Fu Tingjun, let's get divorced

In order to appease Fu Tingjun, after get off work at night, Yang Qingwei took clothes from the rented house and told Mingxi that she might not come back tonight. Mingxi laughed that she was full of water, Yang Qingwei pouted, took the changed clothes and took the subway back to Tianyujing garden.

Tianyujingyuan is only six stations away from where she lives now. It was already past seven o'clock when Yang Qingwei arrived here. There were fresh vegetables and fruits in the refrigerator, so she had to wash her hands to please him.

In fact, Yang Qingwei's cooking skills are not particularly good, it can only be regarded as edible, but I don't know if it suits his taste or what, he likes it, but the two of them keep fighting, she rarely cooks, and Zhenyuan With a professional chef, she doesn't need to cook at all. If she hadn't moved out, if she hadn't asked him, she wouldn't have wronged herself.

Yang Qingwei dug out the ingredients from the refrigerator, made scrambled eggs with tomatoes, fried bacon with peppers, roasted eggplant and shredded cabbage, and made a clearing heat soup. Looking at the dishes on the table, Yang Qingwei looked for a slightly larger meal Cover it well so that it doesn't get cold when he comes back.

It was past eight o'clock, and there was no sign of him coming back. Yang Qingwei couldn't help but send him a WeChat message. It took about ten minutes for him to reply, saying that he had to work overtime tonight and there was no need to wait for him.Yang Qingwei wanted to say that she cooked the dishes, but after seeing his reply, she deleted the unfinished message.

Forget it, don't make him blame himself.

After serving the rice, it was a little deserted to sit at the dining table alone, so I turned on the TV and found a TV series to play.

Whether it is Zhenyuan or here, to Fu Tingjun, it is no different from a hotel.

Originally, he wanted to appease him, but now it seems that it was completely superfluous.

Throw yesterday's and today's clothes into the washing machine, and go to the bathroom to take a shower.Although she moved away from here, Fu Tingjun filled up the things she used again, I really don't know if it was careful or on purpose.

It is said that a woman's heart is a needle in the bottom of the sea, but in fact, it is also difficult to guess a man's mind.

Putting on the pajamas he prepared for herself, lying on the bed without him, Yang Qingwei replied to Xu Wenjun's WeChat.

"I'm going to the class reunion."

Because she was "imprisoned" by him before, she had no contact with the outside world at all. Now that she is out to work and secretly married to him, she should have her own circle, but she doesn't know how to tell others about the three years of "disappearance".

After tossing and turning on the bed for a long time, I finally sent him a WeChat message.

"Dinning with colleagues on Friday, I can't come back, I will attend the class reunion on Sunday, if it is convenient, I will move back on Saturday." Just in case she made it clear to him in advance.

"Don't make trouble for me!" She added, as if worried.

Sleeping in a daze at night, feeling someone opened the door, Yang Qingwei became alert all of a sudden, reached out and touched the phone and put it under the quilt, adjusted the light to the darkest, found Fu Tingjun's contact information and pressed it.

After a while, the cell phone rang outside the door. Fu Tingjun picked it up and pushed open the door of the room. The door had just opened a third of the way when a desk lamp flew over. Fu Tingjun hurriedly dodged and shouted, "Who's inside?"

At the same time, the mobile phone lying next to the pillow also made the same sound.

"Weiwei!" Seemingly aware of something, Fu Tingjun yelled again, "It's me!"

Yang Qingwei, who was hiding behind the door, was covered in cold sweat, her hands tightly clenched into fists in front of her.

Fu Tingjun walked in cautiously, and when he saw Yang Qingwei like this, he hurriedly hugged her into his arms.

"Scared, didn't you?" Fu Tingjun put his arm around her and stroked her head with the other to comfort her softly, "Sorry, I scared you!"

After a long time, Yang Qingwei couldn't help crying.

Knowing that she was afraid of ghosts yesterday and knowing that she was timid today, Fu Tingjun felt more and more that he knew her less and less.

"It's okay, it's okay, my husband is here!"