Fu Tingjun, let's get divorced

The two elders of the Fu family thought that they regarded the new villa as their home, and lived there if they didn't live here. They didn't expect the two of them to go to the small house in Tianyujingyuan, which made Mr. Fu very dissatisfied.

In fact, it doesn't matter where they live, but a lot of the company's information is here, and they live here for the convenience of work. He didn't expect the two of them to rush to the Tianyujingyuan without saying a word. It was really hard for him to understand.

"It's close to the company, so it's convenient to commute to and from get off work." Fu Tingjun explained, "And we only live there occasionally, and most of us live here."

When he said this, Fu Tingjun gave Fu Misheng winks, and Fu Misheng had no choice but to help cover up.

"I don't care where you live. I just think it would be more convenient for someone to take care of you if you live here." Mr. Fu didn't want to be too forceful, so he had to be tactful.

Yang Qingwei naturally knew that they were talking to herself, and they were afraid that his focus on marriage would affect his work, but the problem was that Fu Tingjun would not pull her over.

"I'll move back when I'm done with my work!" Yang Qingwei immediately nodded as if Fu Tingjun secretly touched her while talking.

She didn't want to come back, but she couldn't refute the face of the two elders. Yang Qingwei completely understood what it means to suffer unspeakably.

The family chatted in the living room for a while, and the two elders went back to their rooms to rest when they were tired, and they also went back to their own rooms. Because the two elders of the Fu family were there, Yang Qingwei had to share the same room with Fu Tingjun. At the same time, she still remembered that under the mattress the earring.

What an intimate distance it must be to be able to drop the earrings under the mattress, Yang Qingwei suspected that he had brought other women here during her absence.

The door was closed and the lights were turned on. Fu Tingjun wanted to take a bath, but she held her arm, with the earring lying on her hand.

"Whose is this?" The serious expression didn't match her demeanor.

Fu Tingjun glanced at it and said casually, "Isn't it yours?"

"I don't wear earrings at all, how could it be mine?" Yang Qingwei let go of her arms, sat on the bed angrily, suddenly remembered something, put the earrings aside, got up and lifted the pillow, quilt, and even the bed sheet examine.

Fu Tingjun became interested when he saw her looking like she was catching a mistress.

"Besides you, only Yayoi and the maid came in our room. Most likely, Yayoi came to find you or me, and the servant came to pack things. The earrings probably belonged to them. Just ask tomorrow." .”

Yang Qingwei knelt on the bed, holding the sheet in her arms, and said angrily, "Come on, these earrings are not Yayoi's style at all, and the maid at home doesn't wear any jewelry at all, Fu Tingjun, are you trying to lie to me again?"

"What did I lie to you? There is no other woman in the house, even the courier boy is a man!"

Yang Qingwei grabbed the earrings and yelled at him, "Could it be that I took this out to lie to you?" The more she said, the more angry she became, and finally threw down the sheet in her arms, and climbed out of bed to go to the room she lived in. He stopped.

"My parents are here, you will misunderstand them!" Fu Tingjun coaxed in a good voice.The relationship between the two finally eased up, and now that there is such a quarrel, Fu Tingjun really has a headache.

"Aren't you afraid of my parents' misunderstanding? Tell me, whose earrings are these? Did you bring someone else to your house and it's still on our bed..." Thinking of that possibility, Yang Qingwei felt sick.

"Forget it, I'll go back to Tianyujingyuan." Yang Qingwei really couldn't stand this kind of grievance.

Fu Tingjun was also wronged, because he didn't know who the earrings belonged to. He spent most of his time in Tianyujing Garden to accompany her recently, and he was also puzzled by the sudden appearance of such a thing in his room.

"How do you go back so late? Did you ask the driver to take you? Are you afraid of waking up your parents? Be good, stop making trouble, rest today, and I will help you find the answer tomorrow!"