Fu Tingjun, let's get divorced

It was already noon when Yang Qingwei woke up.

It's all Fu Tingjun's fault. If it wasn't for him, she wouldn't have slept so late at all. But she also blamed herself for not being ambitious. She hurt each other before, but last night...

It's really not clear what happened to the couple.

Yang Qingwei endured the soreness and went to the bathroom, and it took a long time to soak for a while before it eased up.

Speaking of which, Fu Tingjun really has a personality of enjoyment. Whether it is his own home or hers, they are all well-built and comfortable.

Picking up a piece of foam and blowing it away gently, Yang Qingwei couldn't help but stomp on her legs.

Although he only came for three short days, every day was special, and their relationship seemed to be different from before, but it was the same.

In fact, it was also very annoying to her. On the one hand, she really wanted to divorce him, not only because she couldn't stand all kinds of news about him, but also because she didn't want to stay at home and wait for him, and more importantly, the child.The miscarriage was a big blow to her. She didn't know how to face him, nor did she know how to face herself.

The little white hand was stuck to the belly, as if he still wanted to feel the young life, but unfortunately there was nothing left.

Tears slipped down the corners of her eyes unconsciously, and Yang Qingwei swallowed bitterly alone.

I have been taking care of Fu Tingjun and the others for the past two days, and I have no time to tidy up the house. The main reason is that I didn't wash the clothes. Today, Yang Qingwei took the clothes in the laundry basket to the laundry room in her spare time. When she saw Fu Tingjun's luxurious custom-made clothes, she didn't take them Throw them in the washing machine.

Fu Tingjun's clothes are cleaned by a special person. If they are thrown into the washing machine like this, they will probably be washed to pieces. But after a long time without washing, they will not be able to wear them. After much deliberation, she decided to wash them by hand. Wash half of it with the washing machine.

Hanging the clothes in the yard, looking at his clothes, Yang Qingwei suddenly remembered that he had worn the clothes bought for him yesterday before washing them. It was not easy for a clean freak to tolerate this.

Yang Qingwei didn't notice the upturned corners of her mouth, she just felt that today's sunshine was warm and warmed her body and heart.It's just that after the warmth, it still feels deserted.

It is difficult for a person who is used to the excitement to accept silence, no matter how much he once liked it.Yang Qingwei is such a person.

Two days ago, with Fu Tingjun's company, even though she felt awkward, she was able to get along peacefully. Now that he has gone back, how can she not feel lonely when she is alone?

Television is extremely boring no matter whether it is in a lively city or a clean countryside. Probably there are really no good programs, but she still finds a program to play, at least not too quiet.

She folded the note left by Fu Tingjun and put it in the bedside table.

The silence of the night was terrifying. Yang Qingwei kept the TV in the living room ringing all the time when she was alone at home, and left a small night light in her room. Even though she was blindfolded with a quilt, she still couldn't help thinking about Fu Tingjun.

Yang Qingwei felt that she was hopeless.She loves him and wants to divorce at the same time, the contradiction is vividly displayed in her body, if it continues like this, I'm afraid she won't be able to escape even if she gets divorced.

no!She cannot fall!

Lifting the quilt, looking at the yellow roof stained by the night lights, all kinds of thoughts rushed to her heart, Yang Qingwei felt that she was completely hopeless.

Forget it, let it be like this, maybe you can completely forget about it if you reduce the number of meetings.

After tossing and turning for half the night, she finally fell asleep in the longing. She didn't see the "good night" from Fu Tingjun on the phone.

The life in her hometown was leisurely and boring. Yang Qingwei remembered the days when she was a child farming with her grandparents. Although it was hard at that time, her grandparents were by her side to take care of her. She lived a very happy life. Later, with her parents, only After learning, love has become a luxury. Now that she is back here, Yang Qingwei even wants to grow some vegetables in the yard. It is a pity that she has forgotten these skills after many years of comfortable life.

Yang Qingwei sat on the rattan chair in the yard, imagining that her grandfather was lying here before his death, a cattail fan was gently shaking, and his eyes were involuntarily wet.

Birth, old age, sickness and death, no one can hide.