Fu Tingjun, let's get divorced

Yang Qingwei didn't want to interrupt their topic, but she was still involved, and couldn't hide, so she had to keep silent.

Fu Tingjun saw that she didn't want to participate, so he said, "Stop making trouble, and have a good meal!"

As a result, when he returned to the room at night, he held her hand and told her not to mind. Yang Qingwei shook her head, and Fu Tingjun asked her if she was feeling uncomfortable.Yang Qingwei still shook her head.Fu Tingjun was not in the mood to play charades with her, so he told her to go to bed early and go to wash up.

This evening, Zhenyuan set off fireworks. She stood in the yard and watched the fireworks go straight up to the sky and then exploded under the dark blue sky, bursting into colorful lights, and her heart also bloomed.

It had been a long time since she had seen the sky, let alone such a beautiful night.

The sound of firecrackers and fireworks was endless, she just stood there until Fu Tingjun put on her coat, and Yang Qingwei turned her head and said thank you in a low voice.He stood beside her and held her hand silently. They had been married for more than three years. This was the first time they celebrated the Spring Festival together and watched the fireworks together. Unfortunately, she was also tired after the fireworks, and she didn't want to say anything when she got upstairs.

Sitting silently on the sofa, she didn't close the curtains, but watched the fireworks flying into the sky in the distance, and all she thought about was the child who would never come back.

When the two elders of the Fu family were not in China before, they slept in separate rooms. In that guest room, she could numb herself and forget the feeling of that thunderstorm night and the feeling of life passing in her body. But now, when she returned to this room, she passed by the bathroom. Sometimes my heart hurts like a needle prick.

She can't forget.

Cold hands covered her face, allowing her to regain a brief sobriety.

"Why are you still sitting here? Go take a shower!" When Fu Tingjun came out, she was still sitting there. There were no fireworks outside the window, but she was still looking at the dark sky.

Yang Qingwei got up, took her pajamas and went to the bathroom. Before entering the door, she suddenly remembered something and asked him if he could sleep in the guest room?Fu Ting was puzzled, but seeing her appearance, he agreed.

The two came to the guest room where she slept before, and Yang Qingwei went to wash up, and her condition improved a lot.

The two were lying on the bed. Seeing that he was not sleepy, Yang Qingwei whispered, "Why don't you sleep? Aren't you sleepy?"

Fu Tingjun lay on his side and looked at her side face and replied, "Why don't you want to sleep in that room?"

"Will He Yingying give birth to you?" Yang Qingwei didn't answer his question, but asked a new question. Fu Tingjun looked at her suspiciously, but still answered her question.

"If I were willing, there should be many women who would be willing to bear children for me."

That's right, Yang Qingwei thought, a rich and powerful family like the Fu family will definitely have many people who are related to their children. It would be even better if they could extend their children. Thinking of this, Yang Qingwei was relieved, but it was a pity that Fu Ting accepted The words of coming down let her take back the relief she just exuded.

"But I won't just find someone to marry and have children."

Yang Qingwei bit her lip and didn't answer.

The big hands under the quilt groped along her body until they interlocked her fingers forcibly, Yang Qingwei did not struggle.

"Don't you still understand my heart?"

Yang Qingwei, who was biting the soft flesh, felt sore in her heart, and tried to hold back her tears.

"I..." She wanted to say something, but her trembling voice betrayed her as soon as she spoke, and Yang Qingwei couldn't continue.

The darkness magnified the senses, Fu Tingjun moved forward, hugged her into his arms and kissed her temples.

"Tell me if you have anything, I am your husband, and I should share your sadness and sorrow. Weiwei, you don't have to bear everything by yourself."

Not knowing if his words touched a string in her heart, Yang Qingwei finally stopped suppressing her emotions, hugged him and began to cry.

Even though it's been almost a year, she still can't let it go.