Fu Tingjun, let's get divorced

The desserts were packed away, and the chill in the evening breeze was getting stronger. Fu Tingjun wanted to take off his coat and put it on her, but she refused.

"There's no need to be so romantic. Besides, you have work tomorrow." Yang Qingwei explained, and the two of them walked back along the river, more silent than close.

When he reached a guardrail, Fu Tingjun stopped, looked at the boat in the river and asked curiously: "Do you have a lot of complaints against me?"

Yang Qingwei stopped next to him, and her small white hands brushed the guardrail, causing waves of chills.

"I did before, but it doesn't matter now." After all, we still have to share the same bed, so we still have to talk about some things.

"Doesn't matter?"

"Ok!"

Yang Qingwei looked at the boat slowly passing by in the river and murmured, "I used to put all my body and mind on you, waiting for you to come home every day. But the greater the hope, the greater the disappointment. The more disappointment, the more disappointed I become." Despair, coupled with children... I know the gap between us, but it is difficult to explain some things to myself, such as feelings. I just think that I am your wife and you should be good to me, but people should put themselves first and then others. Characters, just like your lovers, they are willing to attach themselves to you, just like me back then. But when I jumped out of that circle, I realized that some things were not your fault. If I stood in that position, I might not have done what you did. good."

She didn't expect that she would handle the quarrel in the restaurant so lightly. Fu Tingjun was a little surprised. It seemed that not only was he her teacher, but she could also teach her some things.

"You have a lot of insights!"

Yang Qingwei smiled, and the breeze blew over her cheek, picking up a piece of hair and sticking it on her face. Fu Tingjun reached out to help take it off.

"I just looked away." Yang Qingwei said, "I was too stubborn before, but now that I think about it, I was really stupid at that time."

Fu Tingjun helped her gather her coat, reached out to grab her hand and interlocked with her fingers, "Then let's learn from each other and educate each other, okay?"

"We should make progress together, right?" Yang Qingwei smiled, his big hands were moist and warm, driving away the chill from her body.

"Let's go, it's too late, you still have to talk about work tomorrow!"

Fu Tingjun put her hand to his mouth and kissed her lightly, "Let's go, I'll take you on the boat tomorrow!"

After a tiring day, Yang Qingwei was already tired and went to bed after washing up. Fu Tingjun, however, sat on the bed and looked at her sleeping face in profile for a moment and thought deeply.I had neglected her before, and I had to make up for it in the future.

Fortunately, the meeting was in the afternoon, so he could have a good night's sleep. However, Yang Qingwei woke up early because of his biological clock. Later, he remembered that he didn't have to get up early today and simply continued to sleep. However, Fu Tingjun had to get up early because of work and have a meeting with his employees to confirm it. Go to a meeting with a client.

Meetings, meetings, meetings, endless meetings.Looking at the time, I'm afraid I won't be able to take him on the boat today.

Fu Tingjun had already left when Yang Qingwei woke up, but he left her a WeChat message. Yang Qingwei put away her phone after reading it. It was already past four o'clock in the afternoon, her body was still a little unresponsive, and her brain was groggy. Even yesterday I had almost forgotten about the incident. It turns out that this is what jet lag feels like.

He didn't want to get up or do anything, so he just lay on the bed. After a while, he fell asleep again. When he woke up again, it was already midnight and Fu Tingjun was back.

"Are you awake?" Fu Tingjun put down the water glass, stood up and came to her side. Seeing that she was wearing light clothes, he took her back to the bedroom and took a thick coat to put on her.

"Why did you sleep for so long? Are you tired?"

Yang Qingwei was too lazy to speak and just shook her head gently.

"Are you hungry? Do you want me to give you something to eat?"

Yang Qingwei sat on the sofa and moved close to him, hugging him without saying a word.

Fu Tingjun was tickled by her dependence, and gently touched her hair with a gentle voice.

"what happened?"

"It's nothing, I just want to lean against you." She said and leaned her head gently on his chest.

A quiet and warm atmosphere filled the air, and Fu Tingjun felt that this kind of life was actually not bad.