But after Meng Hao finished writing a poem of "Quiet Night Thoughts" confidently, he threw the pen on the table and looked at Wang Qiu with a proud look on his face.
He knows that his writing is not good, but what he wants is this kind of confidence.
He pulled Wang Qiu into his arms, pushed her against the table, and before she could react, he leaned over and kissed her lips.
Wang Qiu was caught off guard and didn't expect him to be so bold. The first reaction in his head was to push him away, but Wang Qiu didn't dare to move like a wet plaster.
Fortunately, Meng Hao let go of her after a few seconds. Wang Qiu couldn't react for a moment and just stared at him in disbelief.
Meng Hao felt a little guilty when she glared at him, so he took a few steps back, then turned and walked towards the door.
Wang Qiu just watched him go, wondering whether he should scold him at this time and what kind of response would be correct.
Meng Hao opened the door and paused for a moment, then turned to look at her: "Sorry, I actually have a lot to say to you, but my mind is in a mess right now. I, I'll see you tomorrow."
After saying that, he immediately ran away, leaving Wang Qiu, who had not yet recovered, standing there.
For a long time, she no longer thought about what had just happened. She 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, she could see the main street outside. Now there was no excitement, only lonely lights.
Wang Qiu walked to the bedroom, opened the drawer, and took out the divorce agreement that she had prepared a long time ago. The agreement was very simple, with only a few pages. She read it over, and then sighed.
The next day was Tuesday. Wang Qiu got up early in the morning and put on his favorite modified Chinese-style dress that reached to the bare feet, a dark gray shawl, and ordinary white sneakers.
Then she stuffed the divorce agreement into her bag and went out without hesitation.
After being married for so many years, she has only come to Qin Chupei's company a handful of times. Most of the time she goes her own way. She never asks about the company's affairs, and Qin Chupei rarely asks her about the calligraphy class.
Junsheng Building is located about an hour's drive from home. It is a gathering place for office buildings, and most of the white-collar workers who work here come and go with their heads raised proudly.
Wang Qiu couldn't find a parking place, and he needed to register to enter the company's underground parking lot. Wang Qiu backed up his car and parked it right in front of the building. He got out of the car and leaned on the car, looking up at the scene. Donglou, 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 him, and walked toward the revolving door in the center of the building.
She rarely comes to the company, but every time she comes, she feels that Qin Chupei is really a well-deserved talent. According to Qin’s mother, Qin Chupei was only 21 years old and took over the company before graduating from college. In just ten years, It went public within a few years.
Wang Qiu doesn't understand this. She only knows two words, awesome.
She walked to the lobby. The lady at the front desk was pretty and lovely, especially the smile on her face, which made people feel happy unconsciously when she saw her.
The little girl at the front desk told Wang Qiu with a polite smile that she had to make an appointment to see Mr. Qin. She also told Wang Qiu that she could tell the front desk which company she was from and what she was doing, and the front desk would convey it to her then.
Wang Qiu returned the favor with a polite smile, then took out his cell phone to call Qin Chupei, but no one answered.
