red beetle, which damages the brain nerves and disturbs the mind. In severe cases, mental illness may occur. However, it is masked by other smells. I'm not sure if it's true. It's best to take it. Let’s test it.”

Song Hengjue opened the door in despair. The house was quiet. Yang Qingheng obviously didn't notice that there was no one missing from the house.

It was almost dawn, it was gray outside, and the woman on the bed was sleeping soundly.

Why can she fall asleep? Why doesn't she feel guilty at all?

Song Hengjue stared at her profile, resentful and unwilling, and for the first time, he had crazy thoughts.

No matter what kind of bullshit love he has, no matter who she loves, she can only be tied to him.

The next second, he got a big slap on his face.

Song Hengjue was stunned.

Yang Qingheng raised her head faintly: "Idiot, standing on the bedside in the middle of the night, who do you want to scare to death?"

Song Hengjue's yandere mentality was shattered before it even sprouted. He covered his face and was about to argue with her.

Yang Qingheng made room and pulled away the quilt: "Come here and sleep. I'll tell you something when I wake up."

Song Hengjue's heart felt cold.

What was she going to say?

Do you regret getting engaged to him?

The firm idea just now has been shaken. What if this woman really wants to cancel the engagement?

Song Hengjue panicked, he wanted to go to work, he wanted to go on a business trip, anywhere was fine as long as he wasn't here, he didn't want to hear anything.

He should be deaf, yes, why is he not deaf?

Unfortunately, Yang Qingheng held her tightly and cursed whenever he broke away. Song Hengjue failed to escape in the end.

"How long do you want to eat?" Yang Qingheng put down the spoon and raised his watch impatiently.

She forced him to eat breakfast for two hours. If she hadn't known that the doctor didn't know Song Hengjue, she would have thought that he knew what she was going to say.

Song Hengjue bit the bullet, stretched out one finger to push out the porridge bowl, and said to her aunt, "One more bowl."