After the flash marriage, the wealthy husband can’t hide his vest

Fu Tingxiu turned around and looked at the willow standing outside the yard with cold eyes.

Fu Tingxiu was a little disgusted with Yang Liu's arrival. It was not the first time that Yang Liu had appeared in front of him so suddenly in the past few months.

He and Meng Ning were divorced, and Yang Liu was so close. As long as there was no brain problem, he could understand Yang Liu's thoughts, a woman's thoughts.

Fu Tingxiu stood on the steps in front of his house, with no intention of opening the door.

Yang Liu smiled and said: "Mr. Fu, I came to a friend's house for a visit. I was about to go back when I saw you came back. I just got off work now."

Fu Tingxiu was not interested in knowing the reason for Yang Liu's appearance here, and said in a lukewarm tone: "Miss Yang, it's better not to worry about it. The most important thing is self-knowledge."

After saying these words, Fu Tingxiu opened the door and went in without saying a word. His attitude towards Yang Liu was as cold as ice.

Yang Liu stood there with an ugly expression on his face, a little confused. Fortunately, there was no one around.

During this period of time, Yang Liu tried many ways to get close to Fu Tingxiu by encountering him by chance, but Fu Tingxiu's current whereabouts were too difficult to find out. Even if he finally got there, he couldn't talk.

This time, Yang Liu also went crazy and came to guard the house.

Fu Tingxiu spoke to her, but his short sentence was like a sharp knife, cutting through her disguise and embarrassingly exposing her to others.

It turned out that Fu Tingxiu had already known what she was thinking.

Her love for him was over before it even began.

Yang Liu was greatly shocked. A word of self-knowledge was worse than a slap in the face.

Sure enough, Fu Tingxiu's tenderness could only be shown to Meng Ning. After the divorce, Fu Tingxiu was like a knife in the cold night, hurting anyone who got close to him. It was intimidating and tenderness would never be seen again.

Yang Liu returned home dejectedly, only to be greeted by Zhou Wenxiu's urging: "Have you seen Fu Tingxiu? Are you okay? It's been several months and you still haven't taken down Fu Tingxiu? Why are you like this?" Stupid."

Yang Liu was not in the mood to talk to Zhou Wenxiu and went straight back to the house. Zhou Wenxiu chased him to the door and shouted loudly: "What are you hiding in the house for? Did you fail again? You are really worthless. Meng Ning can kill people with just a flick of his finger." I got the hook, why can't you do it?"

As soon as he finished speaking, there was the sound of smashing things in the house, and Zhou Wenxiu was so scared that he shut up.

Yang's father came over and said, "Please stop saying a few words. I'm really busy. How can you be a mother like you and encourage your daughter to pursue her cousin's ex-husband? Do you want your relatives to know and not to laugh at you?"

Zhou Wenxiu rolled her eyes: "What's the joke? I don't know how many people are trying to get into the Fu family. That's sour grapes. We only have one daughter. Don't you want your daughter to marry better?"

Father Yang felt that he could not communicate with Zhou Wenxiu, so he said impatiently: "You can do whatever you want, I'm going to bed."

Yang's father didn't care. Zhou Wenxiu was in trouble with Yang Liu again and was in a bad mood.

Yangliu in the room even shed tears of grievance. She looked at the handkerchief Fu Tingxiu gave her. She always thought that Fu Tingxiu had some feelings for her, but she didn't expect to be so disgusted.

How heartbreaking it is to be disliked by someone you love.

Yang Liu angrily picked up the scissors and cut the handkerchief into pieces. After venting his anger, he regretted it. He picked up the fragments and sewed them up stitch by stitch. He obsessively touched the word 'Fu' embroidered on the handkerchief and murmured in his mouth. With Fu Tingxiu's name.

"Fu Tingxiu, why can't you love me? Why can't you look at me?"

Falling in love is not a matter of one person, it must be a matter of two people.

In this world, there are too few people who can meet each other and be together.

It was late at night.

After a busy day, Meng Ning washed up and went to bed, while Bubble had already fallen asleep.

No matter how poor his life was, as long as he looked at his daughter, Meng Ning felt it was worth it.

Meng Ning couldn't sleep. She took out her mobile phone, opened her WeChat address book, and clicked on the chat box with Fu Tingxiu. After hesitating for a long time, she edited a message and sent it: "I miss you. I want to hug you very much. Lie down." In your arms, smelling your scent, I tell you that I really, really miss you..."