Fu Tingjun, let's get divorced

The setting sun dyed the sky outside the window red, casting bright light on the room.

Yang Qingwei watched his big bony hands keep rubbing her palms and backs, and suddenly had a sudden impulse, and said provocatively, "Yes, I had many friends when I was young, I remember a junior high school classmate who always liked me, and he hasn't married yet Woolen cloth!"

The big hand rubbing her hand stopped suddenly, and a handsome face appeared in front of her eyes. Yang Qingwei subconsciously leaned back, but he fixed the back of her head with his hand, and she had to look at him.

"I think it's better for you to go back with me!"

What a joke, she finally ran out, how could she just go back like this.

So she replied decisively, "No!"

Holding her hand and squeezing her lightly, she wanted to run away in pain, but unfortunately she couldn't escape.

"Don't think about irritating me, it's not good for you!" Fu Tingjun's tone was a little more serious after changing from his previous gentleness.Even if he didn't say this, Yang Qingwei knew that it would be useless to provoke him every time.It's just that it's no good if she doesn't provoke him.

Yang Qingwei didn't want to hurt herself any more, so she finally let go, "I came back to celebrate the festival with my grandpa, how could I have the intention to go out to play? What's more, most people of my age go out to make a living, so how could they have time to go out with me? Okay, don't mess around. After thinking about it, I just want to live here for a while and calm down."

Fu Tingjun gently touched her chin with his big hand, and said threateningly, "You'd better remember what you said today!"

Of course Yang Qingwei would not remember what she said today. Her heart was weighed down by all sorts of trifles, so how could she have time to talk about it, but now she still has to behave in front of him, after all, what happened this afternoon left a lingering fear in her heart.

Of course, Fu Tingjun didn't make her feel better that night. The two of them tossed until the middle of the night, and Yang Qingwei's voice became hoarse from crying.

Xiao Zhao is still downstairs, I don't know if he heard it.The sound insulation effect of Zhenyuan is good, but there is no sound insulation here!
Fu Tingjun hugged her and fell into a deep sleep. Yang Qingwei wanted to escape, but she gave up after struggling for a while.Yang Qingwei felt that Fu Tingjun was like a prison, no matter what she did, she couldn't escape.

Evil fate!
Because he was going to the company, Fu Tingjun got up after only two hours of sleep. Yang Qingwei was woken up by him, opened her eyes in a daze, and subconsciously asked, "What are you doing?"

Seeing his little wife who was still asleep, Fu Tingjun leaned over and kissed gently, "I'm going back, you go to sleep, I'll lock the door."

"No!" Yang Qingwei moaned, and the hands pressing down on the quilt subconsciously grabbed him.

It was probably only at this time that he could feel her dependence on him. Fu Tingjun took her hand and put it on his lips and kissed him, "Hey, I'll pick you up in two days!"

"Hmm!" Probably because his gentle voice gave her a sense of security, Yang Qingwei fell asleep again in a daze.Fu Tingjun leaned over to help her cover the quilt, went to the study to find paper and a pen and wrote a message for her, and finally left with Xiao Zhao.

Xiao Zhao slept better than him. When he got in the car, he saw that the boss was tired and reminded him to take a rest. It would be no problem to drive by himself.After using Xiao Zhao for so many years, Fu Tingjun naturally trusted him, so he fell asleep not long after getting in the car.

Xiao Zhao glanced at the rearview mirror and secretly felt that he finally didn't have to guard the boss and his wife alone. To be honest, the feeling of being a light bulb is really bad!I really don't know how Xue Zhu has been with the boss for so long?
The morning sun broke through the light mist, and the black Bentley drove back along the highway.