Fu Tingjun, let's get divorced

When Yang Qingwei returned home, Fu Tingjun was reading a tablet on the sofa. Yang Qingwei greeted him slightly awkwardly. Fu Tingjun continued to stare at the screen without even looking at her. Yang Qingwei put on her slippers, put her suitcase aside and walked toward him.

"Why is it so early today?"

"Today is Sunday." The voice was cold, as if he had returned to Sanjiu Tian.

Yang Qingwei originally wanted to sit next to him, but after thinking about it, she decided not to.

"Then, I'll go back to my room first."

"Yeah." The voice was still cold, Yang Qingwei turned around and dragged her suitcase upstairs.

Fu Tingjun turned his head and watched her struggling to drag the box upstairs and felt unbearable, but thought of the video and sat down again.Fu Misheng had already sent him a WeChat message telling him the approximate time they would arrive home. He also came back early, hoping to hear her explanation, but she said nothing.

Sighs spread in the living room, and the spring breeze outside the window could not break the cold winter inside.

After returning to the room, Yang Qingwei took the clothes in the suitcase to the washing machine, took a shower, and finally put on comfortable home clothes. However, when she stood in front of the mirror and blew her hair, she still felt uneasy. Fu Tingjun's attitude just now He was obviously in a bad mood, and I didn't know if it was because of the video. It seemed like I had to find a time to explain it to him, and I hoped he would listen.

After cleaning herself up, she looked at the time and saw that it was almost six o'clock. Yang Qingwei then went downstairs to prepare dinner. As a result, Fu Tingjun was not in the living room. Yang Qingwei thought that he might have gone to the study, so she ignored him and went straight to the kitchen.

Since I didn’t spend the weekend with him, I’ll make up for it by making something delicious and explaining the video.Yang Qingwei's heart was always in a state of turmoil, and she even added salt to the soup twice.

Hey, this person just can't make mistakes. Once he makes a mistake, he will torture himself to death.

After finally cooking dinner and putting it on the table, Yang Qingwei gritted her teeth and then went upstairs to call him. As a result, there was no one in the study, no bedroom, and even the gym was empty.

What about people?

Yang Qingwei returned downstairs only to find that his shoes were not at the entrance. It turned out that he had gone out.

Why don't you say anything when you go out?Yang Qingwei was a little aggrieved, but she still went back to the room to pick up her cell phone and call him. As a result, he said that he had gone to Zhenyuan. Yang Qingwei didn't say anything, but just told him to eat well and rest early as usual.

After turning off the phone, Yang Qingwei stood there, the evening breeze blew the curtains, and the room was a little cold.

After preparing a full meal, she could not speak out, and no one shared the prepared dinner. Yang Qingwei sat alone in the restaurant until late.

Fu Yasheng looked at Fu Tingjun who was about to turn the rice into rice paste at the dining table and couldn't help but shake his head.

"Is this interesting to you? You leave as soon as she comes back. Are you a primary school student?"

Fu Tingjun raised his eyes, and Fu Yasheng immediately closed his mouth and waved his hands. He glanced at the rice that had been poked into rice paste and couldn't help shaking his head, and took a sip of the soup silently.

These two people were dead ducks if they didn't tell each other even though they clearly had feelings for each other. If she didn't want them to follow in her footsteps, she wouldn't want to care about them.

After dinner, Fu Tingjun was about to go to the study but was pulled by Fu Misheng. Fu Tingjun didn't look good.Fu Yasheng also understood that just because she took Yang Qingwei out to play that caused the scandal, no matter how good her brother was to her, she would still be angry when it came to feelings.

Fu Yasheng, who knew all this, smiled and pulled him to the sofa. He also asked the servant to prepare some pears, but when he saw that his face was not good, he changed to dragon fruit.

"As for that, it's just a fruit!" Fu Yasheng complained. Fu Tingjun stood up to leave. Fu Yasheng quickly held him back with both hands, "Okay, okay, if you don't want to eat, you won't eat. I was wrong. You can get busy later!"

Fu Tingjun reluctantly stayed, which made Fu Misheng feel tired.