Fu Tingjun, let's get divorced

When Yang Qingwei woke up, she was wearing pajamas, and Fu Tingjun was lying next to him with his arm around his waist. Yang Qingwei pushed him away impatiently, but he just turned over and continued to sleep soundly. Yang Qingwei really wanted to know if his colleagues in the company saw their boss sleeping like this, would he still regard him as a male god?
Forget it, just ignore him.

Laying on the bed for a while, he got up to go to the toilet, only to see the strong-smelling clothes in the bathroom laundry basket and couldn't resist turning on the exhaust fan. What was he doing?
She seldom got together before, so she only knew that he was busy with work, but didn't know that his clothes would still be stained with the smell of tobacco and alcohol. What's more, there was a servant at home, which had been cleaned up before she found out.

Sighing, still holding his breath, he picked up the laundry basket and was about to throw his clothes into the washing machine. The index and middle fingers pinched a corner in disgust and threw it in, only to find another color on his shirt.

As a woman, especially a woman who goes to work, makeup is the norm, and lipstick is the most important thing. Therefore, even if Yang Qingwei's lipstick styles are few, she can recognize her. She turned over her shirt and took a good look before throwing it back into the laundry basket.Fortunately, she still wanted to wash his clothes, but he ran to get intimate with other women, which was really unscrupulous.

Angrily, he went to the bathroom and washed it with hand sanitizer a dozen times until his fingers were almost peeling. When he came out, he happened to meet Fu Tingjun who was going to the bathroom. Yang Qingwei snorted and walked out. Fu Tingjun hadn't woken up yet, so he didn't care. When he came back, he saw Yang Qingwei sitting by the bed, looking like he was waiting for his trial.

Fu Tingjun only thought she was having a child's temper, rubbed her face lightly, went around and lay down on the bed, and was stopped by her when she pulled the quilt.

"Stop making trouble, let me sleep for a while!" Fu Tingjun was not in the mood to coax her right now.

"Get up!" Yang Qingwei refused to let go, Fu Tingjun closed his eyes and groped for her hand, and when he pulled her hard, she fell into his arms, imprisoning her with both arms, and Yang Qingwei couldn't move.

"Let go of me! Let me go!" Yang Qingwei struggled, but unfortunately even if he squinted his eyes, he was stronger than her.

"Sleep with me for a while longer!" Fu Tingjun said, "Today I will ask for leave and stay with me."

"I'm not going to accompany you, scumbag!" Thinking of the lipstick marks on his shirt, Yang Qingwei was very angry. Why did he attract new ones when he agreed to cut the peach blossoms?
Seeing that he was about to fall asleep, Yang Qingwei hurriedly said, "How many girls were there in your game yesterday?"

Fu Tingjun was so sleepy that he muttered twice without answering.

"Fu Tingjun!" Yang Qingwei was furious.

It was like this every time, he didn't feel that he did something wrong, but it made her angry. Yang Qingwei punched him twice angrily, escaped from his arms, washed his face with cold water twice, and went to wash after calming down. Before going out, he didn't forget to leave a note for him, asking about the shirt lipstick incident and the earring incident. As for whether he can give the answer, it's up to him.

After walking out of the community, Yang Qingwei let out a long sigh of relief, and looked back, feeling panicked again.You can't give him a good face. Once you give him a good face, he doesn't know how powerful the heavens are, and he even said that the scandal with He Yingying is to protect her. Pooh, it's obviously to satisfy his own selfish desires!That's why she was stupid.

Stamping towards the subway entrance, the time of catching up made her temporarily forget her anger, but it was a pity that she met someone she didn't want to see in front of the company building.

Qin Caiwei wandered around the door in a moon-white tea dress, attracting everyone's attention. Yang Qingwei glanced at her, trying to pretend she didn't see it, but she called to stop her when she was about to reach the steps.

If she didn't know her identity, Yang Qingwei could pretend that she didn't hear it, but she knew that Yang Qingwei couldn't hide.