But after Meng Hao confidently wrote a poem of silent night thoughts, he threw the pen on the table proudly and looked at Wang Qiu with a proud face.

He knew he couldn't write well, but he wanted that kind of confidence.

He dragged Wang Qiu into his arms, pressed her against the table, and then leaned over to her lips before she could react.

Wang Qiu was caught off guard, he didn't expect him to be so bold at all, and the first reaction in his head was to push him away, but Wang Qiu didn't dare to move like an undried plaster.

Fortunately, after a few seconds, Meng Hao let go of her, and Wang Qiu couldn't react for a while, just stared at him incredulously.

Meng Hao was a little heartbroken by her, took a few steps back, and then turned around and walked towards the door.

Wang Qiu just watched him go, thinking about whether he should scold him at this time, and what kind of reaction was correct.

Meng Hao opened the door and paused for a while, then turned his head to look at her: "I'm sorry, I actually have a lot of things to say to you, but my mind is in a mess now, I, I'll look for you tomorrow." ”

After speaking, he immediately fled, leaving Wang Qiu, who had not yet returned to his senses, standing in place.

For a long time, she no longer thought about what happened just now, just stood in front of the window and looked outside, it was already late at night, standing in front of the floor-to-ceiling window and could see the main street outside, now there was no liveliness, only cold and silent lights.

Wang Qiu walked to the bedroom and opened the drawer, and took out the divorce agreement that had been prepared a long time ago, the agreement was very simple, only a few pages, she flipped through it, and then sighed.

The next day was Tuesday, and early in the morning, Wang Qiu got up and put on his favorite modified Chinese-style long skirt that reached his feet, a dark gray shawl, and ordinary white board shoes.

Then she stuffed the divorce agreement into her bag and went out without hesitation.

After being married for so many years, she has come to Qin Chupei's company only a handful of times, most of the time she has her own way, she never asks about the company, and Qin Chupei rarely asks her about the calligraphy class.

The location of Junsheng Building is far from home, that is, about an hour's drive, this is a gathering place for office buildings, and most of the white-collar workers who work here are also arrogantly tilting their heads back and forth.

Wang Qiu didn't want to find a place to park, and the company's underground parking lot also needed to be registered to enter, Wang Qiu reversed the car, parked in front of the building, got out of the car, leaned on the car and looked up at the building, and leisurely took out a cigarette from his pocket.

A security guard ran up to her and told her, "Sorry ma'am, you can't park here." ”

Wang Qiu glanced at him, took off his sunglasses, ignored them, and walked towards the revolving door in the center of the building.

She rarely comes to the company, but every time she comes, she will feel that Qin Chupei is really a well-deserved talent, listening to Qin's mother, Qin Chupei was only twenty-one years old at the time, and he took over the company without graduating from college, and he actually went public in just ten years.

Wang Qiu doesn't understand this, she only knows two words, awesome.

She walked to the hall, and the front desk lady looked peugeot and lovely, especially the smile on her face, which made people unconsciously beautiful when she saw it.

The little girl at the front desk told Wang Qiu politely and smiled that if she wanted to see Mr. Qin, she had to make an appointment, and told Wang Qiu that she could tell the front desk which company she was from and what she was going to do, and the front desk would convey it at that time.

Wang Qiu also smiled politely in return, then took out his mobile phone to call Qin Chupei, but still no one answered.