Fu Tingjun, let's get divorced

In the conference room, the project manager was reporting the results of the first half of the year and the plan for the second half of the year. Fu Tingjun leaned back on the chair and turned around with his mobile phone in one hand.

This is a routine meeting every year, which can be regarded as a mid-year summary.

Originally, this meeting was scheduled for yesterday. I don't know why their boss didn't come. They thought they had escaped a catastrophe, but they still had to report.

Fu Tingjun sat there with a cold face and said nothing, secretary Annie sat aside to take notes, assistant Xue Kai occasionally lowered his head to take notes, and continued to stare at the PPT.

The project manager was sweating.If you can't live through it, give me an accurate word!

The meeting room was extremely quiet, only the sound of the project manager's report and the sound of fingers typing on the keyboard. Others occasionally peeked at Fu Tingjun, for fear that it would be their turn next—although they knew they couldn't escape, they could hide for a while.

The hand that had been turning the phone stopped, and the corner of the phone rested on the document. Fu Tingjun stared at the PPT for a while, and said lightly, "The data is wrong."

The project manager broke out in a cold sweat. He looked at the screen stiffly, only to realize that the rate of return was wrongly written. The project supervisor repeatedly apologized, and Fu Tingjun said that the input data also had deviations and asked them to recalculate.The project manager nodded repeatedly, and went back with his PPT.

When the next manager was about to report, Fu Tingjun's mobile phone screen lit up. He was stunned for a moment when he saw the word "Fu Misheng". When he saw the following content, Fu Tingjun raised his hand to signal them to continue, and he checked it with his mobile phone. content.

Fu Misheng sent a lot of photos, basically Yang Qingwei's candid photos, with a few text reminders in between.

"She's fine, she ate a lot." The accompanying picture is the meal that Fu Misheng brought from Zhenyuan, four dishes and one soup, with meat and vegetables.

"I plan to open a store with her, and you will pay for the funds." The accompanying picture is the profile of Yang Qingwei holding her mobile phone and submitting her resume.

"I wanted to take her out to have a big meal, but because of someone's atrocities, she couldn't go out and could only eat at home." The picture is the back of Yang Qingwei cooking in the kitchen.

Looking at those photos, Fu Tingjun really wished that he was by her side at the moment, but it's a pity.

"Take good care of her and reward you when I go back." After sending this sentence, the phone was locked and the meeting continued.

It was indeed busy to pile up two days' work into one day. Fu Tingjun was busy until almost eleven o'clock, and it was dark when he left the company.

Between these two days, the driver asked him whether he wanted to go to Zhenyuan or Tianyujingyuan?Fu Tingjun said without hesitation to go to Tianyujingyuan.

Although very tired, but still want to see how she is.

There were few pedestrians on the road, only the neon lights in front of the store were still flashing. Fu Tingjun put his fingers to his lips and seemed to be thinking about something.

In the silence, a familiar figure flashed past. Fu Tingjun immediately asked the driver to back up, but there was no place to turn around here. If he wanted to go back, he had to turn right at the intersection ahead. Fu Tingjun was in a hurry, so he asked the driver to step aside Stop and run back by yourself.

"Let go of me! Let go!"

A beautiful woman in a short golden suspender skirt and long wavy hair is avoiding the entanglement of several men. Her coat has been pulled off by them, revealing her fair shoulders.

"Go away!"

Fu Tingjun stepped forward to push a man away, then grabbed the beautiful woman, and kicked the other man away. Seeing his companion being beaten, the last man wanted to step forward, but was thrown over his shoulder by Fu Tingjun. On the ground, when the driver came over, the three men supported each other, said harsh words to him, and left.

"Are you alright?" Fu Tingjun asked worriedly while supporting the beauty.

There was a strong smell of alcohol on the beauty, as if aware of her own safety, the beauty finally raised her head to reveal her flushed face, delicate but full of brokenness.

"Ting Jun?" Qin Caiwei finally couldn't help crying after seeing the other party clearly, and she threw herself into his arms, "Ting Jun!"