Fu Tingjun, let's get divorced

In the afternoon, Yang Qingwei was still struggling with how to tell Fu Tingjun, but she was called before leaving get off work, saying that there was a problem with the data sent last time, but the problem was that she did not make the report, and the intention of calling her over was too obvious , thankfully, others don't know about their relationship yet.

"Should I wait for you?" After all, they are roommates, and Ming Xi is still very gentlemanly.

"No need, I don't know when I'll come down." Based on his temper, he estimated that it would take at least an hour to coax him.

"Well, if it's too late to call, I'll pick you up!"

"Yo~~~ I'm so concerned about the relationship without confirming the relationship. What if we get together?" Yaoyao said with a nympho.

"Less brainstorming and focus on work!" Yang Qingwei knocked on her head before going out, and the others laughed at her for brainstorming too much.

Yang Qingwei has been thinking about how to talk to him after entering the elevator. His temper is definitely not so easy to talk to, so what should she do?
I don't know if she is very lucky, but today's elevator went all the way to the top floor, Yang Qingwei has never felt that time flies so fast.

Seeing Yang Qingwei who was smiling wryly, Annie guessed that there might be something wrong with the contents of their department, and she was pushed to take the blame. As someone close to the boss, Annie could only give her a consoling cheer.

When Yang Qingwei entered the door, Fu Tingjun was sitting behind the computer playing with his mobile phone. When he heard the door opening, he took a look and continued with what he was doing.

Yang Qingwei walked towards him dawdly. Fu Tingjun finally put down his phone and looked at her after answering the message and asked, "Are you going to work overtime until tomorrow?"

Yang Qingwei twitched the corners of her mouth and reluctantly walked over.

"I'm passively working overtime."

"Come here!" He waved his hand. Although Yang Qingwei didn't want to, she still had to go. There was no way who would let him be the boss.

He came to his side with small steps and put his hand into his, but he suddenly forced Yang Qingwei to sit on his lap, and before he could struggle, he was imprisoned by his waist. Yang Qingwei wanted to shout, but suddenly realized that It's his office, if the secretary outside hears it, it will be broken, so I can only bear it.

"What are you doing?" Yang Qingwei asked through gritted teeth.

"Miss you!" Tucking the broken hair from her sideburns behind her ears, kissing her cheek.

"Don't make trouble!" Yang Qingwei wiped her face, "Why did you ask me to come here?"

"It's nothing, I just want to go to get off work with you."

"You are crazy!"

"If you don't go home today, I'm afraid I'm really going crazy."

He was warning himself that Yang Qingwei was in a dilemma.

"You won't go back on your word, will you?" Fu Tingjun pinched her chin and asked.

Sure enough, tear off the sheepskin, he is a bad wolf.

"Don't embarrass me, okay? I've only lived for half a month, 8000 yuan, what about my two months' salary!" Thinking about spending two months' salary to live in a house for half a month makes my heart ache, no , not only her flesh hurts, her heart, liver, spleen, lungs and kidneys all hurt.

"I'll make it up to you!"

"That's not what you said!" Yang Qingwei thought for a while, turned around and hooked his neck with both hands, lowered her posture, and said weakly, "Don't worry, give me some time, I will let my roommate accept this fact, Move back soon, okay?"

He didn't mind her advances, but it was difficult to convince him.

"Your idea is good, but I don't agree."

"why?"

He put his arms around her waist to prevent her from falling, stared into her eyes and said without hesitation, "I'll give you time, have you considered my feelings? You are my wife, and living with another man now counts What's going on? Weiwei, I'll give you time, give you freedom, keep you secret, and that's how you repay me?"

Yang Qingwei thought for a while, kissed without hesitation, and asked, "How about this?"

Fu Tingjun babbled and replied, "Almost."

"Then what are you going to do?"

With one arm around her waist, the other clasped her neck to deepen the kiss.