Fu Tingjun, let's get divorced

When Yang Qingwei woke up, it was already past dinner time, and Fu Tingjun had already gone to work in the study. As for Fu Misheng, she piled up all the projects she had investigated before and waited to discuss with Yang Qingwei.

The room was dim, the curtains had been drawn, leaving only the faint yellow wall lamp.

Yang Qingwei glanced around at the surrounding environment, always feeling familiar, but couldn't remember it for a while.She just closed her eyes and let herself go.The past few days have not been comfortable in my hometown.

In the silence, Fu Tingjun's figure appeared in his mind, and Yang Qingwei pursed the corners of his lips silently.

Generally speaking, his performance during this period was not bad. Although he was very unhappy before, the few days in his hometown were still very harmonious. However, she had already said that he wanted a divorce. What should he do now that he is in such a stalemate?

Yang Qingwei felt that it was necessary for her to find the master to settle the matter. Two peach blossoms, one died without a problem, and the other hurt each other. What kind of peach blossoms are these?
Annoyed, she turned over and covered her head with the quilt, paused for a moment and suddenly remembered something, immediately stretched out her arm to turn on the desk lamp, looked at the quilt and the desk lamp on the bedside table, a bad premonition came to her heart, she sat up suddenly and looked around Only then did he confirm that he was sleeping in Fu Tingjun's bedroom.

She felt that this room looked familiar, so it was like this, how did she get in?
He looked down at his clothes, it turned out to be his pajamas, he was crazy.

Yang Qingwei didn't care about getting dizzy, so she got up and went to the cloakroom to find clothes. When she moved out of Zhenyuan, she took all her clothes away. The ones here are all big brands bought by Fu Tingjun. She used to think it was expensive, but now she thinks it doesn't matter how expensive it is. His clothes are more comfortable than his.

dying!
Yang Qingwei chose a sky-blue dress, and went to search for underwear. When she was holding the clothes and was about to go to the bathroom to wash up, she happened to meet Fu Tingjun who came in. The clothes in her arms fell directly to the ground, and the black underwear lay quietly. In her sky-blue dress, she didn't notice it at all.

Fu Tingjun looked at her, then at the clothes that fell on the floor, and was finally attracted by his pajamas on her.

The dark blue pajamas were worn almost to her knees, and the trousers underneath were simply unnecessary. She even rolled up a few layers, but the fabric was silky, and the rolled up parts had already fallen to the ground.

Fu Tingjun couldn't help laughing at her stunned look, Yang Qingwei's face turned red, and when her soul returned to her place, she hurriedly squatted down to pick up her clothes and was about to run away, but just two steps away, her white feet stepped on the bottom of her trousers. Leaping forward, Fu Tingjun restrained his smile and took two quick steps to stand in front of him. She happened to fall into his arms.

With the easing of the relationship and the current ambiguity, Yang Qingwei feels that everyone is familiar.

"Why are you in such a hurry? Am I not here?" He didn't dare to let her see his worry, so he deliberately changed the subject.

Yang Qingwei gritted her teeth and struggled out of his arms, and he protected her so that she would not fall again.

"Don't put gold on your face, I was tripped by myself!" Yang Qingwei defended herself, saying that she put her clothes in her arms and walked towards the bathroom with small steps.

She needs to take a quick shower or it'll be overcooked!
Fu Tingjun didn't irritate her any more, but just sat on a chair beside her and used his mobile phone to reply to messages.The email has been answered, and only the phone is left.

But his mind wasn't on the phone, it was the man in the bathroom.

I don't know how she felt when she found out that she had returned to Zhenyuan?But so far it doesn't look happy.

If only she could be left alone.

Fu Tingjun sat there thinking wildly, but his heart was worried about the bathroom.

When Yang Qingwei came out, Fu Tingjun had already put down his phone, glanced at her, said that he was going to take a bath too, and asked her to stay here first, and if he had something to say to her later, Yang Qingwei naturally didn't want to, but he kept asking, he was under the eaves, She had to bow her head.

What can I say?Yang Qingwei thought that it was good for the two of them to be deadlocked like this.