Fu Tingjun, let's get divorced

How could Yang Qingwei be able to eat under such circumstances, she tried to stay calm, but the trembling voice still betrayed her.

"No, I won't eat."

Without even thinking about it, Fu Ting got up and pulled her to go out. Yang Qingwei hurriedly said that the bag was still here, but he grabbed her bag and left the restaurant with her hand.

"Let go of me! Fu Tingjun, let go!"

His wrist was red from his grasp, and Yang Qingwei couldn't shake it off several times.

Throwing her into the car and throwing the bag into her arms, Fu Tingjun sat directly beside her, and before he could speak, the driver took the initiative to lock the door.

In fact, Yang Qingwei guessed that he probably knew since he appeared in the private room, but whether he knew or not, Fu Tingjun's current appearance was very scary.Yang Qingwei didn't want to struggle, so let it be.

Fu Tingjun didn't speak, and the driver took them back to Zhenyuan. Before the car stopped, Fu Tingjun had already dragged Yang Qingwei out of the car. Yang Qingwei was dragged all the way back to the second floor by him, and even lost a shoe.

Fu Tingjun threw her on the bed, but Yang Qingwei didn't say a word, even though her knee hit the edge of the bed.

He was originally a rude and brutal person, his gentleness and consideration before was just an act, but now he is the real him.Yang Qingwei no longer had any thoughts of despair, after all, life was just like this, and she stopped struggling.

"Did you make an appointment with him? Do you still want to be with him?"

Yang Qingwei adjusted her posture and sat on the edge of the bed, covering her knee with her right hand and kneading gently without saying a word.

"Speak! Don't play dumb here!"

The hand rubbing the knee was startled, Yang Qingwei raised her head and looked into his eyes without any waves, "Would you believe me if I said it wasn't me?"

"What do you think?" Fu Tingjun put his hands on his hips, his face was so dark that ink dripped out.

Yang Qingwei didn't care, and continued to knead, her voice calm, "If you don't believe me, why ask me?"

After all, Yang Qingwei seemed to think of something again, and continued, "You never trust others, but you can't grasp everything. You live in suspicion and fear every day, aren't you tired?"

"What did you say?" Fu Tingjun glared angrily, Yang Qingwei flinched subconsciously, but still stood up.

"Fu Tingjun, have you ever trusted others? Have you ever trusted me? Do you know what trust is?"

Fu Tingjun was very annoyed by Yang Qingwei's series of questions, but he couldn't touch her, he didn't even dare to touch her, he was afraid of hurting her.

Seeing that he didn't answer for a long time, Yang Qingwei smiled wryly, "I have cut off contact with him since the day I promised you, and you took me to his wedding. We didn't contact other than that, and today was just an accident. Besides, he and Yayoi used to be husband and wife, and they have more contacts, so why do you say it's me?"

Yang Qingwei just feels aggrieved. Her love and her marriage have never been in her own hands. Even when she encounters her first love by chance, she has to be splashed with dirt.

Yang Qingwei's choked sobs made Fu Tingjun's angry heart gradually calm down, but Yang Qingwei's heart was turbulent.

"Fu Tingjun, let's let each other go." Yang Qingwei said wearily.

Her heart throbbed in pain, but her knees didn't hurt so much anymore. Yang Qingwei looked at the hands clasped on her knees and realized that her skin was so white that it had no blood color.

Sometimes she wonders if she is still alive?Until now, she was sure that she was still alive, because dead people don't feel pain.

Tears condensed into a large piece and fell vertically, hitting the arm and the back of the hand, soaking it all up.

As the sun set, the blood-red sunset glowed dazzlingly behind Yang Qingwei.Fu Tingjun watched her squat down slowly, and the hand clasped on the back of her hand received hot tears. He looked at her pale face and realized that her injury had not healed.