Author: Ling Leng Qiyi

Originally, she was thinking of treating herself to something delicious in the evening, but now she was really in no mood. Besides, she ate a big meal from Fu Tingjun at noon, so she wasn't that hungry now.

Fu Tingjun! Why are you thinking of him again? Now Yang Qingwei gets angry whenever she thinks of Fu Tingjun dragging her to visit his new lover.

This scumbag is simply the best of scumbags!

Because of the more than ten yuan worth of water and being taken advantage of by Fu Tingjun, Yang Qingwei's mood worsened, and her steps home became much heavier.

When Yang Qingwei returned home, the sunset had already set, leaving only the red sky. The sky was beautiful, but it was a pity that she was not in the mood.

When Yang Qingwei stepped out of the elevator and was about to open the door, she always felt that something was not right at the door of her home today, but she couldn't remember it for a moment, so she carefully pressed the password. When she opened the door, she first noticed the black leather shoes - men's style - placed at the door.

Someone is coming to her house!

But her parents didn't know she had moved, and no one else knew her password. How could anyone...

Yang Qingwei glanced at the kitchen to find a handy weapon to defend herself. As a result, she was stopped by someone as soon as she reached the kitchen door. She turned around and saw Fu Tingjun standing there in a white shirt, probably busy with something.

, his sleeves were rolled up to reveal strong arms, and three or four of the top buttons were unbuttoned, revealing wheat-colored skin. Yang Qingwei couldn't help but swallow her saliva.

Although she didn't like to see him, she had to admit that he still had a good figure, especially in bed...

Ah! Why are you still in the mood to think about this at this time? They are getting divorced, how can they think that the other person is good? No! Definitely not! Dame! Yang Qingwei made a big cross for him in her heart.

Naturally, Fu Tingjun didn't understand what was going on in her head. When he saw that her face was not good, he immediately acted like a gentle and considerate man, stepped forward to take the bag from her hand, and took her to the living room to sit down.

"Why are you back so late? Are you going for an interview again?"

Fu Tingjun asked as he went to the kitchen to get a bottle of room-temperature mineral water for her. It was such a hot day and she must have just come back. She must be dying of thirst. Hot water must be too late. You can't drink ice water. Only room-temperature ones are best. Fu Tingjun couldn't help it.

Give yourself a mental thumbs up.

Yang Qingwei looked at the water in her hand and couldn't help but touch her forehead. It didn't feel hot. She tried his again. It was indeed very hot and she was sweating.

"What are you doing?" Fu Tingjun asked in confusion.

Yang Qingwei took back her hand and looked at him and then at the water warily. She narrowed her eyes and asked, "Is this water not poisonous?"

Fu Tingjun thought he had heard wrong, so he asked again to make sure she was asking whether the water had been poisoned. He took the bottle cap off and drank almost half of the bottle before returning it to her.

"We will die together!"

Okay, it shouldn't be poisonous.

Yang Qingwei didn't know whether she was fainted from anger or the sun. She never thought that he had drank the water. She picked it up and took two sips. After drinking it, she remembered that the water was the leftovers from him, so she covered her mouth and ran away again.

Go to the bathroom.

Oh my God, what kind of bad luck did she have today? She was scalded three times by water!

Fu Tingjun thought she was feeling unwell and hurriedly chased after her. When he saw her lying in front of the sink and vomiting, he immediately helped her and brought her a towel. Yang Qingwei coughed out tears.

I'm so unlucky today.

Yang Qingwei coughed for a while and signaled him to stop, and asked him to go out, then locked herself in the bathroom to remove makeup and wash her face.

Looking at her rosy cheeks in the mirror, Yang Qingwei looked lifeless.

She was sure that she and Fu Tingjun ate the same food at noon. Why was it so abnormal that he seemed to have taken fake medicine?

"Weiwei, Weiwei, are you okay? Do you want to call the doctor?" Seeing that she refused to come out, Fu Tingjun knocked on the door worriedly.
Chapter completed!