Fu Tingjun, let's get divorced

Zhou Chu is Yang Qingwei's first love boyfriend and Fu Misheng's ex-husband. The three of them met and their relationship was complicated.

The music in the cold drink shop was still going on, only the three of them stood facing each other, no one spoke, until a new customer came in, Zhou Chu had to walk a few steps forward, and came in front of them.

"long time no see, how are you?"

The words were addressed to Yang Qingwei, but because of the relationship between the three of them, Yang Qingwei didn't speak, but Fu Misheng, who was standing behind her, took the conversation and replied flatly, "Everything is fine."

Yang Qingwei took a step back unnaturally, and gently pulled Fu Misheng's hand, Fu Misheng said knowingly, "We have other things to do, let's take a step first!"

Zhou Chu had no choice but to make room for them. When Fu Misheng pulled Yang Qingwei past him, Zhou Chu subconsciously reached out to pull Yang Qingwei, but Yang Qingwei ruthlessly avoided him.

Let the past stay in the past, don't mention it again.

Unfortunately, many things are beyond our control.

Fu Misheng found a restaurant with good privacy and sat in a private room, neither of them spoke.

The atmosphere was so stiff that even the clerks were afraid to come in and order food.The sister-in-law who used to be close is now separated by three people.

Yang Qingwei looked down at her fair fingers, and found that her nails had grown a lot. It seemed that she needed to cut them when she got home.

"You..." Just as Yang Qingwei was thinking wildly, Fu Misheng, who was sitting not far away, spoke, and Yang Qingwei raised his head to meet her wet red eyes.

Yang Qingwei wanted to help her wipe away her tears, but after thinking about it, she was not qualified, so she slowly lowered her raised hand.

Fu Misheng didn't pay attention to her movements, but was immersed in her own sadness, her voice choked up quite a bit.

"Do you still like him?"

Yang Qingwei's brain crashed, and after thinking for a while, she realized that she was referring to Zhou Chu, so she shook her head slowly, and said firmly, "No, I don't like him."

Fu Misheng thought she was lying to herself, don't turn her head too far and don't want her to see her embarrassed appearance, but Yang Qingwei said to her back, "I gave up when I decided to be with your brother. After so many years, I and him He was a stranger for a long time. In fact, I didn’t even recognize him when we met today.”

Fu Misheng's shoulders were trembling. Yang Qingwei thought about it, then got up, walked to sit in front of her, and stuffed the tissue into her hand.

"Cry if you want, don't force yourself." After speaking, Yang Qingwei got up and said to go to the bathroom, and went out.

Only Fu Misheng was left in the private room, and she finally burst into tears without caring about other people's eyes.

Yang Qingwei walked out of the private room, told the clerk not to go in for the time being, and then went to the bathroom.Standing in front of the mirror, Yang Qingwei realized that her eyes were red.

How can it be possible to just let go of someone you like?At the beginning, she was just forced to leave.Speaking of which, she was the one who was sorry for Zhou Chu.

I thought that Zhou Chu would be able to live a happy life if he married someone else, but unexpectedly, by mistake, his marriage was not happy, and even hurt others.

If all mistakes have a source, then the source of the four of them's mistakes must be her.

Because of light makeup, Yang Qingwei didn't dare to wash her face with cold water, so she could only wipe the corners of her eyes with a paper towel to make herself look stable. As for Fu Misheng, I hope she can look away as soon as possible.

Afraid of disturbing Fu Misheng, Yang Qingwei stayed outside for a long time. When she returned, Fu Misheng had disappeared and was replaced by Fu Tingjun. Although the two got along well recently, Yang Qingwei was still not used to the sudden change.

She asked tremblingly, "Why are you here?"

Fu Tingjun was leaning against the dining table and smoking a cigarette. The smoke billowed up, and Yang Qingwei couldn't see his face clearly.After a long time, he said lightly, "Are you hungry? Would you like something to eat?"