Fu Tingjun, let's get divorced

Chapter 311 Decision
Yang Qingdong lived here for a week. During the period, apart from thinking about whether to come here to study, he basically followed Yang Qingwei around to see the city, the people in the city, and even went to several colleges and universities. If you can't understand the inside, then look at the outer shell.

The day before he left, Yang Qingdong had a serious talk with Yang Qingwei. He meant that he would trouble her with the tuition fee here, but he promised to return the double within five years after graduation, and posted it as evidence. Yang Qingwei watched him sign his name And press the fingerprints, I feel uncomfortable, but this is pressure and motivation for him.

The certificate was in duplicate, Yang Qingwei put away hers and put it in the study, and Yang Qingdong put his own in the suitcase.

When Fu Tingjun saw the certificate at night, he asked her what she was doing.Yang Qingwei said that she didn't want to give him the illusion of getting something for nothing.Fu Tingjun didn't bother to talk about it, but he still helped to find the school.

After sending Yang Qingdong away, they also had to prepare things for the Spring Festival. Yang Qingwei regretted not buying some New Year's goods for Yang Qingdong to bring back, but considering that he had to bring so many things by himself, it was better to express them.

"Where are you going to spend the Spring Festival?" Fu Tingjun asked curiously when she came out of the shower and saw that she was swiping her phone.

Because of Yang Qingdong's arrival, they came to live in the villa for a while. Now that he is gone, Fu Ting doesn't know whether she will continue to live here or go to Tianyujingyuan.

"Let's go back to Tianyujingyuan." Yang Qingwei said, "But I have to tidy up here." She said and ordered a few strings of small red lanterns.

Fu Tingjun looked at the things she ordered and couldn't help poking his head. He was standing behind her, with his face next to hers. The loose bathrobe was stuck to her neck, with a damp and hot breath. Unfortunately, the focused Yang Qingwei didn't Noticed.

"I still need the servants to come and help me to post Spring Festival couplets." Yang Qingwei said, "Do you want to buy some flowers?" After looking online, she retreated, "Let's go to the store to buy."

Fu Tingjun looked at her and muttered to himself with a satisfied smile on his face.

It seems she is recovering well.

"You can leave these matters to the servants, you don't have to work so hard." Fu Tingjun said looking at her profile.

"No, anyway, I have nothing to do now, so I just take it easy." Yang Qingwei said indifferently, "By the way, do I have to go back to Zhenyuan when I'm thirty? Do we still have to prepare gifts for your parents? "

The thought of preparing a gift for the second elder of the Fu family gave Yang Qingwei a headache, it was too difficult.

"I'll take care of the gifts for them. You just need to take care of your home. Also, do you want to buy some gifts for your parents? When are you going to visit them?"

"It's the third grade of junior high school. I checked the train tickets. There are tickets for the third grade of junior high school. As for gifts, just place an order and send them directly." After exiting Taobao, Yang Qingwei turned around and realized that Fu Tingjun was so close to her that her lips almost touched him. face, Yang Qingwei froze.

"What's wrong?" Fu Tingjun also looked at her, "Why don't you say anything?"

Yang Qingwei blushed and turned her head away from him.

So crafty!

Fu Tingjun didn't tease her, he got up and sent the towel back to the bathroom. Yang Qingwei had already put away her phone and was about to wash up.When the two rubbed shoulders, Fu Ting took her hand, turned her around and hugged her and kissed her forehead.

Yang Qingwei didn't understand what he meant, but seeing him smile, she also smiled.

Speaking of which, their relationship has really improved a lot in the past few months, maybe she can try again.

When he walked out of the bathroom, Fu Tingjun was sitting on the bed reading a book. It was rare and quiet, but Yang Qingwei was a little obsessed with the current atmosphere.

(End of this chapter)