Fu Tingjun, let's get divorced

Yang Qingwei took a sip of her drink anxiously, and seeing someone still staring at her, she said, "We will split up after graduation, and my current husband is a salesman." Yang Qingwei put the company's statement in front of her.

Everyone sighed, and didn't dare to ask more questions, after all, it was a scar, and they couldn't expose it again.

"I'm going to the bathroom!" Yang Qingwei was frightened by the atmosphere here, got up and left anxiously.

Originally, she just wanted to come here to meet old friends, and to help each other in case of need in the future. She didn't expect such a scene, and she regretted it a bit.

Seeing this, Xu Wenjun got up to see her, but was stopped by Xing Lu.

"I'll go!"

Xu Wenjun thought that she had a good relationship with Yang Qingwei, so he agreed, without noticing the coming storm.

Yang Qingwei walked out of the cubicle, stood in front of the sink and washed her hands, looked at herself in the mirror, her makeup was fine, but her expression was not very good, also, no one wanted to hear her ex's name again, but Zhou Chu was the brightest in her life A ray of light she could never forget.

When taking out a tissue to wipe her hands, Xing Lu came in. Yang Qingwei forced a smile to greet her, but was stopped by her when she was about to leave.

"Talk about?"

Yang Qingwei didn't think he had anything to talk to her about, not to mention that this was a bathroom, so the occasion wasn't suitable.

Xing Lu said that she lived in this hotel and could go to her room.

Yang Qingwei remembered that she was taken to the room by Fu Tingjun three years ago, and then there was a chaotic night, she refused without thinking.

"Weiwei, I have no other intentions. I just want to tell you something about three years ago." Xing Lu seemed to have made a lot of determination, and it was very difficult to say the last three words. Yang Qingwei thought for a while, Finally agreed.

Xing Lu's room was clean and tidy. Yang Qingwei sent Xu Wenjun a WeChat message to tell her where she was, and said to call her in 5 minutes, and come to find her if no one answered.Xu Wenjun didn't know what she meant, but he still agreed.

"Don't worry, there are no agencies here."

Xing Lu opened the window and looked outside, stretched her waist and spoke softly. After a while, she turned around and bowed deeply to Yang Qingwei, who was so frightened that she took two steps back to avoid it.

"I'm sorry, Weiwei!" Her voice was still gentle, but it was not very comfortable for Yang Qingwei's ears.

"What's wrong with you?" Although she didn't know what she meant, Yang Qingwei always felt that it had something to do with what happened three years ago.

Xing Lu stood there uneasily, with her hands intertwined, and said after a long time, "Three years ago, I was the one who poured the medicine into your cup."

boom--

As if something exploded in her heart, Yang Qingwei stared blankly at her and almost forgot to breathe.

She thought about that incident three years ago many times, and doubted everyone, but she didn't doubt her, because she was so friendly with herself, how could she drug herself?

She never expected that the person she least wanted to suspect was the murderer, how could she accept this?

"I've wanted to tell you about this for a long time, but I didn't dare!" Tears rolled down her delicate cheeks, and Yang Qingwei couldn't see her face clearly.

Xing Lu went up to grab her hand, but she dodged it, Xing Lu didn't give up, and grabbed her clothes, Yang Qingwei just wanted to escape.

She is terrible!

"Weiwei! Weiwei! I really didn't mean it! I'm jealous, I'm jealous of you!" She fell to the ground and cried while hugging her leg. Yang Qingwei looked at her condescendingly, as if watching a big joke .

"Didn't it be intentional? You made me like this because you didn't mean it? Do you know that day when I..." Yang Qingwei couldn't continue, she didn't want to recall what happened that day.

"Xing Lu, I didn't hurt you, did you? Why did you treat me like this?" Yang Qingwei shouted hoarsely, as if she wanted to shout out all the grievances of more than three years, but unfortunately she couldn't.