Fu Tingjun, let's get divorced

It's ambiguous enough for a single man and a widow to live in the same room, and it's even more unclear to lock the door, but considering Fu Tingjun's past behavior, Yang Qingwei thinks it's safer to lock the door.

"When did you come back?" Yang Qingwei came behind him and wanted to help him rub his temples, but he stopped him. He pulled her hands around and let her sit on his lap, holding her waist with both hands to absorb the smell of her body.

"It's just arrived at noon." Fu Tingjun buried himself in her chest, his voice muffled.

"Do you not rest?" His hair touched her skin, itching, Yang Qingwei tried to push him away, but unfortunately he refused.

"There is a meeting in the afternoon, and you can rest after the meeting."

It turned out that he worked so hard.But thinking of the reception saying that He Yingying had come in the morning, Yang Qingwei felt a little uncomfortable. She held his face in both hands, stared into his eyes and asked, "I heard that He Yingying came to see you."

The air is a little stagnant.

"Are you jealous?"

Yang Qingwei avoided his sight, and he didn't mind, instead, he said proudly, "She asked me for help when she encountered a problem in her work, you know, if people like them don't have their own strength and lose their backing, it will be difficult for them to survive. "

"So, you helped her?"

"It's a matter of one sentence, it doesn't matter."

"Will she come back to bother you after that?"

Fu Tingjun looked at her curiously, wondering if he was jealous, but she denied it before he even opened his mouth.

"I'm not jealous!"

Fu Tingjun said he was not jealous of such a strong sour taste, so Fu Tingjun had no choice but to cooperate and say he believed it.

Yang Qingwei felt aggrieved, but didn't know where he was aggrieved, so she hugged his neck in a daze.

Fu Tingjun felt that he was holding a big baby, and he obviously asked her to provide him with energy, why now he felt as if he was coaxing her?

"What do you think?"

"It's nothing." Yang Qingwei replied sullenly.

She really didn't think about anything, she just felt at ease being with him like this.

She didn't say anything about the scandal being known by her parents, and she is a little confused about her thoughts now.

"Is there a lot of work today? Did Yayoi cause you any trouble?"

There isn't much work, but Fu Miyoi's troubles have increased a lot, but she can't say that, after all, she doesn't want to cause trouble for Yayoi.

"Work is okay, and our work is easier with Yayoi."

"Will she do it?" Fu Tingjun expressed doubts. With her ignorant appearance, it's fine if she doesn't hold back.

"It's not bad, I've taught everything this morning." Yang Qingwei was finally willing to face him, only to see the corners of his mouth slightly raised, with a smile in his eyes, thinking that he was praising Fu Misheng, and his mood was not so good.

"There are a lot of accounting things, and I can't learn them all at once. I'm also exploring slowly. I believe it won't take long." Anyway, it's his sister, so I still have to say a few good words.

"Just speak nicely for her!" Fu Tingjun finally pulled out his hand to pinch her nose, before she got impatient, he let go and kissed her lips.

That was why he had called her here.Long time no see, he misses her very much.

With lips and teeth entangled, Yang Qingwei indulged in this kind of intimacy, and even pulled the distance between the two of them unconsciously. Fu Ting was very satisfied with her reaction.

The four-seater sofa can just accommodate Yang Qingwei's body. Fu Tingjun pressed her under him, his hands had already slipped into his waist and abdomen, and his breathing was heavy. Yang Qingwei was almost drowning in this intimate relationship, while Fu Tingjun had already fallen into it.

"Weiwei, do you miss me?" He asked in her ear when he was deeply in love.

"Weiwei?" Fu Tingjun called her again, Yang Qingwei's consciousness finally came back, and he replied under his urging, "I miss you."