Fu Tingjun, let's get divorced

Chapter 37
In a bright room, Yang Qingwei was sitting on the sofa and browsing the listings on her mobile phone. She looked at a few more. Although it was far from the city center, there were also recruitment jobs nearby. Work.

You can use Tang Xue as an excuse to find a house, but what about looking for a job?You always have to dress formally when looking for a job, and you often go in and out of various office buildings. It is impossible not to be discovered by Fu Tingjun. Yang Qingwei feels that Fu Tingjun is like a time bomb hanging above his head, which may explode at any time. It is really terrible.

Fortunately, her physical condition is much better now, as long as she gets divorced, he can't control herself, and it has nothing to do with him whether she applies for a job or moves.Thinking of this, Yang Qingwei almost cheered.

Immersed in the happy fantasy of escaping from the prison, Yang Qingwei was awakened by the dull knock on the door. She locked the phone screen and went to open the door. Mrs. Wu said that her husband was back and was waiting for her in the study. Yang Qingwei smiled and said thank you, and waited. After Mrs. Wu left, Yang Qingwei closed the door and went to the bedside cabinet to take out the "Divorce Agreement" that she had written before. She flipped through it briefly, sighed, then turned and walked towards the study.

After waiting for a long time, it finally came to today, she must not miss it!
Gathering her mind, Yang Qingwei knocked on the door leading to freedom.

"Come in!" Fu Tingjun's voice was deep and powerful, passing through the door to her eardrums, Yang Qingwei turned the handle and walked in.

He probably just came back, he was still wearing a shirt and trousers, and his tie was hanging loosely around his neck. At this time, he was standing in front of the window with his hands on his hips, as if he was thinking about something.

Yang Qingwei wanted to see his face clearly through the glass, but it was a pity that the sky hadn't completely darkened yet and the glass couldn't reflect a clear outline.

"Fu Tingjun." Yang Qingwei held the "Divorce Agreement" in front of her chest and called his name carefully. Fu Tingjun seemed to sigh heavily, because Yang Qingwei saw his shoulders undulating slightly, and finally turned to look at her , expressionless, Yang Qingwei felt that a large block of ice was about to gush out of her throat, but it was a pity that it was directly stuck there, making it difficult for her to breathe.

Fu Tingjun glanced at her and went straight to the comfortable seat. He glanced at the documents on the table, put them aside casually, then took a pen and played with it in his hand, and looked at her lazily leaning against her slightly jokingly. Yang Qingwei was startled by the appearance of raising Erlang's legs on the chair as if he was about to judge her.

"You..." She wanted to ask him what's wrong, but thinking of the identities of the two of them, she suppressed the words.

"Sit!" He raised his chin, the pen in his hand was still spinning, but at this moment he was quite different from before.

Yang Qingwei came to him tremblingly, pulled the chair gently, and sat on it tremblingly after making sure that there were no swords, guns, swords or halberds on it.

The corners of Fu Tingjun's mouth curled up in disdain, but Yang Qingwei remained silent.

"I heard you were looking for me, what's the matter?" The voice remained the same, but Yang Qingwei felt like the calm before the storm.

The hand holding the "Divorce Agreement" was tight, and Yang Qingwei didn't dare to speak.

Fu Tingjun's eyes caught the A4 paper in her hand, and said lightly, "What is that?"

"I..." Yang Qingwei hesitated to speak.

Fu Tingjun threw the pen in his hand on the table and got up, came to her side and grabbed the stack of A4 papers. Seeing the five big characters on it, the emotions that had been suppressed for a long time finally broke out.

""Divorce Agreement"! Do you want a divorce?" The tightened throat made his voice deeper and more frightening.

Sitting there, Yang Qingwei was short of breath, and his brewing mood was completely disrupted by him. With the thought of breaking the jar, Yang Qingwei opened her mouth.

"Yes! I want a divorce!" Yang Qingwei gritted her teeth and turned her head to look at his jawline and continued, "You promised me before that you would divorce me as soon as I recovered. Now it's time to fulfill your promise!"

(End of this chapter)