Fu Tingjun, let's get divorced

Yang Qingwei is actually fine, it's just that she didn't eat much for a day and a night, and she suddenly ate too much, which caused her appetite and indigestion. In addition, the vomiting caused by the stomach pain before, she didn't need to take medicine and infusion, as long as she took good care of her good.

After sending off Xu Wang, Fu Tingjun had time to sit by the bed and watch her.Her face was flushed due to violent vomiting, and her eyes were still slightly blue. Fu Ting knew that she had misunderstood again, but some things would not be convincing even if they were misunderstood.

The relationship between the two of them is like a tug of war, and they don't know when they will reach a balance.

Fu Tingjun, who didn't touch Yangchunshui with his ten fingers, had to learn to wipe her face and hands, and simply cleaned up the bathroom to wash up. He had to live here tonight.

When Yang Qingwei woke up in the middle of the night and saw Fu Tingjun sleeping next to her, she just felt sick. Anyway, there was no way to throw him out of the window, so she had to carry her bedding to the second bedroom.

The dove occupies the magpie's nest.snort!

Lying on the bed in the second bedroom, his mind was full of images of He Yingying standing in the elevator with Fu Tingjun on his arms. He was wronged, sad, and sad. Yang Qingwei covered her head with a quilt in pain.

When Fu Tingjun woke up, he found that the person next to him was gone. He searched all over the room worriedly, and finally saw her sleeping soundly in the second bedroom. She covered the quilt and called Zhenyuan to bring her breakfast.

Turning around, I saw the bag on the sofa, thought about it, and hung these clothes in the closet by myself.

Who else can make him do these small things when he grows up so big?Speaking of which, many of her first times were given to her, but she just didn't understand his heart, what a crime!
When Yang Qingwei woke up, Fu Tingjun was about to have breakfast, saw her come out and asked how she was doing?Yang Qingwei still remembered being angry with him, angrily saying it was okay, and telling him not to come here, she didn't want to see him.

"Still angry about what happened that day?" He took her hand and asked carefully.

Yang Qingwei couldn't pull back her hand after pulling it several times, so she could only protest by not looking at him.

"no!"

"No?" Fu Tingjun lowered his head jokingly, "No, why ignore me?"

"Is it okay if you don't want to talk to you?" Yang Qingwei showed no sign of weakness, "Who do you think you are? Do you want everyone to bow down to you?"

Fu Tingjun took the opportunity to kiss her, and Yang Qingwei's fist hardened.

"Fu Tingjun!" The little fist was held by him as soon as he raised it. Yang Qingwei stepped on him angrily, and Fu Tingjun let go of her in pain.

This little girl!

"Now, get out of my house!" Yang Qingwei roared.

She really couldn't hold on any longer, so why was she the one who got hurt every time?Why is he always so indifferent?why?

Tears slid down her cheeks, and the stomach pain that had been relieved with great difficulty began to ache again.

"Vivi?"

Yang Qingwei shook off him, ran back to the second bedroom, and closed the door with a "bang".

Looking at the closed door, Fu Tingjun temporarily forgot the pain in his feet.Maybe he was wrong, blindly caring to please her won't get her sincerity, if that's the case, forget it.

The breakfast on the table was already cold, Fu Tingjun changed his clothes and left.

Yang Qingwei finally came out after hearing the sound of the door closing, seeing him leave, she couldn't tell whether she was sad or satisfied.

Their relationship is always like this, with ups and downs, but this time, they probably can't get back together again.If you can't get back together, you can't get back together. Anyway, she has been arguing about divorce, maybe this time it will really come true.

I went to the bathroom to wash up and put on a thick foundation, hoping to cover the haggard face. As for the breakfast on the dining table, let it hang out.

Walking towards the subway station with her bag on her back, she bought one when she passed by a pancake stand. She couldn't let the stomachache affect her life and work anymore.