Mr. Fu, please stop being abusive. Madam has already signed the divorce papers.

Early the next morning.

When Wen Liang woke up, Fu Zheng was already up.

He was dressed neatly and sat at the dining table waiting for her to have breakfast together. After breakfast, they went to the company together.

There was a knock on the office door. Wen Liang looked up from the computer and said, "Come in."

Director Wen. Assistant Yang pressed the door handle and came in from the outside, "Mr. Fu asked me to deliver a document to you."

"Put it here." Wen Liang pointed to the desk in front of him.

"it is good."

After Yang Te helped him leave, Wen Liang lowered his head, picked up the folder on the table and looked through it.

What was placed in the folder was not a serious document, but a piece of paper. On it was Fu Zheng's itinerary for the past week, including every detail, including entertainment at noon and evening every day.

In the past, he would also report his itinerary to her, but not in such detail.

Just like today at noon, Fu Zheng had a dinner party.

Just then his message came in: "I'm not in the company at noon, so I ordered lunch for you. After eating, you can go to my lounge to have a rest."

"it is good."

After get off work at noon, Assistant Yang delivered the takeout.

After eating warm and cool. So he went to Fu Zheng's lounge and squinted for a while.

When I woke up, it was almost time to go to work in the afternoon.

Wen Liang put on her shoes, tidied her clothes, and was about to go out when she suddenly heard voices in the office outside.

"...Is there anything else?"

This is Fu Zheng's voice.

He should have come back from outside.

"There is one more personal matter." A female voice sounded.

This is Wu Ling's voice.

Wu Ling said, "Mr. Fu, today is my birthday. I plan to invite my colleagues in the department to have dinner and sing karaoke together. I see that you recommended the cocktail party tonight, why not join us?"

"No, you just play."

Wu Ling looked at Fu Zheng's indifferent expression and said, "Mr. Fu, just give me a favor. This is a department gathering. They will definitely be happy if you go. I heard that you just joined other departments not long ago. When you go to a hot spring resort, you can’t favor one thing over another.”

"...Okay, I see."

Soon there was the sound of high heels leaving outside.

Wen Liang pushed open the door of the lounge.

Fu Zheng was standing by the floor-to-ceiling window. When he heard the sound, he walked towards Wen Liang, "Are you awake?"

"Ah."

"Wu Ling is having a department dinner for her birthday tonight and invites me over. Do you want to come with me?"

Wen Liang glanced at him, "You clearly know that Wu Ling and I don't have a good relationship. It's her birthday. If I go, will she be mad? And I'm not from their department."

"So what if you're not from their department? If you come with me, can they still drive you away?"

"Then in what capacity should I go?"

"What do you think? Colleagues? Or... my wife?"

Wen Liang raised his eyes and looked at Fu Zheng, and he looked at him with serious and sincere eyes.

Wen Liang lowered her eyelashes and pursed her lips lightly, "You'd better go on your own."

There were already rumors of their affair in the company, and she was following him there, fearing that she really couldn't clean it up.

Of course they can't clean it up in the first place.

It's just that Wen Liang has no open desire now.

"Didn't you say that Wu Ling likes me? Aren't you afraid?" Fu Zheng looked deeply at Wen Liang.

She was so relieved that he was getting along with Wu Ling and wasn't jealous at all?

"Don't you believe she likes you?" Wen Liang raised her eyebrows, "You go ahead on your own, I believe you."

Fu Zheng doesn't believe that Wu Ling likes him, which means that he has no thoughts about Wu Ling and has nothing to do with Wu Ling.

She didn't want to deal with this mess either.

Besides, it was better for her to rest at home while she was pregnant.

Looking at Wen Liang's trusting eyes, Fu Zheng suddenly felt frustrated.

There is no joy of trust at all.

"……All right."

Since she doesn't want to, he won't force it.

"Then I’ll get busy first. "

"Hmm. "

Wen Liang walked out of the office, and suddenly his footsteps stopped.

Wu Ling was standing not far away, looking at her with burning eyes.

Wen Liang smiled lightly, "Director Wu, good afternoon."

Wu Ling glared at Wen Liang, snorted and left.

……

The restaurant Wu Ling booked was a local restaurant.

After Fu Zheng took his seat, the employees sat down around the round table in twos and threes.

It was difficult to prioritize the round table. Fu Zheng was seated as the head of the table, with Wu Ling and another deputy director on the left and right.

The dishes were ordered in advance and were served quickly after everyone sat down.

Wu Ling specifically asked Fu Zheng on WeChat what he likes to eat, and Fu Zheng only replied, "Just do whatever you want. Ask everyone for their opinions."

Wu Ling couldn't ask any more questions.

After working together for so many years, she and Fu Zheng had dined at the same table many times, and Fu Zheng had never seen him prefer any dish.

Mature and stable, invisible in appearance.

Fu Zheng moved his chopsticks, and other employees began to eat slowly.

Every department has one or two lively people, and the public relations department is no exception. The dinner table quickly became lively.

Fu Zheng leaned on the back of his chair, holding the wine glass, and occasionally said something.

Some people are like this. Sitting there, people can notice the aura that they have accumulated for a long time.

Wu Ling picked up the serving chopsticks and put a piece of green vegetables on the plate in front of Fu Zheng: "I wonder if Mr. Fu likes to eat it?"

Fu Zheng glanced at the vegetables on the plate and didn't answer. He just said, "Thank you. You don't have to pick up the vegetables for me."

"..."

Wu Ling put down the serving chopsticks.

She kept paying attention out of the corner of her eye.

The vegetables on Fu Zheng's plate remained untouched.

Wu Ling felt disappointed.

At this time, the screen of Fu Zheng's mobile phone on the table lit up.

The message prompt is the icon of WeChat.

Fu Zheng picked up the phone to unlock the screen and replied to the message. For a moment, Wu Ling caught a glimpse of the contact above the dialog box on the screen - Wen Liang.

It's unknown what Wen Liang sent, but she saw that Fu Zheng's face softened a lot, and then he started typing back the message. Wu Ling felt like a cat scratching her heart.

Another message came back from the other side. Fu Zheng smiled and continued typing.

Speaking of which, Fu Zheng rarely uses WeChat. Most of the time he makes phone calls and sends emails. He rarely uses WeChat while holding his mobile phone like this.

Wu Ling looked at Fu Zheng's movements and suddenly thought of Fu Zheng's interaction with Wen Liang. She felt sour in her heart and couldn't help clenching her chopsticks.

At this time, the screen of Fu Zheng's cell phone lit up again.

He was about to reply.

But I heard Wu Ling next to me say, "Mr. Fu, I'd like to toast you. Thank you Mr. Fu for your care over the years. I will do my best to contribute to the Fu family in the future."

Fu Zheng turned off the screen, put down his phone, and took the wine glass, "You're welcome."

Seeing this, the deputy director poured a glass of wine to toast Fu Zheng.

Department employees are well educated.

Fu Zheng drank three more glasses and stopped so that they didn't have to toast.

Halfway through, a call came in from Fu Zheng's cell phone. It was from the driver.

Fu Zheng walked slowly to the corridor and answered the phone.

The driver said: "Mr. Fu, the tire has punctured. I have called the 4S shop and asked them to take care of it. Now I should go back and drive another car?"

Fu Zheng paused for a moment, "You go back first. I'll ask my wife to come over after it's over."

"it is good."

After hanging up the phone, Fu Zheng opened Wen Liang's WeChat dialog box, and the chat history in it stayed at just now.

"Are you going to sing later?"

Fu Zheng didn't reply and made a phone call.

The bell rang, and within two rings it was answered. A warm voice came from the phone, "Hey, are you out?"

"Ah."

"Okay, drink less wine."

Wen Liang had told him this during the WeChat chat just now, and now he emphasized it again.

"I know."

"Are you going to sing again? When will you come back? Should I go to bed first?"

"I'm going to take a seat. I won't stay long. The driver just told me that the tire was flat. I asked him to go back first. Will you pick me up after that?"

The other end of the phone hesitated for a moment, "Okay, don't be too late."

"Well, be careful on the road." Fu Zheng whispered.

After hanging up the phone, Fu Zheng stood in front of the corridor window for a while.

The cool breeze blew by, blowing away the heat all over my body.

Perhaps he had drank some wine, which made him feel a little hot, so he took off his coat and put it on his elbows.

Wu Ling came out of the box and looked at the man's generous back and upright posture. She couldn't take her eyes away for a long time.