Fu Tingjun, let's get divorced

To put it nicely, she used to wait at home most of the time, just like the concubine in the deep palace waiting for the king's visit every day. Now that the dynasty has changed, it is still the same, but it is she who lives in the deep palace.

But now is not the time to talk about this.

"It's a pity that our working hours don't coincide." Yang Qingwei smiled. She suddenly felt that it would be good to cooperate with Yayoi to open a store, but it was a pity that she didn't have much funds.

"What did you tell our director? It's outrageous to take an accountant on a business trip!" She didn't go to work yesterday and was on a business trip again today. Yang Qingwei didn't think the boss needed to take a newbie like her with him on a business trip.

"I told him that I wanted to take my wife on a trip, and he agreed." Fu Tingjun said it matter-of-factly, and Yang Qingwei almost spit out the soup.

"Is that what you said?"

Fu Tingjun answered very sincerely, and Yang Qingwei felt that her relationship with Fu Tingjun could not be hidden at all - although it had been exposed, it was only in their office. Now it seems that most of the company knows about it.

"You don't need to use this method to resign me? What should I do when I go back? Resign?"

"Don't you want to open a store, Yayoi? You two can open a store, or find some projects to invest in. It's better than working in an office."

Yang Qingwei narrowed her eyes and stared at him curiously, "So how many investment projects do you have?"

"Want to know?"

Yang Qingwei shook her head and leaned back, "I don't covet your property, don't worry!"

Fu Tingjun smiled, "Of course I'm relieved, we have a prenuptial property agreement!"

Yang Qingwei then remembered that he asked her to sign a bunch of agreements before they got married. She only read some of them, but later found that she couldn't play with him at all. Whether he understood it or not, it was easy for him to kill her, so she gave up. , now I think it should be all property agreements.

The topic was a bit heavy. Yang Qingwei continued to eat with her head down, but Fu Tingjun spoke.

"Is there anything you want?"

Yang Qingwei was puzzled.

"Do you want anything like a house, car, money, or shares?" Yang Qingwei shook her head.

In fact, even if she doesn't want it, the house she lives in now and the car she drives are all his, and it doesn't make any difference whether she wants it or not.

"Are your desires so low?"

Yang Qingwei put down her fork, looked at him seriously and asked: "Do you always send your ex-girlfriends like this? Oh, no, they are lovers at best!"

Seeing the jealousy on her lips, Fu Tingjun became interested, "Yes, they are lovers at most. Lovers are easy to get rid of. You can give me a house and a car to accompany me." He glanced at Yang Qingwei as he spoke, "Unlike my wife, I just work every day and don’t make much money.”

Yang Qingwei tightened her hand on the fork, tried hard to suppress the turmoil in her heart, and pretended to be calm, "Yeah, I don't have the ability. Who told you not to find a few lovers together? If you regret it, look for it here, I Make room for you immediately!"

Even though her heart was boiling with sourness, she didn't want to admit defeat.

Fu Tingjun smiled and asked the waiter to bring a dessert.

"just kidding with you!"

Yang Qingwei did not intend to let him go.

"I know, but I'm also curious as to what do you think of women? Accessories or playthings?"

Fu Tingjun looked at her in confusion and listened to her words word by word, "You seem to like the feeling of being hugged on both sides. How would you feel if a girl hugged you on both sides?"

"I don't engage in female competition, but I can't stand the way you show off."

Fu Tingjun's eyes darkened and his tone became more serious, "You don't think it's right for us to meet, do you?"

"If it wasn't because I needed your help, do you think I would just give in?" Yang Qingwei finally expressed her resentment, but what she hated even more was that she had fallen in love with him.

Desserts were served, but the sweetness was weakened by the atmosphere. A good dinner was met with swords and swords. Fu Tingjun regretted his topic a little.