Fu Tingjun, let's get divorced

During dinner, Fu Misheng didn't pester her to go out, but ordered a meal from the hotel and ordered takeaway.

Yang Qingwei looked at a table full of dishes, and symbolically lit candles in the middle. After playing for a whole day, Yang Qingwei realized that her stomach was already growling.

"How about it, is it romantic?" Fu Misheng raised his chin proudly, "It's a pity that there are no flowers. I wanted to buy them at first, but after thinking about it, it's better for my husband to give flowers, so I gave up!"

Yang Qingwei was amused by her proud look.

"You!" Yang Qingwei gently tapped her forehead to greet her to eat.

Yang Qingwei felt that she hadn't been so relaxed and happy for a long time. Although Fu Misheng was Fu Tingjun's younger sister, she didn't have any shadow of Fu Tingjun. Instead, she made her feel comfortable and at ease. Yang Qingwei was very happy.

"Vivi, are you happy?"

Yang Qingwei was happily gnawing on a chicken nugget. Fu Misheng asked without thinking. Yang Qingwei looked at her with the chicken nugget in her mouth. The meat in Li repeatedly waved her hand to signal her to delete it, but she refused to say anything, and even sent it to Fu Tingjun. Yang Qingwei got up and wanted to snatch it, but Fu Misheng directly locked the screen, and she had no choice.

"What are you doing?" Yang Qingwei really didn't understand what she meant. She and Fu Tingjun were about to divorce, so what's the point of sending him these photos now?redeem?How can it be!

"Let your husband see how cute you are!" Fu Misheng said proudly, "But did my brother abuse you? Why do you look like you haven't eaten for a few days?"

Yang Qingwei ate the chicken nuggets, wiped her mouth with a paper towel, took another sip of her drink, and explained after her breathing became smoother, "People who have been eating porridge for a while ago lost their energy, so of course they have to eat their fill when they finally come out! "

What Yang Qingwei said was on the one hand, and on the other hand, because without Fu Tingjun's surveillance, for Yang Qingwei, even in that city, she felt depressed. Now that she escaped, she naturally had to enjoy it.But she has little money, so she can only eat Fu Misheng.

"Ah, so miserable?" Fu Misheng thought of eating porridge three times a day, and suddenly felt that his whole body was not well.

"Forget it, anyway, my brother is not around, you can eat extravagantly, I treat you!" Then he added secretly, "Let my brother reimburse you!"

Yang Qingwei seemed to be infected by her emotions, and nodded in agreement.

The candlelight was flickering, and the delicately arranged plates quickly bottomed out. Yang Qingwei touched her bulging belly, and raised her goblet to clink with Fu Misheng again.

"So full!" Fu Misheng burped, "Where shall we go tomorrow?"

Yang Qingwei didn't even have the strength to shake her head. She looked at Fu Misheng with a smirk, and said with difficulty, "Listen to you."

Seeing her lazily leaning on the chair, Fu Misheng's eyes blurred, she suddenly thought of something, and asked triumphantly, "Why don't you go to the bar?"

Yang Qingwei's eyes widened instantly.

bar?She has never been to a bar since she was so old, and she was looking forward to it, but when she thought of Fu Tingjun, she was terrified.

If Fu Tingjun found out that she went to the bar, let alone a divorce, he would probably have to pick her up as soon as she entered the door. That scumbag Fu Tingjun only cared about her own enjoyment and didn't care about her life or death.

That's right, he doesn't care about his own life, why should he care about him?

Probably dazzled by hatred, Yang Qingwei stared at Fu Misheng and agreed very firmly.Probably because of the dim candlelight, she didn't see the slyness in Fu Misheng's eyes.

The two cuddled together in the living room and chatted for a while, because they were yawning so much that they had to go back to their rooms to rest. After all, there was a new purpose tomorrow.

Unfortunately, what Yang Qingwei didn't know was that when Fu Misheng returned to the room, he sent Fu Tingjun a message, telling him their itinerary for tomorrow.