Fu Tingjun, let's get divorced

Regarding the separation, the two took a step back.

That night, Yang Qingwei packed her things. In view of Fu Tingjun's back-and-forth experience, the sooner the move, the better.

In fact, she didn't have many things to take away. Apart from the clothes she bought, there were also a few small ornaments. Although they were not worth much, they were the only part of her property.

After packing everything up, it was only a suitcase. Yang Qingwei finally showed a happy smile on the suitcase standing in front of the cabinet.

I'm sure to have a good dream tonight.Yang Qingwei thought.

In another room, Fu Tingjun suffered from insomnia again.

Probably because she was too excited yesterday, Yang Qingwei went to bed very late, so when she woke up in the morning, it was already past nine o'clock. Based on the experience of the previous few days, she thought that Fu Tingjun was still at home, but when she came to the living room, Aunt Wu told her that Fu Tingjun was still at home. After going to work, Yang Qingwei felt inexplicably regretful, but this regret was far from that of moving.

Yang Qingwei ate breakfast as usual, and Aunt Wu took care of her carefully. Yang Qingwei felt a little sad.

Although she has a bad relationship with Fu Tingjun, the servants of the Fu family treated her well. Even Fu Misheng, who once hated herself, treated her very well. Now that she wants to completely break up with the Fu family, Yang Qingwei is still reluctant, but the road is She chose by herself, she must go on.

Probably due to a heavy heart, today's breakfast was so slow that Fu Misheng came down just after eating half of it.

"Morning, Weiwei!" Fu Misheng greeted her as usual, Yang Qingwei waved to her with a smile, calling her to eat together, Fu Misheng trot down happily, and Aunt Wu went to get her breakfast.

After the aunt and sister-in-law finished their meal, Yang Qingwei told her that she moved today and might not have time to come over in the future, so she asked her to take good care of herself, and after thinking about it, she added another sentence, asking her to take good care of Fu Tingjun.

Fu Misheng had no objection to this, it was her private matter after all, but she still said, "My brother's words still need to be taken care of by you!"

Yang Qingwei was taken aback for a moment, but just smiled without saying a word.

Seeing her getting up to leave, Aunt Wu wanted to say something, but Fu Misheng preempted her.

"Vivi!"

Yang Qingwei turned around, only to hear Fu Misheng say with a smile, "You are moving today, do you know if I have the honor to warm your house for you?"

The air froze for a moment, and finally Yang Qingwei broke the silence.

"Okay!"

Yang Qingwei went up to the second floor alone and pulled her suitcase. Once again, she looked around the place where she had lived for two years, feeling a little bit reluctant.

Forget it, so be it.

Yang Qingwei took the suitcase out and closed the door.

When Yang Qingwei took the elevator to the first floor, Fu Misheng and Fu's servants gathered in the living room, and the driver, Old Liu, helped pull the suitcase.

Yang Qingwei looked at them with tears mixed in their smiles, "Thank you for your care during this time, I have caused you trouble!"

Yang Qingwei bowed deeply to them, and the servants also bowed.

"I will come back to see you when I have time in the future!" Although everyone knew that the possibility of her coming back was unlikely, they were still full of longing for her words.

After speaking, she patted Fu Misheng, and the two followed the driver out.

Before Yang Qingwei got into the car, Mrs. Wu suddenly called her. Yang Qingwei turned her head in front of the car and found that Mrs. Wu had a lot of gray hair. She stood at the door with tears in her eyes and a trembling voice, but she still sent her word for word. ear.

She said, "Remember to come back and take care of those flowers!"

She was referring to the flowers that Yang Qingwei raised.

Yang Qingwei looked at her moist eyes, she nodded vigorously and said, "Okay!"

The black Bentley drove away from Zhenyuan, and Yang Qingwei, who was finally able to run to freedom, did not feel relaxed. Maybe some people and some things have become indelible traces in their hearts.