Fu Tingjun, let's get divorced

Yang Qingwei never thought that she would go through house hunting again. Previously she and Fu Ting were angry and moved out, but this time it was to find a house for her younger brother.

In fact, there was nothing wrong with letting him live in the villa, but it was her and Fu Tingjun's wedding house after all. It was always inconvenient for one more person to live in it, so Yang Qingwei looked for a house near the school. Unfortunately, the rent prices for houses near the school were relatively high, and Yang Qingwei was a little bit Difficulty.

Fu Tingjun saw that she had been searching for schools near the school on the Internet and advised her not to be so persistent. It was just a house. If he lived here, they would live in Tianyujingyuan. As long as they did not live together, there would be no impact. However, Yang Qingwei refused. Originally, Fu Tingjun helped He has tried his best to transfer to another school, how is it possible that he still needs to provide room and board now?

"Are your requirements for him too harsh?" Fu Tingjun put down the book in his hand and asked.

Rubbing the remaining cream in his palm on his neck, he finally turned his head and said seriously, "This is not harshness, it is life. I have the ability to help him, but what if I am not there? I have done my best to him, and the rest is up to him." "

Knowing that he couldn't convince her, Fu Tingjun stopped talking. Yang Qingwei finally got up and walked towards the bed after wiping her neck.

"Besides, this is my wedding room, not his dormitory!" Yang Qingwei said sternly as she sat on the bed, and Fu Tingjun nodded with a smile.

It took Yang Qingwei a week to finally find a good house for Yang Qingdong. Although the rent was still high, she had explained to the two elders of the Yang family that they were willing to bear the cost, so she sent Yang Qingdong there during his weekend. .

"You will have to live alone from now on, and it will be very tiring, but this is your choice." Yang Qingwei said seriously while sitting on the sofa, while Yang Qingdong was silent.

"Now that you've made your choice, there's no way out. Come on!" Yang Qingwei had nothing to say to him. She stood up to leave but was kept by Yang Qingdong.

"Sister!" Yang Qingdong called her. The two siblings faced each other. Yang Qingdong raised the corner of his mouth and said softly, "Thank you!"

Yang Qingwei put her hand gently on his shoulder and said with a smile, "If you encounter problems, you can always come to me, but I hope you have the ability to solve problems!"

"I will!"

"Get along well with your teachers and classmates, but you don't have to wrong yourself, do you understand?"

"I know!"

Walking out of the corridor, Yang Qingwei breathed a sigh of relief, pressed the central locking button, sat in the driver's seat and did not leave in a hurry, but remained silent.

The first time she left home was when she was in high school. At that time, she could live on campus. She didn't want to live at her parents' house, so she chose to go to school. During the holidays, she would go back to her hometown to see her grandparents. Later, when she went to college, she stayed away from her parents. From beginning to end, they He didn't do anything to help her. On the other hand, Yang Qingdong had to admit that sometimes she was really jealous of him, but there were some things that she couldn't get rid of.If she could start her life over again, maybe she would choose the script again.

After sitting for a while, she finally drove away. Because of Yang Qingdong's incident, she had already worked a few days later than others. If she delayed further, she might be laid off.

After living in the villa for so long, she almost forgot that she originally lived in Tianyu Jingyuan. She thought that the house was dusty, but she didn't expect it to be very clean. It seemed that the servants at home had come to clean it.

Fu Tingjun was a bit of a germaphobe, so he was worried about being a part-time worker and had to have a servant running back and forth at home. Yang Qingwei said he was pretentious, but he didn't mind. In short, as long as his life was comfortable, it didn't matter what others said.

Because she hadn't lived there for a long time, there was nothing in the refrigerator. Yang Qingwei had to go to the supermarket to buy some vegetables and fruits to fill the refrigerator. When it was almost time, she put on an apron to prepare dinner for Fu Tingjun. The two people had not seen each other for a long time, and Yang Qingwei felt inexplicable. of joy.