Fu Tingjun, let's get divorced

Fu Misheng had dinner here before leaving. The originally lively house suddenly became quiet, and Yang Qingwei was not used to it.

When she was in Fu's house, she was not afraid even if she lived alone, because she knew that there were servants on the first floor, and she could just call them when she needed companionship or help, but now, she is the only resident on the entire floor, although outsiders can't help I went upstairs, but I was still very scared in an empty room alone.

Turn on all the lights, turn on the TV, and play any entertainment program.She doesn't care what is playing now, as long as there is sound in the room.

Pull the curtains in all the rooms, a boring variety show is playing in the living room, Yang Qingwei cleans the dining table, and when she was about to wash the dishes, she found a dishwasher, but unfortunately she can't use it, so she can only wash it by hand.

The sound of running water filled the eardrums, and Yang Qingwei could no longer remember the scene of washing dishes last time. For her, the three years were both torture and enjoyment. What she enjoyed was that she did not need to pay such simple labor. Stay with people you don't like.

How ironic.

After washing the dishes and sweeping away the rice, noodles, grains and oils piled aside, Yang Qingwei put them aside again, took out the seasonings and arranged them one by one, and finally checked the refrigerator. It was still empty, and I had to go shopping tomorrow. Before the big purchases, though, do some shopping online.

Yang Qingwei changed the address to here, and deposited it into the account for water and electricity grid fees, and found that there was still a lot of money in it. It seemed that Fu Tingjun had prepared it in advance.

For a while, I wondered if I should praise him for his conscience?

It was almost eight o'clock after all this work, and her body was covered with sweat. When Yang Qingwei went back to her room and opened the box to find her pajamas, she found that she had brought the pajamas they wore when they got married.

Looking at the wine-red nightgown, Yang Qingwei felt sore. After a long silence, she put it back and took a set of bear pajamas she bought to take a bath.

I have to admit that Fu Tingjun will enjoy it. Even if she doesn't live in a house, there is a bathtub, but considering the water bill, she still chooses to take a shower.

After taking a shower, she didn't blow her hair. She just wrapped it in a dry towel and came out. She came out in a hurry. She didn't bring any toiletries or skin care products, so she could barely make do for the night. She would go shopping tomorrow. She didn't expect that her phone rang when she got back to the bedroom. It was the driver, Old Liu. He said that he forgot to bring the toiletries he bought for her, and now they are being delivered. Yang Qingwei refused, but he said he would be there soon, so please press the elevator for her.

Because of the driver's arrival, Yang Qingwei had to change back into her clothes. She was comfortable in her own clothes. Yang Qingwei went downstairs with her mobile phone and elevator card. As soon as she got downstairs, she saw Fu's car parked not far away. Yang Qingwei walked away with a smile In the past, the driver Lao Liu came over with a bag.

"I'm sorry madam, it's hard work for you to make a trip!"

"It's okay, thank you today, how much are these things, I will transfer them to you!"

The driver waved his hands again and again, "No need, these are my husband's instructions, and he paid for them. There will also be a water dispenser and bottled water from the store tomorrow. Remember to accept them."

"What? You bought these?"

"Yeah! Let me know if you need anything else!"

"No, I've already troubled you today, go back and be careful!"

"Okay! Then I'll go first!"

Yang Qingwei watched the driver sit in the driver's seat. It was too dark and the street lights were too dim. She couldn't see what was going on inside the car. When she saw the car coming this way, she took a few steps back to avoid it. When she rubbed shoulders with the car, she felt a pang Trembling, couldn't help turning around and watching it leave.

When she went upstairs, Yang Qingwei hadn't gotten away from the emotion just now.

She doesn't know what's wrong with her, but she knows that from now on, she will live by herself. As for the Fu family, she will not contact her if she can.

It's a pity that God never follows people's wishes.