Fu Tingjun, let's get divorced

Although the relationship between the two has made a qualitative leap, it is absolutely impossible for her to please Fu Tingjun in a sailor suit. Besides, it is not an ordinary sailor suit, just the skirt, the clothes, and the tie. There is no way to wear it!But she agreed to Fu Tingjun again, what should I do?

Seeing her frowning, Ming Xi worriedly asked if she was not feeling well?Yang Qingwei smiled wryly and shook her head.She is feeling unwell now, and I'm afraid she will really feel unwell on Saturday.

Just as she was about to type on the keyboard, Yang Qingwei suddenly had an idea and asked if they wanted to have dinner together on Friday?Brother Cheng said he wanted to accompany his girlfriend, Sister Lan was going to pick up her son, Sister Meng wanted to go home to accompany her husband and children, Yaoyao had to go home too, and Mingxi's friends couldn't help it, so Yang Qingwei finally turned her attention to Fu Misheng On the body, I looked at it for a while and then gave up. As for Fu Misheng's fanatic state, I am afraid that after knowing the agreement between her and Fu Tingjun, I would like to pack her up and put her on her brother's bed. It's too scary, so let's forget it.

I thought she was the most unreliable, but I didn't expect her to give Yang Qingwei hope when she couldn't see the dawn.

"I'm planning to go to City Z this Saturday, do you want to go together?"

Yang Qingwei's mouth was wide open, she was too excited to speak, so she nodded.Fu Misheng looked at her reaction suspiciously and always felt that there was a fraud here, but it was not easy to attack, so he could only secretly send a message to Fu Tingjun, and he received a message from Fu Tingjun not long after. He said that he and Yang Qingwei had a date on weekends. Yayoi looked at Yang Qingwei's reaction again, and replied proudly, "I'll help you out!"

It turned out that she was regarded as a life-saving straw, but it is a pity that the straw was directed at her brother.

On Friday, in order to persuade him to let me and Fu Misheng go on a trip, I specially cooked a large table of dishes and prepared red wine for him, just for a smooth trip tomorrow.

"Bless you all the best!" Yang Qingwei made a wish on the table full of food.

The door rang, and Yang Qingwei immediately went over and opened it before he had time to open it. Yang Qingwei took his briefcase with a smile, helped him with his coat, and asked him with a smile if he was tired?Fu Tingjun looked at her calmly, without making a sound.

"Are you tired, do you want to give you a massage?"

Yang Qingwei took him by the arm and walked towards the sofa. Fu Tingjun glanced at the table and asked curiously, "You did it all?"

"Yes, are you hungry? The soup is ready. Would you like a bowl?"

"Okay!"

"Then go wash your hands!"

Yang Qingwei coaxed him to wash his hands, while she went to serve him soup. Yang Qingwei was very happy to see him satisfied, and it seemed that she hoped to reach an agreement with him today.

After eating, Yang Qingwei cut the fruit again. Seeing him sitting on the sofa answering messages, she quietly put the fruit plate aside, thinking about what to tell him later.

Walking around in the bedroom alone, wanting to pack his clothes, but afraid of being caught by him and disrupting the plan, after deliberation, he still waited.

As a result, she waited from eight o'clock to nine o'clock, and from nine o'clock to ten o'clock. He turned from the living room to the study room without giving her any time. In the end, Yang Qingwei couldn't stand it anymore, so she dragged a suitcase and put her two clothes in it, and washed the clothes for traveling. The supplies were put in, and he didn't intend to come out until she finished packing, so Yang Qingwei didn't wait, and went directly to take a shower, thinking that it would be a big deal to talk about it tomorrow morning, even if he didn't agree, there was nothing he could do.

Strengthening her belief, Yang Qingwei took her pajamas and went to take a shower. When she came out, Fu Tingjun was already in the bedroom. Yang Qingwei gathered her clothes subconsciously, smiling awkwardly.

"You, are you done?"

Too bad, she forgot how to speak.

Fu Tingjun sat upright on the bed, staring at her without blinking. She was stared so guilty that she subconsciously wanted to leave, but when he opened his mouth, Yang Qingwei stopped in her footsteps, with her hand still on the doorknob, but she couldn't do anything. Press.

"What's with this suitcase?" He pointed to her suitcase next to the cabinet.