Fu Tingjun, let's get divorced

Probably infected by the atmosphere here, Yang Qingwei became excited after taking two sips of wine. Seeing this, Fu Misheng even dragged her into the dance floor. Yang Qingwei was shy at first, but she jumped up after being dragged by her for a while.

It's been a long time since I've felt the taste of indulgence. Yang Qingwei played more and more happily, and even took off her coat. Fu Misheng took advantage of the opportunity and threw the coat and bag to the bodyguard, who just hid and watched.

As the night got deeper, the music sounded louder. After a day's work, some people squeezed in to indulge, and many of them made appointments by relaxing. Fortunately, although Yang Qingwei was a little drunk, she still knew how to measure it, so when someone approached her, she She will subconsciously avoid it, but there are more and more people, some intentionally and some unintentionally, Yang Qingwei hides for a few minutes, and then prepares to drag Fu Misheng away, but Fu Misheng is already having fun, so she doesn't notice her small movements at all. Too many, they will soon be washed away.

Yang Qingwei came down from the dance floor to look for her clothes and bag, but found nothing. In desperation, she was about to rush into the dance floor again to look for Fu Misheng, but was stopped by someone.

"Beauty alone!" A boy with dyed yellow hair and a flowered shirt approached her and tried to hook her chin, but she avoided it.

Yang Qingwei knew that the nightclubs were not ordinary people, so she just took two steps back silently, and finally bumped into a wall of people, and Yang Qingwei realized that she was surrounded.

"Don't be nervous, everyone is out to play, the most important thing is to have fun!"

The man was pushed away before he finished speaking. Fu Tingjun came to her with a dark face. He didn't know where to find her coat and wrapped it up for her, and asked the people behind him to send Fu Misheng back. Before he could react, he had already walked out of the bar with his arms.

After drinking, Yang Qingwei's face was flushed, and she couldn't help sneezing when the wind blew. Fu Tingjun looked at her with displeasure, and asked if she was cold?Yang Qingwei nodded honestly.

The air outside was not cold, but Fu Tingjun's face was really cold.

Yang Qingwei thought that he would take off his coat and put it on her like the domineering president in the novel, but he just replied coldly, "You deserve it!"

Sure enough, she shouldn't have any illusions.

When Fu Tingjun was kind to him, it was when he needed his help. He would not show any care for such a heroic rescue of a bear.

Being escorted by him into the car, Yang Qingwei wanted to say that Fu Misheng hadn't come out yet, but Fu Tingjun just asked the driver to turn on the heater.

Yang Qingwei thought he was showing kindness and wanted to say thank you, but when she saw his face, she lost her mood immediately.

After all, they were still in the cold war. Although he helped him, he probably didn't want his belongings to be polluted.The gratitude that finally gushed out was instantly extinguished.

They are not all the way.

Yang Qingwei quietly moved to the side, staring out the window with a pair of red eyes, the street scene was reversed, there were few pedestrians, and the life of holding hands with her lover and pressing the road was long gone.At this time, she is Mrs. Fu who can sit in a BMW in a fragrant car. Even if Fu Ting doesn't love her, she can still enjoy a luxurious life.

With her head pressed against the leather seat, the warm air drove away the cold air, and the alcohol gradually hit her head. Yang Qingwei leaned against the seat and fell asleep drowsily.

Fu Tingjun, who had been keeping a cold face, realized that she had fallen asleep when her head touched his shoulder, and there seemed to be tears on her thick eyelashes.Fu Tingjun sighed, adjusted his sitting posture so that she could lean against him, wrapped his coat around her body, and reminded the driver to drive more steadily.

Bentley pierced through the night, and finally turned on the lights in the long-quiet villa. Fu Tingjun carried her back to the room, looked at her sleeping face with hatred and distress, and finally just helped her cover the quilt, turned and went to the bathroom to wring out a wet towel.