Fu Tingjun, let's get divorced

Fu Tingjun returned home after the infusion in the hospital, but not to Zhenyuan, but to Tianyujingyuan.

Fu Tingjun is a wounded person, so he can't carry his shoulders and hands—although he usually does this, but fortunately, he doesn't have anything to carry. Yang Qingwei is carrying a bag, carrying his medicine, and also needs to be his crutch. It should be treated like a seriously injured person.

After sending him to the sofa, Yang Qingwei breathed a sigh of relief, and poured himself a large glass of water to drink before he got better.

Fu Tingjun, who was sitting on the sofa, looked at her back eagerly, and did not reveal that she was thirsty until she turned around. Yang Qingwei had no choice but to pour him a glass. When he sent it over, he said that he was injured and couldn't hold the glass. Yang Qingwei insisted on feeding him.

"You only hurt your left arm, your right hand is fine!" Yang Qingwei reminded, but he just looked at her pitifully, unable to do so, Yang Qingwei had to sit by the side and help him hold a cup to feed him water.

Yang Qingwei thought it was just because he was too lazy to move, but later found out that it was all his little trick.Because from that day on, all his basic necessities of life had to be taken care of by her.

Except that he doesn’t have to feed him when he goes to work at noon, and he doesn’t need to feed him twice in the morning and evening; when he takes a bath, it’s even too much, and she is asked to wrap the gauze part tightly with plastic wrap to help him take a bath. !
But he is obsessed with cleanliness, he can't sleep without washing, and he doesn't go to bed, just obediently staring at her on the sofa, Yang Qingwei was so stared at by him, so he had to fill the bathtub, closed his eyes to help him take off his clothes, and stretched out his arms to support him Go in and rinse him off in the shower when he comes out.The obviously embarrassing thing didn't matter to him at all, and Yang Qingwei was about to vomit blood in anger.

Fu Tingjun lived here for more than half a month, and Yang Qingwei didn't have a good rest. After finally waiting for the National Day, she wanted to go back to her hometown, but he was still here, so Yang Qingwei had to discuss it with him.

They were on vacation, but Fu Tingjun still had work to do. Yang Qingwei thought about it, poured a glass of water and knocked on the door of the study room.

Fu Tingjun came out from behind the computer and looked at her curiously. Yang Qingwei smiled all over her face and asked him if he was thirsty?Fu Tingjun looked at her suspiciously, and Yang Qingwei put the water by his hand with a smile.

"I want to discuss something with you." Yang Qingwei whispered softly, hoping to move him.

"What's the matter?" Fu Tingjun glanced at the water in his hand but didn't dare.

Yang Qingwei pulled up a chair and sat opposite him, and said cautiously, "Isn't it a holiday? I want to go home and have a look."

Fu Tingjun stared at her for a while, then glanced at his left arm, and suddenly said "Oh", Yang Qingwei immediately got up and went around to ask him what's wrong?Fu Tingjun said pitifully that his arm hurts.

Yang Qingwei looked anxiously at his pain, calculated the time, and asked him if he wanted to go to the hospital?He said no, but he was hungry and wanted to eat dumplings.Only then did Yang Qingwei realize that he was teasing herself again, and got up to leave. He subconsciously grabbed her hand, but it actually touched the wound. Fu Tingjun gasped. Yang Qingwei was angry, anxious and distressed, and finally made sure that he was fine before going to make dumplings. .

Fu Tingjun quietly came to the kitchen door to take a look, with a smug smile on his face.

As a result, he couldn't laugh anymore at noon, because Fu Misheng ran over for some reason.

Fu Misheng was very upset that the dumplings that were made for him alone now had to share half. Unfortunately, Fu Misheng didn't care whether he was happy or not. Anyway, she was quite happy.

"Weiwei's cooking skills are good!" Fu Misheng praised while eating, "I want to live here too!"

"You go back!" Fu Tingjun retorted without hesitation, but Fu Misheng didn't care at all, and even remembered that he hadn't recorded the fingerprint password, so he dragged Yang Qingwei to record the password before the meal was finished.

Fu Tingjun chewed hard on the dumplings in his mouth with a serious expression.