Fu Tingjun, let's get divorced

Chapter 7 Bracelet
Seeing Yang Qingwei's appearance, he must know something, but now that she is in the guest room, he can't go in. Fu Tingjun thought for a while and went back to the study to call his father-in-law, saying that he was concerned about their recent situation, but actually asked what the family had sent to Yang Qingwei.

Sure enough, Father Yang told him without hesitation that they sent her a pair of silver bracelets left by Grandpa Yang Qingwei, which was promised by her grandparents during her lifetime, saying that she would give her as a dowry when she got married. There was no wedding, and Grandpa couldn't wait, so they sent the silver bracelets.

Originally, I wanted him to bring it back, but at that time there were too many things and my mind was messed up, so I forgot. I saw the bracelet a few days ago and sent it over, and told the news of Grandpa Yang's death.

After hanging up the phone, Fu Tingjun felt a little complicated.

Originally, he didn't want to tell Yang Qingwei about Grandpa Yang's death. After all, her body hadn't recovered yet. Now that the Yang family's parents had told the truth, he didn't have to hide it. It's just her body...

Fu Tingjun thought of what Dr. Xu said, and felt annoyed. He always thought that she was depressed because she lost her child. It turned out that there was a wound in her heart, but I don't know if it was from him or from Zhou Chu. If it was Zhou Chu, What should he do?Give it up?
Sorry, he can't.

Yang Qingwei is his, even if she doesn't like him, she is his.

Fu Tingjun stood in front of the window and looked at the trees in the yard. The branches and leaves on the trees were green and the cicadas were singing, which was disturbing.

It's rare that Fu Tingjun was there during dinner, and Yang Qingwei didn't even look at him, she just sat in her seat and prepared to eat, but usually she only ate porridge, but today it was a bowl of rice, Yang Qingwei lost her appetite looking at the rice ——Of course she doesn't usually have an appetite.

"Change me a bowl of porridge." Yang Qingwei pushed the rice in front of him away.

The servant didn't move, but Fu Tingjun looked at her with a gentle tone.

"Your body is just right, eat some rice to be energetic!"

Yang Qingwei ignored him, and still said to the servant beside her, "Exchange a bowl of porridge for me."

The servant looked at Fu Tingjun in embarrassment. Fu Tingjun didn't want to argue with her on this kind of matter, so he waved his hand. The servant immediately took away the rice and brought her a bowl of porridge.

Yang Qingwei looked at the porridge in front of her and dug a little into her mouth with a spoon, warming her mouth, warming her cold heart a little, but the warmth reached its peak in the second bite.

Covering her mouth, Yang Qingwei staggered towards the bathroom and threw herself into the sink.

Fu Tingjun stood at the door and looked at her like this, and his heart was broken. It turned out that she was already like this.

Turning on the faucet, the cold water quickly rinsed the sink clean. Yang Qingwei took two handfuls of water to rinse her mouth, and then washed her face with cold water. When she raised her wet face, she saw Fu Tingjun through the mirror that was stained by water droplets. , Yang Qingwei froze, avoiding sight.

It is rare to have a meal together, but it ends on this occasion.

When Yang Qingwei wiped her face and was about to go back to the room, Fu Tingjun suddenly stepped forward to accompany her. Yang Qingwei did not refuse, and the two of them walked towards the second floor one after the other. The short steps seemed to be full of difficulties in their relationship. , although I can step on it, but it is only a short pause, and soon enters a new problem.

Yang Qingwei thought about their past and their hopeless future, thinking that this is the best ending.

Finally reached the second floor, Yang Qingwei stopped suddenly and said to him without looking back, "Come with me."

Fu Tingjun watched her back and followed her.

He couldn't remember how long he hadn't been in her room, and it felt strange to enter it again.He looked at the wicker chair covered with a thick blanket in front of the balcony, and involuntarily imagined her sitting in the wicker chair looking into the distance, and Yang Qingwei in that way scared him.

"Yang..." Just as Fu Tingjun was about to call her, she took out something from the bedside cabinet and gave it to him.

(End of this chapter)