Fu Tingjun, let's get divorced

Yang Qingwei wanted to move mainly because she wanted to leave Fu Tingjun and the Fu family. She didn't expect to actually move out. The door lock code and elevator card were given to the Fu family brothers and sisters respectively. What kind of move is this?
Although I regretted it, there was nothing I could do. After all, this was also Fu Tingjun's house.Yang Qingwei regretted not sticking to the house she was looking for, but looking at the balance on the card, she decided to bear it, and wait until she finds a job and has some savings.

Because the community is very strict, even takeaways are only delivered to the doorman, so Yang Qingwei and Fu Misheng had to go downstairs to pick them up in person. So, where is the convenience of such a good community?

I have to buy a folding bike, Yang Qingwei thought. In the future, if I buy express delivery, I have to pick it up at the gate of the community. It is convenient to have a folding bike.

"It's too far away!" Fu Misheng complained, "What does this community think? Takeaways are not allowed in, so what's the point of takeaways?"

"It's safe!" Yang Qingwei laughed.

"What about the medicine in the takeaway?"

Yang Qingwei: ...

She really didn't expect this layer.

"So the explanation of safety is a paradox at all!" Fu Misheng concluded, "But the distance is really too far. Wouldn't it be too troublesome if you didn't buy something delivered to the door?"

Yang Qingwei nodded seriously.

At first I thought she was just complaining, but Fu Misheng told the security directly about it at the security office of the community, but the security said it was Mr. Fu's order. Yang Qingwei and Fu Misheng looked at each other, speechless at his actions.

"No need." Yang Qingwei said, "In the future, let them deliver the courier and takeaway downstairs, and I can come down and pick it up myself."

"This..." The security guard was in a dilemma.

"I'll tell him." Yang Qingwei promised.I thought I didn't need to contact him anymore, but I didn't expect it to be like this.

When the two of them took the food and walked back, the driver, Lao Liu, came back, and the three of them met downstairs. The driver said that he had bought something, Yang Qingwei looked confused, but Fu Misheng understood what he meant, and put his elevator card Give it to him and let him help deliver it.

Yang Qingwei was shocked when she saw the contents in the trunk. There were many small bags of rice, flour, grain and oil, probably seasonings and the like. Yang Qingwei asked him why he thought of buying these things?Fu Misheng said it was Fu Tingjun's confession, but Yang Qingwei opened her mouth and said nothing.

The three people brought the things up in two parts, mainly the driver and Yang Qingwei. It was very rare for the eldest lady Fu Misheng to accompany her to pick up the food.

After carrying the things up, Yang Qingwei invited the driver to have dinner together. The driver waved his hands repeatedly. Fu Misheng said to let him rest and come to pick her up at night. The driver nodded, and Yang Qingwei pressed the elevator for him.

After sending the driver away, Yang Qingwei returned to the restaurant, looked at Fu Misheng who was arranging the dishes, and said seriously, "Is it you?"

Fu Misheng turned back without raising her head, "What?"

"You asked Uncle Liu to buy those things, right?"

"Nonsense, it's obviously my brother!" Fu Misheng refused to admit it.

"Forget it, your brother doesn't know how to buy these, let alone this, even the pots and pans are probably bought by the servants at home." Yang Qingwei glanced at the white porcelain plate, her eyes dimmed, " Because these things are the same as Zhenyuan’s.”

Fu Misheng seemed to have heard some shocking secret, and curiously moved to her side, touched her shoulder and asked, "It seems that you know my brother very well!"

Yang Qingwei curled her lips and turned her head away, but her red ears betrayed her.

It would be a lie for the two of them to say that they didn't understand each other for three years, not to mention that she once really had the idea of ​​spending the rest of her life with him, but it's too late to say anything now.

The two of them arranged the food, and Fu Misheng, who was already hungry, put his chest on his back and started to eat with a knife, fork and chopsticks. Yang Qingwei disagreed with her way of combining Chinese and Western food.