Fu Tingjun, let's get divorced

"Oh, by the way, is this a gift for me?" Fu Tingjun asked curiously remembering the bag under her bag, although he already knew what was inside.

Take it from the sofa aside and hand it to her.

"This was given to me by Yayoi." Yang Qingwei explained, "Besides, didn't I already give you a gift?" Although it was for her, it was also for him!
Fu Tingjun smiled slightly, "Yes, yes, you have already given me a gift, what is this, can I see it?"

"I don't know. Yayoi gave it to me when she brought me back yesterday. I haven't read it yet." As she spoke, Yang Qingwei took out the box from inside and opened the lid to see the wine-red fabric. She thought it was a nightgown or something, but took it out. When I came out, I saw that it was really a nightgown, except that under the nightgown was a low-cut, backless, buttocks and legs. It was said to be a nightdress, but it was actually just a small piece of cloth.

Yang Qingwei angrily threw the pajamas on the sofa and said angrily, "Fu Misheng!"

Fu Misheng, who was far away in the company, sneezed, and Sister Meng asked her if she had a cold?Do you want cold medicine?Fu Misheng shook his head.

In Tianyujingyuan, Fu Tingjun couldn't stop the smile on his face after taking the set of pajamas.

"Oh, it looks like there's another show tonight!"

Yang Qingwei snatched it away, wishing she could throw it out from the 16th floor.

"Don't be angry, Yayoi is also kind, but she didn't consider your body."

"You still say? Yesterday...I don't know how to wear it anyway. If you like it, take it to your little lover!" Her body had not fully recovered, and she didn't dare to make too many big movements, so she had to put the rags on Wrap it up and stuff it in a bag for him.

Fu Tingjun looked at the bag in his bosom with a wider smile on his face, "I don't have a lover, but my wife has one, why don't you make it difficult? Oh, it seems that I haven't worn the two sets before!"

"Fu Tingjun!" Yang Qingwei was really going to be blown up by their brother and sister.

"Oh, don't be angry, don't be angry, it's just pajamas, anyway, it's for me to see, don't pay too much attention!" Fu Ting put it aside, leaned over and hugged her into his arms, "Don't worry, I promise to be gentle this time! "

Yang Qingwei's small hand slapped him on the face, and Fu Ting was speechless.

Because she was going to Zhenyuan tomorrow, Fu Tingjun didn't pester her at night, but she was very worried that she didn't prepare a Christmas gift. Fu Tingjun said don't worry, he was ready. Yang Qingwei asked what gift she had before going to bed at ease.

On Saturday, the two of them went to Zhenyuan together, and Zhenyuan also had a Christmas atmosphere, Yang Qingwei thought in a trance that they were on the street.

When she lived here before, the elders of the Fu family and Fu Misheng were not here, and Fu Tingjun often disappeared. There was only her and the servants in the empty house. She didn't feel much about these Western festivals, so the servants at home did not arrange them. Now that the two elders of the Fu family and Fu Misheng are both here, they will naturally pay more attention to it, especially Fu Misheng, who likes to be lively, so she will naturally give orders, so it is not surprising that this is the case here.

"What are you thinking about?" Fu Tingjun patted her and led her in.

Mr. Fu was making tea, and Fu Misheng was obediently sitting opposite him waiting. Mrs. Fu was sitting on the sofa, wearing glasses, studying an emerald necklace, and there was a reference book beside her. Yang Qingwei felt that she was out of place with the atmosphere here.

"Mom and Dad, we're back!" Fu Tingjun said, and Fu Misheng couldn't sit still when he heard the voice, and immediately got up and ran over, putting his arm around Yang Qingwei's shoulder and saying, "Weiwei, you're here!"

Seeing Fu Misheng thought of the gift she gave, Yang Qingwei became angry, but since her parents-in-law were there, she had no choice but to suppress it.

"Hmm! You look in a good mood!"

Fu Misheng put his hands on her shoulders, leaned his head to look at Fu Tingjun, and whispered, "I think my brother's mood seems to be better. How is it? My gift is working?"

Originally, she wanted to suppress it, but it's a pity that Fu Misheng insisted on mentioning it, so she could tell her through gritted teeth, "No!"