Fu Tingjun, let's get divorced

This is Yang Qingwei's first visit to his office, and I have to admit that the boss's office is huge!

There are some tall green plants in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows, a row of leather sofas next to the entrance, a water dispenser in the corner, and fruit cakes on the coffee table. Someone may have been there.

Fu Tingjun's desk is located in the innermost part. Behind the desk is a bookcase with a whole wall connected to the roof. Inside the cabinet are books, documents and decorations. In front of the bookcase is his large desk. At the moment, he is concentrating on typing. The keyboard didn't pay any attention to the person coming.

Anna politely said to Fu Tingjun, "Boss Fu, the accounting department is here to deliver the documents!"

Fu Tingjun returned without looking up, "Let her in!"

Yang Qingwei walked in under Anna's instructions, thinking that she would accompany her, but unexpectedly, when she came in, Anna closed the door behind her, and Yang Qingwei felt like entering a cage.

Seemingly finished with the things in hand, Fu Tingjun was finally willing to take the time to look at her, and said in a low voice, "Where's the information?"

Only then did Yang Qingwei realize that she was here to deliver the materials, and hurried over to hand them to him.

"Here are the last quarter's statements and taxes."

Fu Tingjun didn't answer, but looked at her angrily and said, "Didn't your supervisor teach you how to send materials?"

How else can I send the information?It's over when it's handed over to the other party. Is there any special ceremony needed?
"What do you want?" Anyway, there was only the two of them here, and she didn't need to be afraid of him.

Fu Tingjun was too lazy to talk nonsense with her. He lowered his head and held the mouse to click to write down. He typed a few times on the keyboard, and finally said, "Open."

Yang Qingwei didn't hear clearly, and repeated, "What?"

Fu Tingjun lost all patience, gritted his teeth and said, "I said, open it!"

After thinking for 30 seconds, Yang Qingwei realized that he meant to open the file, and immediately reached out to open the folder. Fu Tingjun glanced at her and tapped the table twice with the index finger of his right hand, meaning to put the file down.

But at this moment, Yang Qingwei was standing opposite him, with the pen holder placed in the middle, there was no way to put the document on the table, and it was impolite to throw it away, so she was also very embarrassed.

Seeing that she hadn't moved for a long time, Fu Tingjun looked at her again. Yang Qingwei explained that her hands were not long enough. Fu Tingjun pointed to the place next to him and asked, "Aren't you going around?"

What are you kidding?It is already very dangerous for a man and a widow to live in the same room. There is no table between them as a barrier. Who knows what will happen in the next second?She is not a simple little white rabbit, if he treats her like this here, how can she see people?

Yang Qingwei shook her head resolutely and refused, while Fu Tingjun asked leisurely, "My time can be wasted casually, right?"

Yang Qingwei had no way to fight back, so she had to take back the document and go around to open it and put it on the table.

At this moment she was standing next to his chair, and he could even smell the faint scent of shower gel on her body.

Fu Tingjun was a little obsessed.

Yang Qingwei saw that he didn't respond for a long time, and finally couldn't help but look at him, but saw that he looked like a gentleman, leaning on the chair and looking at something.Yang Qingwei didn't want anything to happen at this time, so she asked him to read the information, but he just glanced at her and didn't say anything.

In fact, it is still difficult for Fu Tingjun now.His beautiful wife is right in front of his eyes but he can't touch it. It's really tormenting. If she is more courageous, they can be here.

"If there is nothing else, I'll go back first." Yang Qingwei couldn't figure out what he meant. Seeing him not looking at him for a long time, she thought that she was thinking about others, and she didn't want to accompany him. When she turned to leave, Fu Tingjun subconsciously stopped him. took her hand.

Yang Qingwei watched him hold someone else's hand and grabbed her, as if he had encountered a scourge, and hurriedly threw it away.

Fu Tingjun looked at her puzzled.