Fu Tingjun, let's get divorced

Chapter 133 Celebration
Fu Misheng was the first to know that Yang Qingwei was going to work at Fu Tingjun's company.

When he got home that day, Fu Tingjun saw her lying on the sofa playing games, and suddenly he was so happy that he told her that Yang Qingwei was going to work in Hengbang. Unexpectedly, Fu Misheng jumped up from the sofa, hugged his arm and said in shock, "Are you serious? ?”

"What do you think?" Fu Tingjun didn't care about her approach at all, but instead asked her proudly, Fu Misheng's jaw dropped from shock, and there was only one sentence in his mind: Yang Qingwei is finally crazy!
When Yang Qingwei opened her eyes the next morning, she was almost scared to death by the enlarged face, and her screams resounded through the sky.

Yang Qingwei clutched the quilt tightly, leaning her back against the bed, curled up into a ball, watching the person sitting up slowly under the bed, her heart jumped into her throat.

When she saw Fu Misheng sitting up with her head covered, Yang Qingwei nearly tore the quilt to pieces.

"Yayoi? How could it be you?"

The chaos finally subsided, Fu Misheng nestled on the sofa with an egg and gently rubbed it on her head, Yang Qingwei put away the medicine box, and looked at her with guilt.

"Why did you scare me by waking up so early?" Putting the medicine kit aside, he took the egg in her hand and kneaded it for her.

"It's not me scaring you, it's you scaring me!" Fu Misheng grabbed her wrist and stopped her from rubbing it for herself, "I heard from my brother that you are going to work at his place, is it true?"

Yang Qingwei nodded without any struggle.

Fu Misheng was stunned, grabbed her arm with both hands and shook it vigorously, "Are you threatened by him? How could you agree to go to work with him?"

Yang Qingwei broke free from her confinement, and said helplessly, "I've been looking for a job for more than a month. Either people don't like me, or they don't like me. Finally, the one who likes me is your company. Rather than doing this, it’s better to go directly to him, as the saying goes, it’s dark under the lights, maybe there’s a glimmer of life right under his nose.”

Fu Misheng strongly disagreed with this.She still knows her brother very well. Yang Qingwei is clearly throwing herself into a trap. It won't be long before the whole company knows that she is Mrs. Fu.As Yang Qingwei's friend, she wanted to protect her, but as Fu Tingjun's sister, she thought they were very suitable.After hesitating for three seconds, Fu Misheng agreed with her decision.

Yang Qingwei didn't see her little Jiujiu, put the cold egg in her hand into the tray, and asked her if she was hungry, and if she wanted to eat?

Came here early in the morning to ask her about her work, now that she mentioned Fu Misheng, she really felt hungry, looked at her pitifully and asked if there were any dumplings?

Of course there are dumplings, but they are quick-frozen.

"Naturally, we have to eat dumplings to celebrate such a good day!" Fu Misheng said proudly, "Well, let's go home tonight, and I'll prepare a bottle of good wine. Let's celebrate together, okay?"

"Forget about the wine, quick-frozen dumplings are also good!" Yang Qingwei said with a smile, raising the quick-frozen dumplings in her hand.

"Ah, quick-frozen!" Fu Misheng pouted.

"Be content, it's good to have dumplings, do you know that children in many places don't even have to eat quick-frozen dumplings!" Yang Qingwei gave her a science introduction, and Fu Misheng came to the kitchen and looked at her back and expressed disdain for her remarks.

"They are them, and I am me. If they can't eat, do I have to go hungry? What's the point?"

Yang Qingwei wanted to refute, but didn't know what to say.

In fact, what Fu Misheng said is correct. People have already decided to have a different starting point when they are born. It is understandable for her to say that. What's more, they can't wrong themselves just because others are poor. It's just that she is really lazy, so There are only quick-frozen dumplings this morning.Thinking about it this way, she felt much more comfortable.

"Hey, why don't you talk anymore?" Seeing that her voice was gone, Fu Misheng thought she was speaking too seriously, and fingertip to fingertip boringly.

Yang Qingwei said without looking back, "I think you're right."

(End of this chapter)