Fu Tingjun, let's get divorced

The soup pot was still boiling, and Yang Qingwei was sitting on the chair without love. Seeing this, Fu Tingjun reached out to take her mobile phone to check, but she snatched it away, and Fu Tingjun stared at her suspiciously.

"This is our department's business and has nothing to do with you!" Yang Qingwei said confidently with the phone pressed tightly to her chest.

Fu Misheng gave a thumbs up in agreement.Although she is from the Fu family, she is also from the second accounting department. She can't stab them in the back, not to mention the gossip in it is so interesting, she doesn't want to stop the entertainment in the future.

Fu Tingjun looked at them, picked up his chopsticks and started eating, while reducing the heat of the soup pot.

The two sisters looked at each other, and immediately locked the screen and continued eating. Yang Qingwei still didn't forget to put some meat for him. Although he didn't say anything now, he would definitely lose his temper when he went back. This is her experience.Although Fu Tingjun was usually indifferent, he also had a temper, mainly towards her.

But the most important thing now is not to deal with Fu Tingjun, but Sister Meng outside. She just hopes that they will leave quickly.

After eating a hot pot meal for more than an hour, Fu Tingjun was often taken care of during the meal. When Fu Misheng went to pay the bill after the meal, Yang Qingwei stopped her and asked her to see if Sister Meng and the others had left outside. When the time came to call her, Fu Misheng would naturally know. She meant, and gave a "relaxed" look.

After Fu Misheng left, Yang Qingwei was still uneasy, as long as she didn't leave, she couldn't feel at ease.Fu Tingjun sat there looking at her, and looked at her, Yang Qingwei walked over.

"Excuse me!" Yang Qingwei took his hand and said, "Go back tonight and make it up to you, okay?"

Yang Qingwei understands that what is demanded must be paid.

Fu Tingjun smiled in satisfaction, and after a while Fu Misheng came back, she said she didn't see Sister Meng, but to be on the safe side, she had better not leave with them, so Fu Misheng and Fu Tingjun left, and Yang Qingwei left after a while.

The good-natured family dinner is just like a date with a big star. It can only be said that it is not easy to be a rich and powerful daughter-in-law.

Fu Misheng was going back to Zhenyuan, and Fu Tingjun drove here, so Fu Misheng drove away in Yang Qingwei's car, and Yang Qingwei followed Fu Tingjun.

After getting in the car, Yang Qingwei finally breathed a sigh of relief. Seeing her cautious appearance, Fu Tingjun reached out and shook her hand, Yang Qingwei smiled slightly.

After eating a meal with trepidation, Yang Qingwei decided not to go out to eat with him again until his identity was revealed.

I thought the danger was outside, but I didn't expect to be safe when I returned home. As soon as I entered the door, he pressed against the door panel and kissed her. Yang Qingwei's heart almost jumped out.

Fu Tingjun was much calmer than her. He not only put the keys on the shoe cabinet beside her, but also threw her bag over there, and finally took her to the living room and pushed her onto the sofa.

"Curtains!" Yang Qingwei reminded after finally squeezed out the gap, but he casually said to close the curtains, and the curtains closed automatically. She forgot that the home is smart!

Yang Qingwei wanted to cry without tears, and said several times to take a bath first, but he pushed him away with the excuse of "washing after finishing". Yang Qingwei felt that his life would be lost tonight.

In fact, it's not that they haven't been crazy before, but it's basically because Fu Tingjun went crazy and he was forced to. Although it's the same today, at least they have feelings for each other.

From the living room to the bedroom, Yang Qingwei was in a daze, only holding him tightly with both hands. Recently, the fingernails grew a little longer, and Fu Tingjun had a few scratches on his back.

I have to admit that living alone is still good, but they can't keep running between them.

After cleaning up the two of them, Fu Ting carried her to the second bedroom and was very satisfied with the bruises on her body.

"Good night!" Fu Tingjun's voice was much gentler after kissing her swollen lips.

The night is sultry, the room is warm, and the two embrace each other to sleep.