Fu Tingjun, let's get divorced

If yesterday was the foreplay, today is the dinner, and the atmosphere of Christmas is everywhere on both sides of the street. When Yang Qingwei arrived at the company, she was surprised to see that there were packaged apples and oranges on everyone's desk in the office.

"This is a gift from the company!" Sister Lan said, "Merry Christmas!"

"Merry Christmas!"

Just as they were talking, Fu Misheng came, still carrying the bag in his hand, greeted them after entering the door, and put the bag on Yaoyao's table, saying that it was a gift from her.

There are chocolate candies in the bag, one for each person.

"Thank you, Yayoi!" Yaoyao said sweetly, and the others echoed, Fu Misheng waved her hand and went to her seat.

I thought all the surprises would be in the morning, but I didn’t expect that noon would be the bustling time. From time to time, courier brothers would send flowers, from Sister Lan to Sister Meng to Yaoyao and Yayoi, and even Ming Xi received them. Brother and Yang Qingwei looked at each other.

The others were fine, mainly Fu Misheng, who received a lot, but she didn't know many people, but since someone gave it to her, she could reluctantly accept it.The originally spacious office became cramped because of these flowers.

"Hey, I'm so envious!" Brother Cheng touched his head, then turned his gaze to Yang Qingwei, "You're gone today?"

Yang Qingwei spread her hands helplessly.

Fu Misheng smelled the blue enchantress in his arms and held her in front of Brother Cheng, "This is for you, I wish you honest, kind, and pure love!"

Brother Cheng took it and said thank you with a smile.

Fu Misheng gave another bouquet of lilies to Yang Qingwei, wishing her and her boyfriend a happy marriage for a hundred years.Yang Qingwei knew that she was connoting herself, but it was not easy for so many people to get angry, so she had to take it and say thank you.

Now everyone has flowers, Yang Qingwei looked at Mingxi holding the bunch of sunflowers and couldn't help but patted his arm, the two of them looked at each other and smiled, everything was said in silence.

Life should be lived for oneself. Others' eyes belong to others, and what you hold in your hands is your own.

When she got off work in the evening, Sister Meng sprinkled water on the remaining flowers in the office, hoping that her face would still be radiant tomorrow.

Yang Qingwei carried the bunch of lilies and went back with Fu Misheng's car.She sent her downstairs as usual. When Yang Qingwei got off the car with Lily in her arms, Fu Misheng called her to stop, then took out a bag from the trunk and gave it to her, saying it was a Christmas present. Yang Qingwei smiled and said thank you, and went upstairs with flowers .

It was only when she was sitting in the elevator that she remembered that Fu Misheng had given her a Christmas present. She hadn't given Fu Misheng yet, and more importantly, she hadn't even thought about giving a gift to the second elder of the Fu family.
Walking out of the elevator nervously, unlocking and opening the door as usual, Yang Qingwei froze after turning on the light.

The house is cleaned, and the red roses she put into the water basin yesterday have been put into vases in bunches. Those vases are placed in every corner of the house. There is also a Christmas tree in the living room, with lanterns, dolls and cards hanging on it , Yang Qingwei was overwhelmed by the scenery in front of him.

what happened?

"Tingjun? Fu Tingjun? Are you back?" Yang Qingwei put down the flowers and gifts, as well as the bag on her shoulder, and searched for someone all over the room, but he wasn't there at all. Can two rows of wardrobes do so many things in one day?Yang Qingwei couldn't believe it.

But there is still no one at home!

Yang Qingwei returned to the living room a little disappointed. When she wanted to find her mobile phone to call him, she saw him standing at the door with a bouquet of red roses in his arms, and she smiled.

"Merry Christmas, Vivi!"

Yang Qingwei ran towards him with tears in her eyes and a smile.

It turned out that the surprise he was talking about was this, and she thought he wouldn't be able to come back in time.

"Scared?" Fu Tingjun asked in her ear, Yang Qingwei choked up and shook her head.

"Why did you come back?"

"Of course I don't want you to spend Christmas alone, do you like it?"

"Ok!"