Fu Tingjun, let's get divorced

Because of Fu Tingjun's fright, Yang Qingwei cried for more than ten minutes.Fu Tingjun was very curious how such a timid person lived alone in his hometown?

"Didn't you say you won't come back?" Yang Qingwei said in a crying voice.

The light in the bedroom was turned on, Fu Tingjun sat on the bed with her arms around her, and there was a broken desk lamp at the door.

"I was afraid that you would miss me, so I came back. I didn't expect to scare you, I'm sorry!" He hugged her into his arms and kissed her forehead.

"I thought there were bad guys in the house!" Yang Qingwei said with tears in her eyes, sniffling.

"No, the security here is very good, nothing will happen. Besides, most people can't get up without an elevator card. Don't be afraid!" Fu Tingjun comforted.

After a while, he suddenly thought of something and asked, "Is it because you are afraid of living alone that you share the rent with others?"

Yang Qingwei wiped away her tears and sobbed, "This is only one aspect, and the other aspect is that the rent is too high."

Fu Tingjun: ...

It's really real.

"Have you eaten yet? Are you hungry? I cooked a lot of dishes, but they should be cold now, do you want to make them for you again?" Gradually returning to reason, Yang Qingwei asked with concern.

"No need, I've already eaten." He patted her head to comfort her, "I saw that you cooked all the dishes on the table? Why didn't you tell me earlier? If I knew that you cooked the dishes, I would definitely not work overtime!"

Yang Qingwei curled her lips and asked, "Could it be that you work overtime just to eat out?"

"……of course not."

The mood gradually improved, Yang Qingwei asked him to wash up and go to bed early, and she was going to clean up the pieces of the desk lamp at the door, how dare Fu Tingjun let her do it, saying that he would let the servant come tomorrow, Yang Qingwei gave him a white look and said this It's too wasteful to ask the servant to go.So while urging him to take a bath, he went to find a broom.

When he came out, she had already cleaned up. Seeing her sweaty pajamas, Fu Tingjun asked her to take a shower again. Yang Qingwei thought about it, and went straight to the bathroom. After taking a shower, she realized that she didn't take a new pajamas, so she had to wear the old pajamas. Pajamas went to get new ones, but Fu Tingjun was waiting at the door early and handed her a set of clothes.

"Put it on!"

Yang Qingwei glanced at it in confusion, white and black, why do they look weird?

After she picked it up, she realized that it was the pajamas of the sailor suit that Fu Misheng had bought before, and Yang Qingwei threw it back on him on the spot.

She doesn't want to wear it!

Yang Qingwei missed him and went straight to the bedroom, took out a bright red pajamas and took it to the bathroom, but met him in the corridor and was blocked by him.

"Why not? This is also pajamas!"

Yang Qingwei twitched the corners of her mouth and said, "Let your little lover wear it!" She gently pushed him and went straight to the bathroom.

She wouldn't wear that kind of clothes!

When she came back, Fu Tingjun was already lying on the bed and replying messages on his mobile phone. Fortunately, there was no pajamas on the bed, so Yang Qingwei pulled half of the quilt to cover herself.

Fu Tingjun glanced at her and continued to reply to the message. When he finished replying, she had already closed her eyes with her back turned to him.

Even though he was not asleep, he still pretended to see how he would expose it.

Fu Tingjun lay down, turned off the lamp, and the room was plunged into darkness. Yang Qingwei slapped her waist with her hands under the quilt, but it didn't work at all. She even slid upwards unscrupulously. face him.

"You are not finished, you have to go to work tomorrow!"

Fu Tingjun told her without hesitation that it was not tomorrow but today.Yang Qingwei didn't bother to bother him and said she was going to sleep.Fu Tingjun took out the WeChat message she sent to threaten her.

"There are arrangements on Friday and Sunday, do you have to give me some benefits?"

"What benefits? Isn't moving back considered a benefit?"

"Of course that's not a benefit, what I want is...you!"

"rogue!"

"Whether I'm a hooligan or not is another matter. Do you agree? If you don't agree, then I don't agree either!"

Fu Tingjun vividly interprets what is despicable and shameless.