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

Chapter 150 Naked Insult

Song Hengjue's Adam's apple rolled and he glanced down subconsciously.

All he wears is a black coat that he picked up casually in the market last year, and the cotton shoes on his feet are no different from those of an old man going to the market on the street.

Song Hengjue's toes were curled up slightly. He felt so resentful. If he could go back to an hour ago, he would slap himself twice.

Why would he go out wearing this! Ah! Why is this woman here?

There was a calm look on his face, and his thin lips slowly curved into a perfect arc: "You come here to eat too? What a coincidence."

"It's quite a coincidence," Yang Qingheng raised his eyebrows and glanced at the box beside him casually, "Your Miss Qiao is really proud. Why, does your supplier know that you want to replace him to please women?"

There was nothing unusual in her tone, but Song Hengjue had heard such words countless times in his previous life. His knees softened as a conditioned reflex, and his heart sank to the bottom. He swallowed subconsciously and explained in a panic: "It's not what you think. This is the second time that Qiao Xihe and I are together." Meet……"

"What do I think?" Yang Qingheng wrapped her index finger around her satin-like hair and squinted at the man in front of her. She was so cold that she would kill him if he didn't give her an answer that would make her happy.

"Fang Nan said," Song Hengjue seized the opportunity, "You and that woman are..."

Before he finished speaking, an exclamation came from the side: "Mr. Song, this is..."

Pan Zhen opened the door and walked out, intending to rush for the food to be served. When he saw Song Hengjue pulling a woman to say something, he strode over.

Blind retard.

Song Hengjue cursed in his heart, held Yang Qingheng's face in his arms with his long arms, and looked coldly at Pan Zhen in front of him: "What, my fiancée, do you have any objections?"

"No, no, of course not." Pan Zhen murmured, knowing that he was being disliked, he stopped awkwardly, raised his eyes and quietly looked at the woman in front of him.

But all she could see was a head of silky black hair, wrapped tightly around her body, and she could only vaguely tell that she was a young girl.

He was slightly startled. He felt inexplicably familiar, and he didn't know which family's daughter he was in the capital.

He smiled flatteringly: "Since Mr. Song has brought his fiancée here, let's come in and have dinner together. The wind outside is so cold. Excessive blowing is not good for your health."

"Yes." Song Hengjue felt the struggle of the woman in his arms, increased his strength, and raised his eyes to glance at Pan Zhen coldly.

The man understood and didn't dare to go to the toilet, so he closed the door of the box as if to escape.

"Are you sick?" Yang Qingheng slapped him on the chest, but she only got a thick layer of cotton, which made her look extremely funny and made her feel even more angry.

Feeling guilty, Song Hengjue lowered his head and approached her with a flattering smile: "Have you eaten yet? Come and eat with me."

"I am eating with you only because I am sick." Yang Qingheng rolled her eyes. Now that she saw Qiao Xihe's face, she remembered the hundreds of thousands she had lost. She was afraid that she would throw soup at her when she was on the table!

Song Hengjue coughed dryly and asked, "Don't you have a grudge against that Pan Changshu, and don't you want to teach him a lesson?"

"What do you mean..." Yang Qingheng narrowed his eyes.

A few minutes later, Song Hengjue took the woman into the box.

Qiao Xihe looked at the woman wrapped in a black coat with only her eyes exposed, and the man wearing a vest next to her, and stood up in surprise: "This is it?"

"My fiancee, Xu Yue." Song Hengjue introduced the woman in his arms.

Qiao Xihe glanced suspiciously at Yang Qingheng opposite him, and said with a fake smile: "Miss Xu, this is indoors, the stove is lit, it's not cold, you're sweating after wearing so much, why don't you take it off."

"My fiancée is afraid of the cold. Why do you want to take care of Miss Qiao?" Song Hengjue looked worried.

Qiao Xihe's face stiffened: "I'm just concerned about Miss Xu. Since Miss Xu is afraid of the cold, I'll ask the waiter to add an extra stove to our private room."

Song Hengjue didn't answer and pulled Yang Qingheng to sit down on the sofa nearby.

The woman didn't say a word after she sat down. Song Hengjue looked like a maid from a landlord's house who was waiting for the young lady to eat. She carefully ironed the bowl and skimmed off the oily foam on the soup surface with a spoon. The eyes of the people across from her were twitching. .

Pan Zhen was now even more sure that this woman's status in Song Hengjue's heart was probably not shallow, or she was the daughter of a high-ranking official, and Song Hengjue would be careful to please her.

No matter what the reason was, it was a good thing that he invited this woman to come in and befriend her today.

Song Hengjue looked at the woman next to him who had not said a word since she came in. He brought the soup in front of her and whispered: "Drink some?"

"You're blind!" Yang Qingheng laughed angrily and pointed at the mask on his face.

Song Hengjue put down the bowl in embarrassment. Just as he put it down, Yang Qingheng felt a little hot. She sat a little further away from him. The corner of his wide clothes swept up the soup bowl and scattered it all over the floor.

Yang Qingheng was silent and gave Song Hengjue a death stare.

Song Hengjue: ...so fierce.

Pan Changshu saw that the atmosphere between the two was not good, and rushed out to smooth things over: "Peace every year, it's not just a bowl of soup, don't hurt the harmony because of this."

Yang Qingheng looked at the man in front of her and raised her eyebrows. The arrogant look of this man just now kept popping up in her mind. She slowly stretched out a foot and pretended to be distressed: "Oh, these shoes are dirty. They are really ugly."

Song Hengjue subconsciously bent down, but was hit on the head with a big blow from her. Inexplicably, he sat up straight and looked at her.

Yang Qingheng didn't look at him, but looked straight at Pan Changshu in front of him: "I wear so much, it's inconvenient. Mr. Pan, don't mind doing it for me."

It was simply a naked insult. Pan Changshu's expression changed, but looking at the woman's sincere eyes, he couldn't tell for a moment whether it was his own illusion.

Just when he was about to refuse, Pan Zhen next to him pushed him hard and smiled flatteringly at Yang Qingheng: "Miss Xu is joking, since we can all get together today, we are friends. Chang Shu is not a careless person. Man, right, Chang Shu?”

He looked at his son threateningly.

He could tell from the woman's slap just now. This person's identity was probably really extraordinary.

How can a man not be angry if a woman whips him in public, even if it is the wife of a mediator, unless it is profitable.

"Dad!" Pan Changshu couldn't believe it.

Ask him to clean a woman's shoes. If word spreads, he won't have to hang out in the capital!

Idiot, these are not shoes, this is the glory and wealth for the rest of his life!

Pan Zhen glared at his son and pointed at his wallet: If you still want to squander the family's money, don't make trouble for me!

Pan Changshu stood up suddenly and walked towards the door. Song Hengjue's face turned cold.

Pan Zhen was also shocked.