Fu Tingjun, let's get divorced

Yang Qingwei didn't care about her colleagues' teasing. After all, she was a married person. She was not like some people. She was obviously married and still had gossip all day long.

On the way back, Yang Qingwei apologized to Mingxi, saying that it caused trouble to him, Mingxi smiled and said don't worry, Yaoyao just likes to play cp, she used to play Mingcheng (Mingxi and brother Cheng) before, he is used to it.

"It's really interesting!" Yang Qingwei laughed.

"Anyway, it's fake, let her do it, as long as it doesn't cause trouble to you."

Yang Qingwei waved her hands and said she was fine.

"Then you..." Ming Xi thought for a while before asking, "Does your boyfriend mind?"

Thinking of Fu Tingjun's hot search, Yang Qingwei smiled bitterly, "He, we separated."

"That's it." Ming Xi whispered, but Yang Qingwei didn't hear it.

"Do you want to go see the house that weekend?" Ming Xi asked.

"Is it easy to find?" Yang Qingwei had never looked for a house before, so she knew nothing about it.

"I have a few intermediaries here. I planned to take another look. If you're in a hurry, you can go and have a look first. As for the house, it's enough for us to rent two rooms together. As for the rent, how much can you afford?" Ming Xi also considered that she was still in the internship period, so she worried, "Can your salary last?"

Yang Qingwei thought about it, if other expenses were reduced, the rent of more than 1000 a month is still acceptable, plus utilities, it should be within [-].

Yang Qingwei told him what she could afford, and Ming Xi said that he would go to the screening.

"Thank you for your hard work!" Yang Qingwei waved goodbye to him with a smile, and turned back to Tianyujingyuan after he left.

If all goes well, she will be able to move out of here next month.

Seeing Yang Qingwei, the security guard at the gate, greeted him with a smile, the more she walked inside, the more depressed she became. If she hadn't joined the job, she might still be able to leave here. Now, she can only hold on.

How did she walk such a narrow path?

Cook noodles as usual at night, but she can make noodles for herself if she has vegetables at home.

The doorbell rang just after the tomatoes were half cut, and she thought it was Fu Misheng, because she couldn't open it at all before she had time to input her fingerprint that day.

Wiping her hands on her apron, Yang Qingwei trotted to open the door, only to find Fu Tingjun standing outside.

They hadn't seen each other since he took advantage of him in the office that day, and they didn't expect him to come here.I was with my celebrity girlfriend yesterday, why do I have time to come to her today?But don't worry too much, she will soon become an ex-wife.

The air was a little stagnant, and Yang Qingwei stood there like a wooden stake.

"I'm here to get some things." Fu Tingjun said, looking at the top of her head.

Yang Qingwei nodded slightly, and turned to make room for him.

Fu Tingjun changed his shoes and went straight to the master bedroom. He found that there was no sign of sleeping in the master bedroom. When he opened the closet, his clothes were still hanging there quietly, no one had touched them.For some reason, I felt a little heavy all of a sudden.

Yang Qingwei didn't go back to the kitchen, but stood in the living room waiting for him to leave.

About ten minutes later, he came out of the master bedroom with a bag. Yang Qingwei looked at him and said nothing.

"I'm leaving," he said as he passed her.

"En." Yang Qingwei responded shallowly and watched him enter the elevator. It wasn't until the elevator door closed and the numbers reversed that Yang Qingwei realized that she was standing at the door until he reached the first floor.

That's it, there's no quarreling, there's no bullying each other, it's okay to separate in a flat way.

Back in the kitchen, cut up the remaining half of the tomato. The red soup lay quietly on the cutting board. The white towel covered it and was quickly absorbed. The white towel also turned red, as if it had been stained. Blood.

Tears fell and quickly melted into the white towel, except for a touch of warmth, there was nothing unusual at all.

It would be great if everything was as invisible as tears, then she would not know that she would be sad.