Fu Tingjun, let's get divorced

He didn't have time to understand her art of war today. He went back to Zhenyuan after having dinner with her. He wanted to ask her to come with him, but she was late this morning. If he went to live in Zhenyuan, he would be late again tomorrow. Forget it, let her stay here.

"Driving to work tomorrow, don't take the subway." Before leaving, Fu Tingjun told her. Although Yang Qingwei nodded, what she thought was: I haven't driven a car since I got my driver's license, how can I drive there?

After coming down the stairs, Xiao Zhao was already waiting downstairs. After getting in the car, he finally dialed the phone with an unusually serious voice.

"How are things going?"

"already solved."

"Thanks for your hard work."

After hanging up the phone, Fu Tingjun said to return to Zhenyuan, Xiao Zhao started the car, and his indifferent face was reflected in the rearview mirror.

After Fu Tingjun left, Yang Qingwei dug out the ice cream from the refrigerator and ate it. What happened today made her feel tired. Although she knew that Mingxi would not tell the truth, she still felt that if things continued like this, she might be ruined sooner or later.

Do you want to resign?
It would be very hard to resign. After all, it was hard to get the job done smoothly and get along well with colleagues. If she resigned at this time, let alone whether she could find another job, her state and her relationship with Fu Tingjun might return to freezing point. She didn't want to do it again.

It's easy for a person to think wildly, turn on the TV in the living room at night, turn on the flat panel in the room to find a TV show, and then adjust the brightness to the lowest level.

Since that rainy night, she has become more and more afraid of the dark night. It's okay if there are other people in the family. If not, TV and mobile phones are the best choices.

In fact, Yang Qingwei hates herself now, timid, cowardly, and lazy, but thinking about the wind and rain along the way, she can understand herself.

However, understanding is nothing but understanding. When she saw her father-in-law at the company the next day, she was still frightened.

Originally, she was going to have lunch with her colleagues, and Fu Misheng didn't reveal that Mr. Fu would come, so Yang Qingwei was still guarding against Fu Misheng's nonsense as before, but when she came back after eating, she happened to meet a group of people walking towards the restaurant surrounding Mr. Fu.

Everyone knew Fu Misheng's identity, so she greeted Mr. Fu with a smile. As for the others, they called him Director Fu according to their original address. As for Yang Qingwei, what she feared most was being exposed, so she involuntarily backed away when she saw him. It was a pity that the villain Fu Misheng had to grab her arm to prevent her from hiding, so she had no choice but to bite the bullet and shout, "Hello, Director Fu!"

Mr. Fu's eyes stayed on her for a moment, and finally he smiled and left with the others.

After they left, Yang Qingwei felt that her soul was floating out of her mouth. If Fu Misheng hadn't supported her, she would have sat on the ground.

"Sure enough, the tiger father has no dogs. I only knew that the big boss is handsome and capable, but I didn't expect his father to be even better!" Back in the office, Yaoyao couldn't help but sigh with emotion, and said to Fu Misheng, "Beauty, do you have any brothers and sisters to introduce to me?"

Fu Misheng pretended to think seriously for a while and said, "Well~~~ It doesn't seem to be there yet, but..." She put her arms around Yaoyao's shoulders and said proudly, "You can think about me!"

Yaoyao pretended to think seriously and said, "I think it's okay!"

Yang Qingwei looked at them and smiled as they went to fetch water from their cups.

To be honest, when she first came here, Yang Qingwei was worried that they would not be able to accept Fu Misheng, but now it seems that she was worrying too much, Fu Misheng's character is easy to get along with others, not to mention that she has no big lady temper, so it is easier to get along with.But how many young ladies like Fu Misheng are there in this world?
Leaning her back against the table, Yang Qingwei took a sip, feeling a little heavy.