Fu Tingjun, let's get divorced

Chapter 141 Picky
Fortunately, he was anxious all day, worried that she would not adapt to the new workplace, but he did not expect that she would swagger into the accounting department with the title of Xiao Zhao's relative. What a waste of emotion!

When the white and fat dumplings came to the table, Fu Tingjun put down his chopsticks after taking a bite, Yang Qingwei was puzzled.

"what happened?"

"It's unpalatable." Fu Tingjun got up and went to the bathroom.

Yang Qingwei wrinkled her nose, picked one up and took a bite, no, it's cooked, how could it be unpalatable?

When Fu Tingjun came out, Yang Qingwei had already eaten two dumplings. Seeing that he had unbuttoned another shirt and rolled his sleeves up to his elbows, she lowered her eyes and continued to eat.

"Are you not used to quick-frozen dumplings?" The voice was a little cold.

"No, the dumplings are unpalatable."

Yang Qingwei raised her head in dissatisfaction and said, "How is it possible? The dumplings are cooked! And..." She was about to say something, but suddenly remembered that the dumplings he bought were not of the same brand as the dumplings she bought, and asked curiously, "Could it be you Not used to this brand?"

Fu Ting was noncommittal.

it is as expected!Yang Qingwei had to put down her chopsticks and go to the kitchen to cook him a bowl of noodles.

I thought she would ignore it, but I didn't expect to be so virtuous. Fu Tingjun took a picture of her back proudly, and then took another picture after the table was served. Yang Qingwei didn't bother to pay attention to him, and continued to eat the cold dumplings.

I thought he would leave after dinner, but unexpectedly he went to the closet to find pajamas, Yang Qingwei hurriedly stopped him.

Fu Tingjun looked at Yang Qingwei who was standing in front of the wardrobe in a "big" shape with a smile on his face.

"what are you doing?"

"Take your clothes and take a bath." Fu Tingjun took it for granted, and Yang Qingwei couldn't smile at all.

"Aren't you going back?"

"where to?"

Yang Qingwei's jaw almost fell to the ground, what kind of retarded dialogue is this?
"You don't want to live with me all the time, do you? Yes, this is your house, but I really have no place to go now. I will pay the rent when I get paid. Don't worry, I will never treat you badly!" Yang Qingwei vowed said.

Fu Tingjun was amused.

"Rent? You pay the rent?"

Yang Qingwei nodded vigorously.

"Do you know how much the rent here is?"

Yang Qingwei stared at him vigilantly and asked, "How much?"

Fu Tingjun put one hand across his chest, rested his hand on his chin and thought about it for half a minute before replying, "At least 2 a month."

"How much?" Yang Qingwei's eyes almost popped out, "More than 2? Why don't you grab it?"

Yang Qingwei's legs gave way, and she was about to fall to the ground. Fortunately, Fu Tingjun quickly supported her.It's a pity that Yang Qingwei could no longer see his face clearly, and now her eyes and hearts were full of money constantly falling.

2 yuan a month?Is this the Golden House?The sum of her two months' wages is not enough for 2 yuan!
A few minutes later, Yang Qingwei waved his hand to signal that he could let go of himself. How dare Fu Tingjun, what if he fell down?
"You're kidding, I don't want your money!" Fu Tingjun seemed to be aware of her worry and said with a smile, "How can you ask for money for a gift to your wife!" He whispered in her ear, and the pink went straight from her neck to the top of her head in an instant.

This man really can't stand it!

Yang Qingwei suspected that she had been bewitched by him, otherwise why would she keep him at home again and again?Even if it's 2 yuan a month... Although she can't afford it, she can find another house and doesn't need Israeli servants at all. But now, she glanced at the pajamas lying on the bed and patted her forehead with her little hand.

Who can save her?
When Fu Tingjun came out, he saw that she was still in a daze and couldn't help rubbing her head. Yang Qingwei suddenly raised her head and saw the pectoral muscles behind his bathrobe and couldn't help but lower her head.

God, what should she do?
Although the husband and wife have done everything that should be done for more than three years, but she still can't accept it! ! !

(End of this chapter)