Fu Tingjun, let's get divorced

Chapter 295 Annual Meeting (5)

When Fu Misheng came over, Yang Qingwei had already left with Sister Meng, and Fu Misheng asked them if they wanted to go to see the performance in front of them?Everyone waved their hands, what a joke, the leaders in front of them, they don't want to go over, just eat and drink like now, and just get a small gift when the lottery is drawn later.

The so-called annual meeting is just a carnival before the holiday.

"Where are Weiwei and Sister Meng?" Fu Misheng was curious.

"They went to the bathroom." Yaoyao said.

"Wei Wei seems to be drunk." Ming Xi added.

Fu Misheng was thoughtful, got up and walked towards the bathroom, but after waiting for a long time, he didn't see the two of them, so he ran to the eighth floor after thinking about it, and sure enough, he saw the two of them in the office.

"Yayoi, it's great that you're here, do you have any hangover medicine? I think Weiwei seems to be drunk."

"No." Fu Misheng said, "Well, I'll go and see if my brother's office is available." She was about to leave, but just as she opened the door, she suddenly thought of something and said to Sister Meng, "Forget it, I'm here Accompany her, you go to the annual meeting."

"But you..."

"Oh, it's okay, anyway, I don't want to chat with those old men, so it's just an excuse to hide away, you go!" Fu Misheng said generously, "Oh, by the way, remember to draw a lottery for Weiwei and me!"

After hearing what she said, Sister Meng didn't force her anymore and left.

After Sister Meng left, Fu Misheng looked at Yang Qingwei who was lying on the table and called her cautiously. Yang Qingwei groaned and continued to sleep.

Fu Misheng took out her mobile phone from her satchel and secretly took pictures, and then sent them to Fu Tingjun. She seemed to be afraid that he would not see them, so she also called him, and she hung up when there was a ring, and then said on WeChat, "" Your wife is drunk, do you want me to take her to the office? Or, take her home?"

It didn't take long for there to reply.

"where are you?"

Fu Misheng snickered, "The eighth floor, the second accounting department."

Putting away the phone, Fu Misheng looked at Yang Qingwei and said, "Baby, remember to thank me!"

It didn't take long for Fu Tingjun to arrive, and Fu Misheng greeted him proudly.

"Oh, I ran over as soon as I heard that my wife was drunk. It seems that she really takes it very seriously." Fu Misheng joked that Fu Ting didn't even bother to talk to her.

"How much did she drink?" Fu Tingjun was a little worried when he saw her lying on the table and sleeping, except that she was drunk the first time I saw her, and she had never touched alcohol since then, why would she drink today?
Fu Misheng rolled her eyes, "How do I know, I was called by my father to meet all the uncles, and I didn't have time to look at her at all."

It's too late to say anything now, Fu Tingjun said, "I'll take her to the lounge, and you watch her."

Fu Misheng was surprised.

"Your lounge?"

"Otherwise?" As he said that, Fu Tingjun had already leaned over to hug her, Fu Misheng hurried over to help open the door, and then opened the elevator, in case anyone saw him, he took the boss's exclusive elevator.

After entering the elevator, Fu Misheng realized that Yang Qingwei's bag hadn't been brought up yet, so after Fu Tingjun sent Yang Qingwei to the lounge, he went downstairs to get the bag.

Fu Tingjun helped her take off her coat, covered her with the quilt, looked at her rosy cheeks and couldn't help rubbing her thumbs.

Even though he doesn't know how to drink, he drank so much.

Yang Qingwei seemed to be lying uncomfortably, turned over and pouted, Fu Tingjun smiled.

When Fu Misheng came to the office, he saw Sister Meng holding the hangover medicine in her hand, and they looked at each other, a little embarrassed.

Fu Misheng was the first to break the embarrassment.

"I'm here to help with the bag." Fu Misheng went to Yang Qingwei's station to pick up her bag. When she was about to leave, Sister Meng stopped her, and Fu Misheng looked at her in confusion.

"She has a reason, doesn't she?"

Fu Misheng didn't know how to answer.She wanted to help Yang Qingwei hide it, but now, it seems that she can't hide it.

"It's out of my control." Fu Misheng confessed.

Sister Meng smiled and gave her the hangover medicine, "Take one pill at a time and drink it with warm water."

Fu Misheng squeezed the medicine box, her voice choked up, "Thank you."

(End of this chapter)