Fu Tingjun, let's get divorced

The day before Fu Tingjun came to her house, it was Yang Qingwei who was gesturing in front of the mirror the dress Fu Misheng bought for her. After all, it was the first day of work so she had to dress up pretty.Yang Qingwei thought so, but heard movement at the gate, Yang Qingwei had to put down her clothes and walk outside, only to see Fu Tingjun standing at the gate with two couriers.

"Why are you here?" He didn't tell her that he would come today.

"Come and see you, by the way, your courier!" He put the courier on the shoe cabinet and bent over to change his shoes.

She didn't buy a courier, how could there be a courier?
Yang Qingwei went over to have a look. The address and phone number above were all correct. Yang Qingwei found a wallpaper knife and opened the box. It seemed to be clothes.

Yang Qingwei took out a bag with a matching tie in it, "What is this?" Yang Qingwei took out other bags while muttering, a neatly folded ultra-short pleated skirt appeared in front of her eyes, Yang Qingwei finally A bad feeling came out.

At this time, Fu Tingjun, who had brought water from the kitchen, saw her holding the corner of her skirt with both hands and couldn't help walking over.

"what?"

Yang Qingwei suddenly stuffed the skirt back into the box with a flustered expression.

"No, nothing!"

"Weird!" Fu Tingjun muttered, walked towards the restaurant, put the leftover half bottle of water on the dining table, unexpectedly, Yang Qingwei's cell phone rang again, she looked at the re-covered box and ran to Listen to the phone in the bedroom.

"Hey?"

"How is it? Do you like the gift I gave you?" Fu Misheng's proud voice came from the phone.

"Fu Misheng, you are crazy, why did you buy this for me?"

"Of course I want you to wear it for my brother to see!" Fu Misheng looked at her newly-made manicure and said proudly, "You two are too lacking in passion. Let me tell you, you will definitely be able to wear the clothes I bought. Dazed my brother, when the time comes, what did you say?"

Yang Qingwei turned off the phone with a "snap".

These two brothers and sisters are more abnormal than the other!

When he got up and was about to go back to the living room to throw away the courier, Fu Tingjun had already arrived at the door with two courier boxes in his hands. Randomly stuffed it into the closet, and didn't see Fu Tingjun leaning against the door frame and smiling triumphantly.

"I didn't expect you to like this!"

"I don't like it!" Yang Qingwei reacted fiercely.

"It's okay, it's okay if you like it, my husband will accompany you!" Fu Tingjun stepped forward to support her shoulders and asked her to sit down, but she struggled away.

"I didn't! I didn't buy that!" Yang Qingwei finally knew what it was like to be speechless, "It's Yayoi! Oops!" Yang Qingwei stomped anxiously, but Fu Tingjun just hugged her into his arms to signal her to calm down.

"Okay, it's not you, it's my fault!"

Because of the clothes, Yang Qingwei didn't eat a few mouthfuls of dinner, Fu Tingjun couldn't help teasing her seeing her swollen look, Yang Qingwei snorted and turned her head away.

Fu Tingjun went around the dining table and sat down next to her, putting his arm around her shoulder to coax her.

"Yayoi is also doing it for our own good, but in the wrong way."

Yang Qingwei glanced at him dissatisfied, and asked with a puffy face, "Really?"

"Really!" In order to coax his wife, he could only say what he meant.

He agreed with Fu Misheng's approach, but his wife was unhappy, so he had to endure it.Hey, his temper is really getting better and better.

"Okay, eat some more, don't you have to prepare things for work tomorrow?"

Only then did Yang Qingwei remember that she was going to work tomorrow.After staying at home for so long, I was really nervous to go to work suddenly. She was so nervous that she didn't care whether it was Fu Tingjun who was holding her. The little hand that took the chopsticks suddenly grabbed the corner of his clothes and said worriedly, "I'm afraid!"

Fu Tingjun really didn't know that she would be afraid of the usual yelling at her.

"What are you afraid of?"

Yang Qingwei pursed her lips and said reluctantly, "I'm afraid of going to work."