Fu Tingjun, let's get divorced

Chapter 367 Resignation
When Fu Tingjun went downstairs, Yang Qingwei had already put the takeaway on a plate and was eating a bucket of hot and sour noodles. Fu Tingjun couldn't help but frown when he saw this.

“How do you eat this?”

Yang Qingwei raised her head and swallowed the food in her mouth and replied: "This is mine, yours is on the plate."

Fu Tingjun glanced at his dinner. It was all his favorite food and he had no objection. However, he still found it a little hard to accept what she was eating.

"Eat less of these, it's bad for your health."

"I know." After saying that, he picked up the vinegar next to him and poured some. Fu Tingjun frowned.

"You still want to add such a strong sour taste?"

Only then did Yang Qingwei realize that her taste had changed and immediately put away the vinegar bottle.

"Really? Maybe there's not enough vinegar in his house." Yang Qingwei stole a glance at him to avoid his suspicion and changed the subject, "Well, there's something I want to discuss with you."

"What's the matter?" Fu Tingjun asked nonchalantly while taking a bite of his food.

"I want to quit."

Fu Tingjun finally looked up and looked at her in confusion.

"I was delayed for so long when I went abroad before, and now Xiaodong is like this, I don't have much mood to work. I thought it would be better to be a full-time wife at home, is that okay?"

Fu Tingjun stared at her for a while and finally nodded.

"Sure, you can do whatever you want. I've said before, if you're interested in something, just do it. Don't worry about the money."

"Thank you."

Fu Tingjun had no opinion on the work, but after she finished two servings of hot and sour noodles and hesitated when she said she wanted to resign, Fu Tingjun guessed that she was hiding something from him, but when she was in the hospital, there were bodyguards and aunts, and they didn't say anything strange about Yang Qingwei's behavior, and she didn't do anything strange when she got home, so Fu Tingjun didn't think much about it. Yang Qingwei did what she said, and after Fu Tingjun agreed, she went to the company to handle the resignation procedures, but before, only the people in the office knew that she was the boss's wife, but now the whole company knew, so they were a little more flattering when they saw her. Yang Qingwei didn't want to find out how they knew, after all, she was leaving, and it didn't matter whether they knew or not.

Fu Misheng was a little happy to know that she was going to resign. She came to the company because of Yang Qingwei. Now that she was quitting, what was the point of staying here? What's more, the few people she knew before were all studying photography, and Fu Misheng liked it. She originally wanted to go on a photography trip with them. Now that Yang Qingwei was gone, there was no need for her to stay, so she also wanted to resign. Yang Qingwei was about to explode.

"If I leave, you will leave too. What will you do with Sister Lan and the others?" Fu Misheng told her this when he came to have dinner in the evening. Yang Qingwei didn't quite accept it.

"Do you think Sister Lan can still treat us the same way after what happened?"

Yang Qingwei said nothing.

"In fact, I wanted to resign a long time ago, but I stayed here just to accompany you. Now that you want to leave, there is no need for me to stay. If they are short of people, let them recruit. They recruit people every year anyway, so it doesn't matter if there are a few more this year. But what are you going to do after you leave? Don't tell me you really want to be a full-time housewife, I don't believe it!"

Yang Qingwei, who was cutting vegetables, stopped, thought about it, and still didn't say anything.

"I don't know either. I just had too many things to do recently and didn't want to delay my work, so I had to resign."

Fu Misheng suddenly came forward and hugged her waist. Yang Qingwei struggled subconsciously, but Fu Misheng thought she didn't want to be touched, so he stepped back unhappily.

"What's that expression on your face? What's wrong with hugging? It's not like you haven't hugged before. Did my brother put a ban on that again?"

Yang Qingwei didn't want to listen to her imagination and denied it directly. Fortunately, Fu Misheng didn't care and continued to talk about his plan.

“I plan to open a studio and specialize in photography in the future.”

After cutting the last knife, Yang Qingwei looked at her and asked, "Do you like photography?"

Fu Misheng stepped forward happily: "Didn't I say that? I like photography very much, but because of Zhou... I didn't continue. Didn't we meet a photographer before? After talking to them, I felt good, so I wanted to open a studio and sign them in. Then I can use my brother's power to find some projects and earn money. The key is that I don't have to work from nine to five. How about it, my plan is good, right?"

After she said that, what else could Yang Qingwei say? She could only say that money is powerful.