On the day of the divorce, the wind and the sun were beautiful.

Song Qingyu was wrapped in a cherry-red brocade cheongsam, her skin was white and beautiful, and this red neutralized the paleness of a long-term illness and made people more bright.

Almost as soon as she got out of the car, the eyes around her were attracted.

Fu Tingshen stood at the door, his expression was cold and gloomy, Song Qingyu at this moment was more poisonous than a snake and scorpion in his eyes.

The divorce procedures were handled quickly, and when she came out of the Civil Affairs Bureau, Song Qingyu took the small notebook and looked at it carefully.

Fu Ting sneered and sneered: "Regret it? Also, leaving the Fu family, where else can you go, I'm afraid the Song family will not be waiting to see your daughter for a long time. ”

Song Qingyu's clear and translucent eyes were raised slightly, and the corners of her lips rose slightly: "I'll give you a divorce gift." ”

Fu Tingshen thought that she wanted to play some trick again, and frowned in disgust, but when she saw the things handed over by Song Qingyu, she froze suddenly.

That's a very thin needle.

"Lin Yuanyuan should thank me, if I hadn't helped her pierce all your condoms, how could she get her wish?"

Song Qingyu smiled, this was the first time Fu Tingshen had seen her smile so freely after three years of marriage.

However, the smile pierced his eyes deeply.

Although Fu Tingshen has not returned home every night for the past three years, and even deliberately showed affection with Lin Yuan in front of her, he never thought of divorcing her, because the power of the Song family is there, even if Song Qingyu is no longer favored, she is also a member of the Song family.

But Lin Yuan was pregnant, he already felt that he owed her a name for not giving her for so many years, how could he be willing to let her have a fetus for herself, and now that the stock prices of the Song Fu family are stable, he decided to divorce after careful consideration.

I didn't expect it all to turn out to be a bureau.

Song Qingyu's bureau.

Thinking of what she said last night, Fu Tingshen even suspected that her purpose since three years ago was to force herself to divorce.

Song Qingyu bent down and dusted off a green leaf under the corner of her clothes, she was slender, revealing the back of her thin white neck when she bent over.

Fu Tingshen suddenly squinted his eyes, staring at the red mark on the back of his neck that looked like a bite mark, gasped for a while, and almost gritted his teeth and choked the back of her neck: "Who got it!" ”

Song Qingyu's eyebrows furrowed, her neck was choked, she couldn't breathe, she raised her leg and kicked the man in a fatal position, Fu Tingshen was caught off guard and retreated, staring at her with a fierce gaze.

Song Qingyu grinded her teeth lightly, a little displeased: "We are already divorced." ”

Fu Tingshen: "Is it Fu Wenzhou!" ”

Song Qingyu lowered her face coldly: "Does it have anything to do with you?" ”

Fu Tingshen was so angry that his teeth trembled: "Okay, you and Fu Wenzhou gave me a set, do you think I will let you go easily?" At the wedding, I thought that this kid looked at you wrongly, but I didn't expect it to be guessed by me! Song Qingyu, I cheated, how can you go better than me? If it weren't for you, I would have been married a long time ago! Don't forget that you're the third party! ”

Song Qingyu raised her eyes: "Three years ago, the Fu family's capital chain was broken, but it did not reach the point of no return. If you and Lin Yuanyuan are true love, why do you ask to marry me? In the past three years, you have had many opportunities to ask me for a divorce, but you have not. Obviously, you are selfish and selfish, and you are reluctant to give up the power of the Song family, but you also want to hold a beautiful woman in your arms, Fu Tingshen, you want to take advantage of all the cheap things in the world? ”

After speaking, Song Qingyu turned around and walked into the car: "Uncle Chang, drive." ”

She looked tired, but her spirit was excited, and after three years, she finally got rid of the Fu family completely.

Song Chang asked curiously: "Miss, why did Fu Tingshen suddenly take the initiative to mention divorce?" ”

The corners of Song Qingyu's lips curved slightly: "Lin Yuanyu is pregnant." ”

"What?!" Song Chang was very angry when he heard this: "It's okay for Fu Tingshen to raise a lover behind your back, but now he actually got someone pregnant, he ......"

"I got it." Song Qingyu interrupted him and said calmly: "Only when Lin Yuanyu is pregnant, the Fu family will choose the one that is most beneficial to them after weighing the two phases. ”

When the old man Fu passed away, the will stated that if the Fu family had a queen, he would inherit an additional inheritance. Lin Yuan's belly is not angry, so she can only add fuel to the fire in the middle.

According to Fu Changlin and Qin You's short-sighted nature of greed for money and self-interest, they will definitely advocate for him to divorce him in front of Fu Tingshen.

Song Chang has been by Song Qingyu's side for more than twenty years, and almost immediately understood the twists and turns, he nodded and thought of Fu Wenzhou again: "Isn't that the little Fu always having to inherit one less?" ”

Song Qingyu raised her eyebrows: "Are you Fu Wenzhou's uncle or my uncle?" ”

Song Chang snorted: "I'm not afraid that Mr. Fu will find out and make trouble with you again." ”

Song Qingyu's beautiful eyes turned slightly, the corners of her lips hooked, and she didn't know who she was talking about: "Puppy temper." ”

Song Chang didn't hear clearly: "What did Miss say?" ”

"Nothing." Song Qingyu said: "You help me go to the Fu family again and bring the porridge over." ”

When he arrived at Fu's house, Song Chang got out of the car: "Isn't Miss going in?" ”

"No, it's annoying to them." Song Qingyu replied, and at the end of the sentence: "Don't be angry with them, it's not worth it." ”

As soon as Song Chang entered the gate of the Fu family, he found that the servants of the Fu family had thrown all Song Qingyu's things in the yard, and saw several silk scarves that Song Qingyu liked falling on the ground and soiling.

cleaned up the mess on the ground, went into the house and took out the porridge in the cage, and spat on the ground, Song Chang walked out of Fu's house.

Song Qingyu took the porridge from Song Chang's hand, rubbed it on its furry head, and the cat arched into her arms and barked coquettishly.

Song Qingyu chuckled: "It's as clingy as your master." ”

Now that she has just moved out of the Fu family, and she has entrusted someone to sell the real estate she received from Fu Tingshen, she will not be able to find a place to settle for a while, so she lives in the apartment she bought before marriage.

In fact, she has spent most of the time in the apartment in the past few years, so everything is complete, and she can move in with her bag.

The house was pitch black, Song Qingyu turned on the light, put the porridge on the ground, the little cat was already familiar with the road here, and he didn't touch anything when he ran around.

After a tiring day today, Song Qingyu lay on the bed after bathing and feeding the cat, and slowly closed her eyes after her body fell into the soft mattress.

I don't know if it's because of the wind blowing during the day, she has been sleeping very cold, and her slender body is curled up in a ball and curled up in the quilt.

Something stuck to her in the confusion, and Song Qingyu vaguely felt as if someone was holding her waist and hugging her.

The back was like a stove, it was very warm and comfortable, and Song Qingyu, who originally wanted to struggle, gave up resistance.

The source of the flame was like a discontented beast, and the palm of the hand reached restlessly, and the small kiss spread along the back, licking and kneading on the lower back.

Song Qingyu's body was hot, her headache was terrible, and the pain in her waist dragged her out of her dream, she shrunk her neck and muttered: "Porridge, don't make trouble." ”

There was a muffled snort in his ears, Song Qingyu felt that the power on his waist had disappeared, thinking that the porridge was gone, and before he could catch his breath, his earlobe was caught.

Song Qingyu's delicate body trembled unconsciously, that was her sensitive point, only Fu Wenzhou knew.

Fu Wenzhou......