Fu Tingjun, let's get divorced

Fu Tingjun knew that Yang Qingwei disappeared a week later.At that time, he had just come back from a business trip. When he saw Mrs. Wu, he subconsciously asked her how Yang Qingwei was doing. Mrs. Wu said that she had only been there to take care of her for three days before being ordered back by Yang Qingwei. I don't have time to see Yang Qingwei.

Fu Tingjun stood in the living room, pursing his thin lips tightly, without saying a word, the air pressure was so low that it was almost suffocating.

"Go and check!" Fu Tingjun finally said, his voice was low and terrifying, "Check the airport, train station, even the bus station for me, I want to see where she went!"

In fact, Yang Qingwei didn't go anywhere, she just went back to her hometown.

Although it will be the Ghost Festival in a few days, but she has no job now, and her current state is not suitable for finding a job, so she simply returned to her hometown.

Yang Qingwei's hometown is not the building her parents bought, but the hometown where she grew up with her grandparents.There used to be three bungalows there. After being together with Fu Tingjun, he paid for the reconstruction and built a two-story villa. He even thoughtfully left a room for the elderly on the first floor. It's a pity that her grandfather can no longer live in it.

When Yang Qingwei came back, the house was empty, of course it was empty, because her parents and younger brother lived in the city, and her grandparents had already gone to another world, and she still remembered that she was the only one here.

Fortunately, the house was fairly clean. It took Yang Qingwei only one day to clean the house. Standing alone on the balcony on the second floor, looking at the sky in the distance, Yang Qingwei finally realized what it was like to be alive.

I went to the supermarket in the village to buy rice and vegetables, and tried the pot and stove. Fortunately, they all worked.Yang Qingwei stayed here alone for four or five days without notifying anyone.The neighbor was very surprised to see her, but she just smiled lightly and didn't mention anything about her.

Yang Qingwei has thought a lot here these days, about herself and Fu Tingjun, and about her future. She thinks it's good to stay in her hometown, and it's good to spend the rest of her life in this quiet village.

It's a pity that such an idea was broken by an uninvited guest who arrived in the evening before it was implemented.

Yang Qingwei looked at Bentley who was parked at the door and subconsciously wanted to run, but just as she turned around, she was enveloped by the lights behind her, and she had to stop where she was.

Still can't escape.

Yang Qingwei took the vegetables she had just bought and walked towards him bravely. The headlights were dazzling, and they turned off when she turned around.

Yang Qingwei didn't say hello to him, but calmly took out the key, opened the door and walked in, followed by Fu Tingjun.

The light in the living room was turned on before she went out, and it was bright and cold at the moment. Yang Qingwei sent the things to the kitchen, and Fu Tingjun followed.

"Why didn't you say goodbye?" Seeing her standing in front of the kitchen counter wearing an apron, Fu Tingjun finally couldn't help but speak.

Yang Qingwei answered without turning her head while washing the vegetables in the vegetable basin, "You found it even if I don't tell you."

Fu Tingjun couldn't suppress the anger in his heart anymore, he pulled her arm and forced her to look at him. She was trapped between the kitchen counter and his arms, and Yang Qingwei's heart beat faster.

"Are you kidding me?"

Yang Qingwei tried to withdraw her hand, but unfortunately he was too strong, so she gave up.

"I do not have!"

"No? Without you leave without saying goodbye!"

Now there are only the two of them here, lest history repeat itself, she decided to lower her profile.

Yang Qingwei bit her lip, and said in a trembling voice, "In a few days it will be the Ghost Festival, and I have to visit Grandpa's grave."

Yang Qingwei didn't want to get entangled with him, so she simply had a showdown.It was only then that Fu Tingjun remembered that there seemed to be such a saying on their side, so he stopped thinking about it, but after being separated for so long and now getting so close, Fu Tingjun was attracted by the smell on her body, and couldn't help but get close to her red lips, but it was a pity that she touched her lips. The hand of the water blocks it.

"I want to wash the vegetables!"

Fu Tingjun looked at his confused wife in his arms and smiled helplessly.