Fu Tingjun, let's get divorced

Chapter 263 Eating
In the end, Yang Qingwei was taken out, and she felt that she might not be able to hide her identity.

"I go to high-end restaurants, even hot pot restaurants are high-quality hot pot restaurants!" Fu Misheng said stinkingly when he took her out.

Yang Qingwei didn't even look at her, and replied indifferently, "You will be beaten for talking like that!"

Fu Misheng snorted indifferently.

While the two were still on the road, Yang Qingwei received a call from Fu Tingjun, asking her what she would have for dinner?Yang Qingwei said that she and Fu Misheng went out to eat, she meant that Fu Tingjun should not come, but when he asked for the address, Yang Qingwei went to him too, Yang Qingwei's scalp exploded, and she quickly refused, but Fu Misheng yelled out the name and location of the restaurant on the phone, Yang Qingwei had nothing to love.

Sooner or later she died at the hands of the siblings.

"Oh, don't worry, it's just a meal, just say that I called my brother!" Fu Misheng didn't care about this, but Yang Qingwei's heart was hanging.

Not long after, she took her to a hot pot restaurant, and Yang Qingwei's eyes widened.

They don't really eat hot pot, do they?Please, let her go.

When the car stopped, Fu Misheng was very curious when she saw that she didn't come down for a long time. Yang Qingwei looked at her aggrievedly and said, "Can't we go home to eat hot pot? We have hot pot at home!"

"It's boring to eat at home, come down!" Fu Misheng went around to the co-pilot and dragged her down. Yang Qingwei regretted not wearing a hat.

In fact, wearing a hat is useless. The last time she and Fu Tingjun both wore hats, Ming Xi had discovered it, so it was best not to be in the same frame. Unfortunately, today they are in the same frame as their brother and sister. It is a sure thing.

Yang Qingwei was dragged out of the car by her without love, her proud head kept lowered, wishing she could tuck it under the floor tiles.

The weather turned cold, and the hot pot restaurant exploded again. Fu Misheng had a seat because of the reservation in advance. Yang Qingwei looked back at her. Fu Misheng shrugged, and forced Yang Qingwei to follow the clerk towards the private room with a forced smile.

After finally entering the private room, Yang Qingwei finally breathed a sigh of relief, Fu Misheng couldn't help laughing when she saw her relaxed look, and took the menu to order.

"Don't you wait for him?" She didn't dare to say the word "your brother", if the wall had ears, she would really die.

"He doesn't choose, let's talk about it. Let's order when he comes." Fu Misheng said indifferently, took the menu and ordered a lot of meat and vegetables, and handed the menu to her. Yang Qingwei looked at what she ordered, and ordered a few more that Fu Tingjun liked, and finally ordered two servings of meatballs.

Fu Misheng originally wanted tea, but thinking of Yang Qingwei's physical condition, he changed his mind and asked for a pot of hot water, but he still ordered two bottles of cold drinks. Hot pot must be accompanied by cold drinks, which is the only way to be happy.

The two chatted boredly in the private room. Fu Misheng looked at her phone, but Yang Qingwei didn't bother to look at it. She didn't want to watch work after work. She just observed Fu Misheng, not knowing how she was feeling.

"When will you come back to work? Really take a week off?" Yang Qingwei still thinks that going to work is better for Fu Misheng's recovery, because when you go to work, there are people to chat with, and it is easy to forget other things.

Fu Misheng flipped through the phone for a while and felt bored, and said, "I don't know, but I'm really not in the mood these two days, and I don't want to mess up the data, let's wait for two days."

Yang Qingwei suddenly thought of something and laughed out loud, "Otherwise, go on a trip, don't you like traveling very much before? Going out and seeing new scenery will also make you feel better!"

"That's a good idea, why don't you come with me?" Fu Misheng was a little moved, and Yang Qingwei waved her hands repeatedly.

"No, I have to go to work!" The latest holiday is New Year's Day, so it's almost Christmas, should she give Fu Tingjun a gift?Is it just a part of promoting feelings?
"Actually, you don't have to work so hard. You only have such a small salary every month, and it's not even enough for property expenses." Fu Misheng complained.Yang Qingwei really wanted to tell her that there are many people whose monthly income may not even reach half of hers, but after thinking about it, they are not in the same position at all, they are not the same.

(End of this chapter)