Fu Tingjun, let's get divorced

Chapter 15 Conversation
I don't know if it's "mountains and rivers, there is no way out, the willows are dark and the flowers are bright, another village", or today's sun has revealed his conscience, Fu Tingjun actually took the initiative to talk to her after returning home.

At that time, Yang Qingwei was eating porridge leaning against the back of the bed. Her appetite has improved a lot recently, and she can already eat half a bowl of porridge. Although her face is pale, it is much better than before. Spill more than half.

Seeing this, Fu Tingjun strode over to her side and put the porridge bowl aside, then lifted the quilt to check if she was burned?Fortunately, it's just a little bit on the corner of the clothes and it's not a big deal. Fu Tingjun helped her clean it up.

The porridge on the clothes was cleaned up, but there was still a lot of stains on the quilt. Fu Tingjun looked at her, and suddenly leaned over and picked her up. Yang Qingwei struggled. He said that she was here and the servants couldn't clean it up. After hearing this, Yang Qingwei had no choice but to agree.

Came to his room again, sat on his bed, Yang Qingwei wanted to say that her pajamas were dirty, sitting here would stain his quilt, unexpectedly he took out a nightgown from the cloakroom for her to change into, Yang Qingwei Looking at the gentleman in front of him, he seriously suspected that he was a fake, but it was clearly still that face, could it be that he was taken away?
Fu Tingjun didn't know what she was thinking, seeing that she was still in a daze, he asked if she had no strength?Do you want him to help?After hearing this, Yang Qingwei's pupils dilated, and she waved her hands again and again. She choked on the saliva and coughed before she could refuse. Fu Tingjun helped her back.

Changing into a nightgown in a hurry, Yang Qingwei covered the quilt up to her neck and called Fu Tingjun in. Seeing her appearance, Fu Tingjun wanted to help pull down the quilt, but he was afraid of irritating her, so he had to give up.

Fu Tingjun pulled over the chair and sat down one meter away from the bed. He crossed his legs and looked at her. Only the wall lamp and desk lamp were turned on in the room, and the light was dim. With the cover of the bedside table, he couldn't see Yang Qingwei's face clearly. Tang Xue He said that he needs to give her enough sense of security before he can talk to her. I wonder if this distance can give her the sense of security she wants?
"How is your health?" The rare gentleness still scared Yang Qingwei. She thought he was going to drag her to do that thing again, and immediately replied that she was not in good health. Fu Tingjun knew from her tone that she had misunderstood. After explaining, Yang Qingwei felt a little relieved.

"Don't get me wrong, I really care about your body. You were like that a few days ago..." Thinking of her appearance a few days ago, Fu Tingjun's heart tightened. He didn't know how he and Yang Qingwei ended up like this , but since she has a knot in her heart, he can find time to talk to her.

"Actually, I have nothing else to do with you today. I just want to ask, why do you want a divorce?"

After escaping for so long, he was finally willing to face this problem. Yang Qingwei suspected fraud, her body under the quilt trembled slightly, and the hand holding the quilt turned white.

If it was a few days ago, she might still have the courage, but now, she is afraid, afraid that he will go crazy again, and that she will be killed by him-although it didn't matter before, but now, she wants to live.

Seeming to see her worry, Fu Tingjun explained: "Don't be afraid, I really want to hear what you mean."

"The two of us have been together for three years. You suddenly said that you want a divorce. I must have the right to know, right?" Fu Tingjun said gently, without any sign of going crazy. Yang Qingwei slightly relaxed her hand on the back, but still Dare to look at him.

Silence wandered between the two of them. Fu Tingjun knew how scared she was when he saw the quilt trembling constantly. He didn't know what terrible impression he left on her, but now it seems that it must not be a good one.

Fu Tingjun suddenly wanted to laugh, three years of marriage could not be exchanged for the trust of the person next to him, what a failure!

Rubbing his face with his big hands, Fu Tingjun finally faced the problem that he had never dared to touch under the dizzy desk lamp.

He looked at Yang Qingwei's profile and asked, "Is it because of the child?"

(End of this chapter)