Fu Tingjun, let's get divorced

When Fu Tingjun came back, Yang Qingwei was tidying up the kitchen. He glanced at the three upside-down stainless steel basins on the table and couldn't help smiling.

"Is there no soup?" Fu Tingjun put down the keys, took off his suit, and pulled off his tie.

"Meat ball vermicelli soup, do you want it?" Yang Qingwei washed the rag and put it aside, turned around and asked.

"What kind of soup is that? Have some?" Fu Tingjun didn't care.

Yang Qingwei washed her hands and brought the soup to the table.

Fu Tingjun helped spread the heat insulation mat and told her to be careful not to get burned.

"If you are worried that I will be burned, then serve it yourself. What's the use of expressing your concern?" Yang Qingwei complained, "Go and serve the rice!"

Chairman Tangtang was arranged by Yang Qingwei to serve the rice in this way, but he didn't want to run around the restaurant's kitchen and put the rice cooker directly on the table.

"How did you do so much today?"

"Because I want to eat it!" Yang Qingwei took the rice he served, and opened the soup pot again. She couldn't help it, and went to get the bowl again.

Fu Tingjun was shocked when he saw the steaming meatball vermicelli soup. The name really matched this soup.

Meatball Vermicelli Soup is a soup made with quick-frozen meatballs from shabu-shabu and hot and sour vermicelli from the supermarket for three yuan a pack. The only embellishment is a few poor coriander. Fu Tingjun has never tasted such an easy-to-understand soup.

When Yang Qingwei came back, seeing him in a daze, she put the bowl in front of him and said dissatisfiedly, "If you don't like it, you don't have to drink it!"

Seeing that she was a little angry, Fu Tingjun happily replied, "Of course I want to drink it. How can I not drink the soup my wife cooked?" Fu Tingjun not only served soup for himself, but also for her. Yang Qingwei stared at him suspiciously. One bite, it tastes good.

"What are you looking at me for? Is there something on my face?" Fu Tingjun touched it in doubt.

"Did you see it?" Yang Qingwei was curious.

"what did you see?"

"Poster, just downstairs in the shopping mall, such a big poster, it really cost a fortune!" Yang Qingwei said, then stared at him for a while and said, "Don't say it, you have a good eye!"

Fu Tingjun always felt that this sentence was not quite right, and asked in confusion, "What do you want to say?"

"He Yingying, I used to be dissatisfied with you having an affair with her, but now that I think about it, the big president and the little star are a good story!"

Fu Tingjun's eyebrows could kill flies, "It's all over, don't mention it!"

"Is there anything I can't mention? Didn't you say it was false? Could it be true?"

Fu Tingjun looked serious, and Yang Qingwei stopped talking.

The reason why the dinner will be postponed until now is because she has been thinking about this issue since she came back. Fu Tingjun is worth pursuing no matter in appearance or inwardness. It's just that she doesn't know where she is suitable for him. She only found out when she saw He Yingying's poster today. , I really climbed up by myself, the problem is, she has no chance to climb down.

Seeing her keep silent, Fu Ting couldn't help but say, "Weiwei."

"Huh?" She still had a ball in her mouth, and her lips were red and moist with the milky white chicken balls. Fu Tingjun swallowed unnaturally.

"What's the matter?" Yang Qingwei asked again after taking off the meatballs, and Fu Ting returned to his senses a little.

"Oh, it's okay, that's it, that's it." Fu Tingjun wiped his mouth unnaturally, took another sip of soup, and then explained, "I really have nothing to do with her, and I have already issued a statement that it has nothing to do with her, you Just stop holding on to the pigtails, okay?"

"I wasn't entangled in the first place. Anyway, what you do has nothing to do with me, but I have something to discuss with you."

I was still struggling with what she should say, but I had to forget it because I had something to discuss.

"what's up?"

"Dongdong wants to come and stay for a few days during his vacation. I want to ask you, is it possible? If not, I will open a room for him." After all, it is his house, and the decision is in his hands, although she has been living there shamelessly. .

"It's too small here, let him live in a villa."

"Villa? The wedding room?"

"Well. There are guest rooms there, and there are maids to clean them on time, which is very convenient."

Yang Qingwei thought about it and agreed.