Fu Tingjun, let's get divorced

Yang Qingwei entered the room on the front foot, and Fu Tingjun came on the back foot. Yang Qingwei looked at him suspiciously.

"What kind of eyes do you have? Shouldn't I come in?" After closing the door, Fu Tingjun was curious, "Are you going to make fun of them?"

"What Yayoi said, I'm not sure either."

"Go!" Fu Tingjun patted her head and said, "By the way, let's take care of your hair and forget about the massage. I'll take you to the hot spring after the holiday!"

"It's the Chinese New Year during the holidays. Why don't you spend the New Year with your parents?"

"You can be a family together!" Fu Tingjun smiled, "Go take a shower, I'll help you get your clothes!"

Yang Qingwei retorted vigilantly, "No, I'll do it myself!"

Let him look for clothes, so can she go out today?
Holding the bathrobe and going to the bathroom, Fu Tingjun didn't leave. He just sat on the sofa beside him and transferred the money to her. He replied a few messages by the way. Seeing that she hadn't come out yet, he went downstairs.

"Hey, is our Boss Fu finished?" Fu Misheng, who was playing games with his mobile phone, joked without even looking at him. Fu Tingjun sat across from her unceremoniously, glanced at the magazine on the coffee table, and then took the Come and read one.

"It's not like you, playing every day."

At the end of the round, Fu Misheng put down his phone and stared at him, saying, "Who said that I have serious work, if you don't believe me, you can ask Weiwei!"

"Call me sister-in-law!" Fu Tingjun reminded.

"Tch, if I called my sister-in-law, her vest would have fallen off!" Fu Misheng reminded, "Are you busy today? If you're not busy, why don't you come with us? We still need a driver!"

Madam Fu just sat there, drinking tea occasionally, continuing to look at the tablet, ignoring the quarrel between the siblings.

Fu Tingjun thought about it, there is really nothing important today, it's okay to go out with them, but if it's him and Yang Qingwei, it's okay, if they are added, he has to think carefully, after all, they are skin care and hair care He didn't want to wait at the door all the time.

Just when he was hesitating, Fu Misheng said, "Don't you want to see your wife's face after beauty treatment?"

One sentence hit Fu Tingjun's lungs, so he got up and went upstairs, just in time to meet Yang Qingwei who came out of the bathroom, Fu Tingjun took her by the shoulders and went to the cloakroom.

"There seems to be a little less clothes, do you want to buy a few sets?"

Yang Qingwei snatched the clothes he was holding, and corrected, "I have a lot of clothes, both in this room and yours, as well as those in Tianyujing Garden. If you buy any more, you won't be able to put them down!"

Speaking of Tianyujingyuan, Fu Tingjun suddenly remembered that the utility room hadn't been renovated yet. She said she didn't buy a wardrobe before, so it seems that it is necessary to tidy it up now.

"Hurry up and change your clothes, let's go buy a wardrobe in a while!"

"what?"

Yang Qingwei was pushed to the cloakroom by him before she could react. After helping her choose clothes, she went downstairs and asked Fu Misheng the address of the beauty salon they went to. Mrs. Fu's puzzled eyes were pulled away by Fu Tingjun.

Yang Qingwei was dazed until she got in the car, "What are you going to do?"

"Our house hasn't been measured yet."

"what???"

With a puzzled look on her face, Yang Qingwei took a shower in Zhenyuan, changed her clothes, and followed Fu Tingjun home. What is this?

She thought he had something important to do, but when she got home, she only measured the size of the utility room, and Yang Qingwei was stunned.

"what are you doing?"

"Didn't you see it? Measure the size!"

Yang Qingwei was speechless. After he memorized all the measurements, Yang Qingwei didn't want to move anymore, but she was still dragged by him to make a face.

"Does this face have to be beautiful?" Yang Qingwei felt her head buzzing as she sat in the passenger seat unrequitedly.

"Don't you want to attend the annual meeting beautifully?"

Yang Qingwei finally looked at him, and asked with ambiguous eyes, "Will there be red envelopes this year?"

Fu Tingjun pretended to think about it and said, "Last year, someone got a car."

Yang Qingwei regained her spirits immediately, sat upright and said, "I'll go!"