Fu Tingjun, let's get divorced

The room was quiet, with only the sound of two people's breathing, Yang Qingwei was shaking like a sieve.

Fu Tingjun glanced at the pajamas on the bed, and his eyes shifted to her again. At this time, she was still wearing the same clothes when she went out today. Fu Tingjun remembered the water flowing down in the video, and thought for a moment and pressed her on the bed.

Yang Qingwei was completely panicked, using both hands and feet, trying to escape, but unfortunately his strength was too great for her to move, not only that, he also borrowed her pajamas to press her hands above her head and tie them up.

"Fu Tingjun, what are you doing?"

Because of the violent struggle, the corners of her clothes had been lifted up, revealing her white and tight waist. Fu Tingjun lifted up the corners of her clothes, but when she saw nothing unusual, she pulled her trousers again. Yang Qingwei was out of breath from crying. While begging for mercy, he tried to escape his restraint, but in the end he was defeated.

Fu Tingjun didn't see any burn marks on her body, and felt a little relieved, but at this time, the posture of the man on top of the woman was somewhat ambiguous, so Fu Tingjun took the opportunity to clamp her chin, and said in a low and indifferent voice, "What did you do this afternoon?"

Yang Qingwei was lying on the bed in disheveled clothes, her red eyes were aggrieved and pitiful, but it was a pity that she couldn't impress Fu Tingjun.

"Go...go home." Yang Qingwei knew him too well, and now he was a lion about to get angry. If he resisted now, he would meet her in unpredictable danger later.

She didn't want to put herself at risk again.

"Go home?" Fu Tingjun lowered his head and approached her with sharp eyes, "I've been waiting for you for almost four hours!"

Yang Qingwei didn't know when he came here, but it looked like he must have been waiting for a long time, but Zhou Chu was a taboo with him, and it would be hard for her to tell her, so she simply didn't answer.

"Say!" He squeezed her chin slightly harder, and Yang Qingwei opened his mouth in pain.

Now Yang Qingwei was completely speechless.

"You don't remember, then let me remind you." Fu Tingjun's voice softened, but the gentler he was, the more thunder was hidden behind him. Yang Qingwei wanted to plug her ears, but unfortunately her hands were tied and she couldn't move.

"Coffee shop, week out."

Hearing his words, Yang Qingwei's pupils dilated. She was only grievanced, but now she was only panicked, and her body, which had finally calmed down, struggled again.

"Why, let's talk about the main thing? Have you forgotten your status as married and still want to hook up with other men?" He still remembered that she wrote the word "unmarried" on her resume.

Yang Qingwei shook her head violently, but it was a pity that his hand was so strong that she couldn't shake it off at all, and there were already white marks on her face.

His waist and legs were also bruised to varying degrees due to his suppression. Now Yang Qingwei is like a fish on a chopping board - ready to be slaughtered.

"Hmm..." Yang Qingwei wanted to say something in a crying voice, but couldn't say anything, and Fu Tingjun's eyes were red with anger and his reason had been burned out.

"You love him that much? Even if he's married to another woman?"

Every sentence was like a knife piercing her heart, causing her pain.

"No..." Yang Qingwei wanted to deny it, but unfortunately, his jaw was clamped and he could only cry "Woooo".

Dizzy with anger, Fu Tingjun looked at the disheveled woman under him and thought: She is mine!
"Fu..." Yang Qingwei wanted to beg him, but unfortunately he couldn't hear anything now, only the anger in his eyes seemed to burn her through.

The previous disguise disappeared at this moment.

Only then did Yang Qingwei understand that no matter how gentle a wolf is, it's always a wolf, and it's not familiar.