Fu Tingjun, let's get divorced

The medicine prepared by Dr. Xu worked very well, and Yang Qingwei's fever quickly subsided, but she fell into a coma and didn't wake up until evening.

The space here was originally small, so Fu Tingjun only left Aunt Wu, and everyone else went back.

Both of them are masters, and Mrs. Wu couldn't open her mouth, so she had to hide in the kitchen and prepare dinner for them.

In fact, these two children have each other in their hearts, but they just refuse to talk properly and make each other feel sad. Why bother?Sister-in-law Wu wanted to give a few words of advice, but due to her status, she had to give up.

Some things can only be made clear by the parties involved.

The porridge made in the morning was no longer edible, so Mrs. Wu cooked it again and made some dinner for Fu Tingjun. He hadn't eaten all day, afraid that his body would not be able to take it.

In the bedroom, the curtains were drawn, and Yang Qingwei lay quietly on the bed. The pinch marks on her face had subsided, but her lips were still red and swollen. Under the thin quilt, Fu Tingjun was holding her hand.

He never wanted to hurt her, but he hurt her again and again, even he himself didn't know how to get along with her in the future.Maybe after this time, she was really determined to divorce herself.

How could this be?
Yang Qingwei slowly opened her eyes. Because the chandelier was too dazzling, she couldn't help but close it. She even raised her arm to block the light, but her right hand was held by someone and she couldn't move, so she had to draw out her left hand to block her eyes.

Seeing that she woke up, Fu Tingjun immediately got up and asked her nervously how was she doing?Is there any discomfort?
Yang Qingwei only thought the voice was familiar, but she didn't remember it for a moment. After she slowly raised her arm and saw the person in front of her, her brain paused for a moment, her whole face showed a look of horror, and she waved her arms to hide behind.

"Weiwei!" Fu Tingjun didn't expect her to react so strongly to him, and wanted to explain, but with her current appearance, he probably couldn't listen to what she said.

"Go away! Go away!" Yang Qingwei shrank to the foot of the bed. Fu Ting was afraid that she would hurt him, and while signaling her to calm down, he walked back. Seeing her covering her ears with her hands and crying "Go away", her heart was broken. He couldn't help it. Don't retreat to the door and call Mrs. Wu.

Aunt Wu, who was loading dishes, immediately stopped what she was doing when she heard the noise in the bedroom, but it was the owner's room, so she couldn't rush in rashly, and she didn't go until Fu Tingjun called her.

"gentlemen!"

"She's emotionally unstable now, you go and take care of her!" Fu Tingjun ordered while staring at Yang Qingwei's reaction.Aunt Wu nodded repeatedly.

"Ma'am!" Aunt Wu's voice was gentle, and she walked around to the other side of the bed lightly, seeing that she showed no resistance to him, she walked over.

"It's okay! It's okay!" Aunt Wu comforted her softly with her arms around her.

Like a small animal that has found a safe nest, Yang Qingwei tightly grasped Aunt Wu's clothes with both hands, curled up in her arms and sobbed softly.

Fu Tingjun who was standing at the door walked out depressed when he saw her like this.

He walked back and forth in the living room several times, searched all the pockets but found no cigarettes, he rubbed his hair irritably, took the key and went downstairs.

The evening wind in summer was also hot, making him more irritable.

It's not that they didn't have a married life before, but there was never a time full of anger and jealousy like yesterday. He was really jealous, jealous of Zhou Chu, jealous of him being loved by her.

She has always used each other for herself.

He bought a pack of cigarettes in a nearby supermarket, took out one and put it in his mouth. The red light of the cigarette gradually drove away his inner irritability.

Fu Tingjun just stood there, on the quiet road, only the curl of cigarettes accompanied him.

Maybe some things should be settled, Fu Tingjun thought, it would be bad for everyone to continue.

After one cigarette was burned out, Fu Tingjun's irritability had almost subsided. He lit another cigarette, and walked towards the community, puffing on the clouds.