Fu Tingjun, let's get divorced

Yang Qingwei came out after applying some toner. Fu Tingjun saw her expressionless face and asked her if she felt any discomfort?Do you want to go to the hospital?Yang Qingwei shook her head, indicating that she was fine.

Fu Tingjun wanted to say something else, but Yang Qingwei's cell phone rang. She went straight to the sofa and took out the cell phone from her bag. She was stunned when she saw Zhou Chu's name. When she turned her head, she saw Fu Tingjun's angry face. Yang Qingwei went back to the room with the cell phone up.

Fu Tingjun followed with resentment, but she locked him outside and locked him up. Fu Tingjun gritted his teeth in hatred.

calm!Generosity!My Buddha is merciful!Fu Tingjun felt that he had used all the open-mindedness in his life at this moment.

"What's the matter?" Yang Qingwei really didn't think there was a need for them to keep in touch. Could it be that what he said in the coffee shop was not clear enough?

"I just called to tell you that I understand everything you said. I'm sorry to disturb your life. I will return to the position of a stranger in the future. That's it, goodbye!"

There was a beeping sound from the handset of the mobile phone, and Yang Qingwei stayed where she was, with empty eyes and red eye sockets.The relationship that I thought was broken long ago was really broken at this moment, and Yang Qingwei felt empty in her heart.

When Fu Tingjun walked out of the bedroom, he was sitting on the sofa and brushing his mobile phone. Yang Qingwei didn't bother to pay attention to him. He was going to warm up the half bowl of noodles left in the morning. When he opened the refrigerator, he found that it was full of fruits and vegetables, as well as bread, cakes and jams. Filled with quick-frozen dumplings, meatball ice cream, etc., looking at the refrigerator full of things, Yang Qingwei went back to the living room.

Now that things have happened, she can figure out who prepared it with her heels, but she can't imagine the scene of Fu Tingjun visiting the supermarket.

"Did you prepare the things in the refrigerator?"

Fu Tingjun didn't raise his head, and continued to sit there with his legs crossed and swiped his phone.

Although he helped fill up the refrigerator, it doesn't mean he can do whatever he wants here, Yang Qingwei stamped her feet, turned and went back to the kitchen.

Whatever he wants, anyway, she is hungry and needs to eat.

There are no noodles in the refrigerator, but there is pasta on the kitchen counter, she can cook pasta, plus there are green peppers, carrots and tomatoes in the refrigerator, she can make side dishes.

Just do it.

Yang Qingwei put on her apron and stood busy in front of the stage. She didn't notice Fu Tingjun who quietly came to peek outside the kitchen.

Before in Zhenyuan, she was a servant who prepared three meals a day. She had never been in the kitchen. This was the first time he saw her cooking. Her waist is enough to make him daydream.

He knew she was thin, because every time he struggled, he could grab her back with only one hand, but at that time the light was dim, and he couldn't see clearly. Now that he saw it for real, he understood what a slim waist is. .

Yang Qingwei, who was cutting shredded green peppers, didn't know that her back had become someone's sexual object, she was still cutting seriously, thinking in her head: I don't know if there is any meat in the refrigerator, it would be nice if I added some shredded pork.

Fu Tingjun watched obsessively, and unconsciously took a picture of her back with his mobile phone.

Although the two have been together for more than three years, they basically have no group photos. The main reason is that their relationship is not good, so there is no group photo in private. Even if they are attending various wedding banquets together, she will refuse all kinds of photos. I don’t know if she likes it or not. Taking pictures or not enjoying taking pictures with him.Now there is another photo of her in the phone, but it's a pity that it's not a group photo.

The cold water gradually became hotter, and at the end there was a sound of boiling. Yang Qingwei had already cut the side dishes, took off the lid of the pot and put the prepared pasta in. For some reason, she took some more and put them in, and used chopsticks to put all the noodles in. Immersed in the water, the steam hurt her hands, Yang Qingwei hurriedly withdrew her hand and pressed it to her ear and pinched it.

Probably because she was busy and happy, Yang Qingwei actually hummed a song. She was in the kitchen by herself while preparing side dishes and watching how busy the noodles were. Fu Tingjun was also very happy watching her back.