Fu Tingjun, let's get divorced

Yang Qingwei regretted it more than he did.

Although she took a comfortable bath in the bathroom, she took off the bra that she used when wearing a miniskirt before taking a shower. Now after taking a shower, she not only has no clothes but also underwear. Now she really can only Wrapped in a towel.

It is said that when people are unlucky, drinking cold water will clog their teeth, but now the clogging is too serious, let alone a toothpick, even a century-old tree can't pierce it open.

Yang Qingwei gritted her teeth, opened the closet, looked at the brand-name shirts and suits inside, and finally found a men's sweater from a corner. She had to admit that the sweater was a good thing. Wearing it on her body even solved the problem of pants, but the upper body was still very uncomfortable. At ease, Yang Qingwei found a clean towel and folded it around her chest.

After confirming that she was safe for the time being, Yang Qingwei looked for her mobile phone in the room again, but unfortunately she didn't have one, not to mention the mobile phone, not even her bag, so Yang Qingwei had to open the door to ask Fu Tingjun for help.

Walking cautiously towards the stairs, the outstretched foot was stopped by the voice downstairs before stepping on the steps.

"...Well, send her things here, she will stay here for a few days, you send her back, and she will be locked up at home and not allowed to go anywhere!"

Yang Qingwei almost cried out when she heard the last sentence.

what does he mean?Are you not allowed to go out?Confinement?It's been 3202 years, why is there still talk about confinement?Yang Qingwei felt that divorce was imminent.

"I'll be later..." Fu Tingjun seemed to have noticed something, and suddenly turned his head to look at the second floor. Yang Qingwei had no time to hide, so he met his eyes. Yang Qingwei's heart trembled, and she was glad that she was holding on to the railing, otherwise she would have rolled down .

"Let's talk later." Fu Tingjun suddenly cut off the phone and got up to go upstairs to arrest people. Yang Qingwei suddenly felt blessed, turned and fled back to the bedroom. When he reached the second floor, Yang Qingwei had already locked the door and even moved a chair from the room to block the door.

The violent knock on the door almost shook the dust, but Yang Qingwei refused to open the door no matter what.

What are you kidding, in the middle of the night, a man and a widow, and she just finished taking a shower, this is an excellent opportunity to commit the crime, they will soon dissolve the relationship between husband and wife, and she doesn't want to entangle with him anymore.

"Yang Qingwei, open the door!" Fu Tingjun's voice was full of confidence, which made people timid.

"No!" Yang Qingwei said boldly, grabbing the corner of her clothes.

Unexpectedly, she would disobey him, and Fu Tingjun became even more angry.

"Are you sure?" A deep voice came along the door, Yang Qingwei felt that the danger was approaching, she subconsciously walked towards the window, although she didn't know which floor it was, but it was better to jump off than to be caught by Fu Tingjun.

Yang Qingwei suddenly became less afraid. She quickly walked to the window and looked down. It turned out to be the second floor, and she was fine. Even if she jumped directly, she would suffer a broken bone at most, and her life would not be injured. However, if she wanted to escape, she had to ensure her safety. , so she tugged on the curtains hard, only to hear a "bang", the door was knocked open from the outside by a huge impact, and Yang Qingwei was so frightened by the loud noise that she pulled the curtains a lot harder, before she could react. Seeing Fu Tingjun rushing towards him.

It was suddenly dark in front of her eyes, and when Yang Qingwei came to her senses, she was wrapped in a warm embrace. Yang Qingwei was silent for a moment and regained her senses, but the person who was holding her came to her senses before she could react. Her eyes were dull, and Fu Tingjun asked in a nervous voice that he didn't realize, "Weiwei, how are you?"

Yang Qingwei's brain completely lost the ability to think, she just stared straight at Fu Tingjun, and it took a long time to hear someone calling her Weiwei.

Weiwei is a name that anyone can call, but when Fu Tingjun calls it, she feels heartache.