Fu Tingjun, let's get divorced

Yang Qingwei's plan was to buy some new year's goods and ask Zhenyuan's servants to help decorate the villa and Tianyujingyuan. Unfortunately, before she had time to go to the market to choose, Fu Misheng took her to look at the clothes and jewelry, and Yang Qingwei was speechless.

She has a lot of clothes, many of which have not even removed the tags, so there is really no need to buy them, but Fu Misheng said that there should be a new look in the new year, so she insisted on dragging her to the counter.Seeing the unit price higher than her annual income, Yang Qingwei resolutely refused.

Her money is for buying new year's goods, not to mention that Yang Qingdong will come here to study after the Spring Festival, and she has to save some money for him, so she can't spend it randomly.

Fu Misheng was very disdainful of this, and asked if Fu Tingjun abused her?Don't even give money to sell clothes?Yang Qingwei was completely defeated by her logic.

"He didn't abuse me, it's just, oh, Yayoi, I really don't need new clothes, I have a lot!" Yang Qingwei explained that there are Zhenyuan, villas and Tianyujingyuan, and she has no shortage of these things.Fu Misheng said she couldn't move, so she had no choice but to give up.

Yang Qingwei sat on the sofa and watched Fu Misheng compare one by one, drowsy.

She was dozing off when someone approached her suddenly. Yang Qingwei woke up suddenly, and saw Tang Xue sitting beside her, staring at Fu Misheng who had changed her clothes, and said, "I think the bright red one suits you better!"

Fu Misheng raised her chin in agreement.

When Fu Misheng went to change clothes, Yang Qingwei said, "Why are you here?"

"Come out to relax when you're bored." Tang Xue picked up a magazine and flipped through it, pointing to one of the white sweaters and asking if they were in stock.The clerk said no, and could transfer the goods if needed, but Tang Xue refused.

Yang Qingwei saw that her makeup was a little heavy today, guessing that she might be in a bad mood, and asked curiously, "Aren't you busy at the end of the year?"

"Not busy." Tang Xue put down the magazine and looked at her. "It's almost Chinese New Year, and I don't want to see a doctor, even if it's psychological."

Yang Qingwei smiled, and when she was about to turn her head, she held her hand and looked over and over again, then looked at her face, and said affirmatively, "You are in good condition now, um, it seems that you are recovering very well."

"He has changed a lot, and so have I." Yang Qingwei said shyly.

"I can tell. With the nourishment of love, people are different!" Tang Xue said without reservation.

The door of the dressing room opened, and Fu Misheng came out wearing a bright red coat, and asked them, "How is it?"

"Great!" Tang Xue gave a thumbs up, and Yang Qingwei nodded in agreement.

When Fu Misheng went to change one, Tang Xue asked her why she didn't choose?Yang Qingwei said she didn't need it, and Tang Xue asked some more questions, only to find that her material requirements were not high, and maybe she hadn't adapted to the life of the Fu family.

"Sometimes buying new clothes or buying something you like will give you a craving that will deepen your happiness, so don't hold back, let alone, you can afford it."

Yang Qingwei nodded.

The three of them went to the grilled fish shop in the evening, but as soon as they entered, Yang Qingwei felt sick to her stomach. After returning from the bathroom, she didn't feel better, but seeing that they wanted to eat, she endured it, but when such a large plate of grilled fish was served, she Still can't help but go to the bathroom again.

Both Tang Xue and Fu Misheng were stunned, especially Tang Xue couldn't help feeling her pulse, asked her some questions, asked Fu Misheng to pay the bill, and they took her to the hospital.

Fu Misheng was very nervous, thinking that Yang Qingwei was sick, so he asked Tang Xue again, Tang Xue said she was a psychiatrist, Fu Misheng retorted, "Then you still take the pulse?" Tang Xue didn't speak, just glanced at Yang Qingwei from the rearview mirror, Yang Qingwei's heart skipped a beat, and a bad feeling arose spontaneously, she couldn't be...

Yang Qingwei sat in the car and recalled silently. At this time, she especially regretted not having the habit of using her mobile phone as a notepad.

She felt like she forgot something last month, but because it was the end of the year, she was so busy at work, and she was worried about her identity being exposed, and she was worried all day long. Looking back now, she really didn't think there was anything, but they have always taken safety measures Ah, could it be... No, no, no!Yang Qingwei repeatedly denied it in her heart.