Fu Tingjun, let's get divorced

It took Yang Qingwei two days to decorate the house. The so-called arrangement is nothing more than hanging the clothes brought over in the closet and filling the refrigerator in the kitchen with ingredients.

These are all normal, the only abnormal thing is the courier she received, although she also bought some things online, but those things were basically just shipped or in transit, and they never arrived here, but she has already received more than a dozen That's right, at first she thought it was someone else's mistake, but the name, phone and address are all here, she can't get rid of it.

He piled these things up in the hallway, thought for a while, opened one, it was a facial mask, and it was the one she was using now, and opened another one, it was a face cream, which was also the one she was using now, Yang Qingwei did not give up and opened another one, It's clothes, and the size is for her, how could...

Yang Qingwei squatted there for a long time, making sure that these couriers were all for her, but she had just moved here, and even her parents didn't know her new address, so these couriers could only be sent by Fu's family, Fu Misheng or Mrs. Wu and the others Woolen cloth?It can't be Fu Tingjun, right?

Yang Qingwei opened all the couriers, put the contents into the cabinet, tore off the courier slips, unpacked the cartons and stacked them neatly on the side of the corridor, thinking about taking them down when she went downstairs.

After finishing everything, Yang Qingwei sat on the sofa and sent Fu Misheng a WeChat message, asking if she bought something for herself?It didn't take long to receive a reply from her, saying that she didn't buy anything for herself.

Who sent the courier?
Yang Qingwei dug out Aunt Wu's WeChat, and when she was about to send her a message, Fu Misheng's message popped up.

"Probably my brother gave it to you."

Yang Qingwei stared at this sentence for a long time, and finally went to ask Aunt Wu.In the end, Mrs. Wu didn't know the answer either, so she didn't send it.

So, is it really Fu Tingjun?

Then why did he send himself something?Or an item she used to use?
To be honest, the skin care products she used before were very expensive, because Fu Tingjun asked her to look radiant all the time, and all the expenses were borne by him. More importantly, he found a beautician for himself, and the skin care products she used were all beauty products. The teacher chose it, saying it was the most suitable for her, but Yang Qingwei thought it was expensive enough.

A bottle of [-]ml toner costs several thousand dollars. Why, the water is made of gold?

But Fu Tingjun asked her to be in good condition, and those things did make her skin better, so she used them.She would be in better shape now if she wasn't sick.

Forget it, why think so much, don't miss it when we are separated.

She said so, but she was still curious in her heart, so she searched out the contact person pressed at the bottom and sent a sentence, "Did you send the courier?"

I thought this time it would be like before, but just when she was about to quit, he replied with only one calm: yes.

The hanging heart suddenly calmed down. She stared at the word for a long time, and after repeating it several times, she replied: Thank you, I don't need it in the future.

Now that they are separated, stop entanglement. Yang Qingwei hopes that the place where they meet next time will be the divorce office of the Civil Affairs Bureau.

Unexpectedly, he ignored her rejection at all, but replied: A little heart.

Mind.Yang Qingwei couldn't help laughing when she saw these two words, but her eyes were wet.

Even if they are separated, what kind of intentions are there? If you really have intentions, you should show them when you are together, instead of telling her that he still has intentions after separation. Isn't this too ironic?

After feeling sad, she opened the dialog box again and replied: No need.

Don't give her a chance to regret, please let her go simply.

Fu Tingjun stared at the two words and buckled his phone on the desk in boredom, clasped his hands to his mouth, and his eyes flickered.