Fu Tingjun, let's get divorced

It was already noon when Fu Misheng came over.

Because she was angry with Fu Tingjun, she lived outside for the past few days. When she called home in the morning to ask how Fu Tingjun was doing these days?The servant said that he didn't come back last night, and this morning he called Mrs. Wu to Tianyujingyuan, and said that his wife had a fever.After hearing this, Fu Misheng exploded immediately. What did he do again? How could Yang Qingwei have a fever?
When she got here, she immediately understood when she saw the strangle marks on her wrist and the bruises on her arms. If it wasn't for the fact that there were too many people here, she really wanted to slap him.

Finally she suppressed her anger and dragged him to another room.

This was originally an empty room, but seeing that Yang Qingwei had relatively few things, he went to buy some. In addition to the fruits and vegetables in the refrigerator and the pajamas in the closet, he also piled up some things here. Now the two of them came in , Fu Misheng looked at the bags piled up on the side and couldn't help but to open them, and found that they were some clothing accessories, and it was Fu Tingjun's habit to check the prices.

It's a pity that the person who bought these things was not in the mood to look at things with her at this time, so he asked her impatiently what she wanted to do?
Fu Misheng put away the hands hooked to his pockets and stood up to look at him.

"You bought it?" She asked knowingly.

Fu Tingjun put his hands in his pockets, his face full of impatience.

"You obviously like her, why did you treat her like this?" Fu Misheng's tone improved a lot.

Fu Tingjun finally looked at her, and the dissatisfaction in his eyes almost overflowed.

"Is this how you talk to me?"

Although Fu Tingjun is very kind to his family and friends, he still has his own principles, especially since he has always been a superior, and sometimes he is used to giving orders when speaking and doing things.

I know he is in a bad mood now, but Fu Misheng is not afraid of him, and Yang Qingwei is like that, how can he have the face to be angry?

"Then what should I do?" Fu Misheng choked on him, "Don't you see what she looks like now?"

Fu Misheng never knew that her brother's relationship was like this. The question is, why didn't he treat Qin Caiwei like this?
"Don't you like her? This is what you like?" Fu Misheng really didn't understand her brother's brain circuit. Shouldn't someone who loves someone be carefully cared for? How could he lose half his life?

What Fu Misheng didn't know was that before she came back, Yang Qingwei had only one breath left.

"You don't have to worry about my business!"

"I don't care about your affairs! But I must take care of Yang Qingwei!" Fu Misheng insisted.

Fu Tingjun squinted his eyes at her, his face full of doubts.

"When did you have such a good relationship with her? Have you forgotten her but..."

"I know!" Fu Misheng interrupted him, "Of course I know about her relationship with Zhou Chu, but they have already broken up, haven't they?"

"Can't we get back together if we break up?"

"No!" Fu Misheng answered decisively. Fu Tingjun looked at her suspiciously, only to see that Fu Misheng had tears in his eyes, turned his head unnaturally, and spoke quietly after a long time.

"Because Yang Qingwei has someone she likes."

Fu Tingjun clenched his hands in his pockets.

"That was before our divorce. He contacted Yang Qingwei and said he missed her. Yang Qingwei replied that she is living a very good life now and is very happy with you. I hope he can live his life well and stop thinking about the past." Fu Misheng looked at his face and said word by word, "Brother, she likes you."

A few simple words weighed a thousand catties, and Fu Ting couldn't breathe under the pressure.

"Are you frightened by Qin Caiwei? Do you think that everyone will not really like you? Don't you know what kind of person she is after you have been with her for so many years? How can you do such a thing? I feel sorry for you Really disappointed!"

After finishing speaking, Fu Misheng bypassed him and walked out of the room.

The noisy room suddenly fell silent, only the bag full of clothes in the corner was with him. Fu Tingjun stood there blankly, not knowing what to do.