Fu Tingjun, let's get divorced

Chapter 1 Rainy Night
City C, which had been gloomy all day, finally began to rain in the evening, densely packed, covering the view from afar.

Yang Qingwei gathered the wine-red nightgown on her body, threw the phone on the tea table beside her, turned around and went to the bathroom, the phone screen was on, and on the hot search page on Weibo, the names of Fu Tingjun and He Yingying were listed in the top search list. Followed by a big red "explosion".

The screen quickly went dark, only the sound of running water came from the bathroom.

In the living room on the first floor, Auntie Wu, the maid, was half squatting in front of the sofa making blankets, when she heard the door open and got up immediately, she saw Fu Tingjun appearing at the door in a neat black suit, and the maid Xiaocui helped him get the slippers.

Fu Tingjun was irritated as he took off his leather shoes and tore off the tie that had bound him for a whole day. Although the heavy rain did not wet his suit, the trousers were more or less muddy.

"Where's Madam?" Taking off her suit, she strode towards the living room and frowned when she saw the unfolded blanket on the sofa and the almost untouched fruit on the mahogany coffee table.

Aunt Wu immediately replied: "Madam has returned to the room." As if thinking of something, she added, "Madam is returning to the guest room."

As soon as the word "guest room" came out, Fu Tingjun's originally irritable face became more solemn.

Having been in the Fu family for so many years, Sister-in-law Wu is very aware of the temper of the eldest young master, but the wife has not recovered yet, and Fu Tingjun must be going up at this moment. There must be another war. The young couple can't stand the quarrel. Thinking of this, Sister-in-law Wu stepped forward to hold him .

At this time, Xiao Cui had already gone to clean up the shoes that Fu Tingjun had changed, and Uncle Zhang, the housekeeper, also went to change clothes. There were only the two of them in the huge living room, and Mrs. Wu became more courageous. She pulled Fu Tingjun and said, "Madam is not in good health yet. Depression, don't quarrel with her!"

In Fu Tingjun's memory, Mrs. Wu has been working in his house since he could remember. It can be said that she watched him grow up, and Fu Tingjun still respects her very much. Seeing her say this, he frowned slightly and nodded seriously.

The light slippers stepped on the heavy carpet without making a sound. Aunt Wu watched him walk up to the second floor step by step, not daring to relax, and turned her head to find that the blanket that had just been folded had fallen apart at some point.

Fu Tingjun came to Yang Qingwei's exclusive guest room on the second floor, and tried hard to suppress the anxiety in his heart. Rarely, he raised his index finger and knocked on the door, but no one answered him. He knocked a few more times, but still no one answered. After knocking a few times and no one answered, he turned the doorknob directly, thinking that she would lock it, but he didn't expect it to open with a light push, which surprised Fu Tingjun.

After entering the room, he looked around and saw no one, but there was a faint sound of water coming from the bathroom. Fu Tingjun walked over and was about to knock on the door politely, when the bathroom door opened from the inside, and Yang Qingwei, wrapped in a white bathrobe, appeared in front of him , black hair and white robe, her face became more and more sallow.

The four eyes met, Fu Tingjun couldn't express the tenderness on his lips, and Yang Qingwei didn't speak, but just walked around him and walked towards the cloakroom.

She was in a hurry just now, and she didn't have time to get her pajamas. Now she wanted to change into her pajamas, but he was still in the room, so Yang Qingwei had to face him squarely.

"How long do you want to watch?" Yang Qingwei threw the sky blue pajamas with Yugui dog on the bed that she found on the Internet and looked at him coldly.

Fu Tingjun's Adam's apple rolled, and he contemplated for a long time before uttering a sentence: "Watching my wife change clothes, isn't it against the law?"

Yang Qingwei didn't move, she just stared at him blankly, and said softly after a while, "Go back to your room first, I have something to tell you."

Fu Tingjun's eyes lit up. This was the first time in several months that she spoke to herself so gently. Fu Tingjun agreed without hesitation. Before going out, he even told her to wear more clothes. It was cold.

Yang Qingwei didn't speak, but her eyes turned back to him a little dimly.

(End of this chapter)