Fu Tingjun, let's get divorced

Fu Tingjun didn't come back all night, and Yang Qingwei didn't contact him, but when he woke up in the morning, he found that the tablet and TV were both ringing, and there was no sign of him changing shoes at the entrance.

Yang Qingwei was a little disappointed.

How bad is the situation and why is no one coming back?
Depressed, he cooked a bowl of noodles for himself. After eating, he washed and dried the clothes for this week, and watered the flowers with a watering can. When Fu Tingjun was planning to spend the weekend in a bored manner, Fu Tingjun came back. Yang Qingwei looked at the time. It was already past 12 o'clock. He was wearing a suit and looked very tired.

"Why did you come back? A meeting?" Yang Qingwei stepped forward to take the document bag in his hand, and helped him to sit on the sofa.

"I haven't slept all night." Fu Tingjun lay down on the sofa, rubbing his temples with both hands.

"What's so urgent? Do you want to go to bed and sleep for a while?" She didn't dare to ask him now, for fear that he would be tired.

"It's not about Yayoi. Forget it. I'll tell you later. I'll sleep first." Fu Tingjun was about to go to bed, but Yang Qingwei forcibly dragged him to the bedroom. She helped him take off his suit and shirt. Although he blushed when he untied his belt, he still helped him take off his trousers. Finally, he covered him with a quilt and let him have a good rest.

Sometimes it's hard to think about Fu Tingjun. It's too tiring to manage such a big company at such a young age and worry about my sister's affairs. In addition, Yang Qingwei thinks she can't hold it, but he can't hold it. I really don't know how to develop such a strong heart.

He sent his briefcase to the study, took out his mobile phone to charge, and finally threw the suit into the washing machine.

I thought I could be lazy this weekend, but I still have to take care of him.

He dug out the ingredients from the refrigerator and thought about taking out the casserole to make soup. I don't know when he will wake up, but I hope he can drink a bowl of hot soup when he wakes up.

Seeing that it was almost December, then Christmas and New Year's Day, and then the annual meeting, followed by the holiday, I don't know if his parents will stay here this year, if they stay here, she will accompany him to Zhenyuan for the Spring Festival, if his parents go abroad, she still has to go to Zhenyuan, because Fu Misheng is here.

I really can't escape it.

Put the ingredients into the casserole and switch to a low heat to simmer.

Fu Tingjun was sleeping, and Yang Qingwei didn't dare to turn on the TV, so she had to turn her mobile phone to silent to play games.She seldom plays games, but today it is because she is bored.

Her life has always been boring, she felt that she had to learn something to pass the time, I'm afraid Fu Ting would disagree.

He is so busy with work every day, and he really wants someone to take care of him when he returns home, especially his wife, but she is not his exclusive servant, she also wants to live her own life, and Tang Xue said, let her develop more hobbies, this kind of life is interesting, she used to raise flowers because she was not allowed to go out, now that she can travel freely, then she can change a hobby, but, what does she want to learn?

Fu Tingjun taught her to drive and she hasn't fully learned how to drive. As for the others, she hasn't thought about it yet.

When I first visited Taobao, I saw those dolls and liked them very much, but her handicraft skills were too poor, and she was too lazy to make them. Of course not, she had to find something easy, one she liked, mainly one that could calm down, but unfortunately, she hadn’t found it yet.

The game was playing enthusiastically, when the phone rang suddenly, Yang Qingwei had to pause the game and press to answer, Fu Misheng's nasal voice came from the phone.

"Vivi, is my brother home yet?"

"I'm back, I'm sleeping, can I find him?" Holding the phone in both hands, Yang Qingwei didn't know what was going on with Fu Misheng, but hoped that she would be safe and healthy.

"It's nothing, just ask casually, take good care of him in that line, I have other things, bye!"

After hanging up the phone, Yang Qingwei looked puzzled, but Fu Misheng was right again, that is, she had to take good care of her brother.