Boss, Your Wife’s Asking for A Divorce, Again

Du xiatong was wrong this time.

It was precisely because Fu Xi was so soft hearted that Zhao Qiging aggravated her condition and returned to the hospital again.

After everyone left, Fu xishen looked at Zhao Qiqging's left hand tightly held. After staring for a long time, he raised his hand and stretched Zhao Qiging’s hand.

Fu xishen's hand had just left. Zhao Qiqing tightened her left hand again, and her fingernails fell into the meat.

The doctor told him that Zhao Qiging could feel the pain from her arm. Unconsciously, she could only do something she couldn't control.

"Zhao Qiqing, be obedient.” Fu xishen tried to keep his voice quiet and put his left hand in Zhao Qiging's hand to prevent her from hurting herself.

At the moment, Zhao Qiging couldn't hear anything. She just wanted to obey her will. Her fingernails tightly clasped Fu xishen's left hand, trying to transfer her pain.

Fu xishen only slightly frowned at Zhao Qiging's behavior and didn't take away his hand.

It was not until a long time later that Zhao Qiqing let go of her hand, and five red marks appeared on Fu xishen's slender fingers.

Zhao Qiqing tortured Fu xishen all night and said some unreasonable demands from time to time. Fu xishen only regarded her as a patient.

Zhao Qiqing was awakened by the dazzling sunshine. She wanted to find her mobile phone with her right hand, but was discouraged by pain.

"Hiss." With a ferocious expression, Zhao Qiqging saw Fu xishen with sharp edges and corners. "What's the matter?” Fu xishen slowly opened his eyes, and there was a slight pain in his fingers. "My hand hurts." #@$& amp;

Zhao Qiqing didn't seem to be fully awake and didn't realize her coquettish tone. Wei qubaba's expression added a bit of loveliness to her.

"Where does it hurt?" Fu xishen picked up the hand closest to him and asked.

"Palm."

Zhao Qiqing spread out her left hand. The palm of her hand had the same trace as Fu xishen's finger. It seems that she started too hard last night.

Fu xishen did not resist, but carefully helped Zhao Qiqing knead and relieve the pain& amp; (& Her thoughts gradually returned to yesterday. She remembered talking to Qin Fang on the phone and lost consciousness without talking.

Since then, Zhao Qiging can't remember anything.

"Is my hand serious?" Zhao Qiging looked at Fu xishen in a tentative tone.

Speaking of his arm, Fu xishen's expression was instantly dark, and the strength in his hand was much greater.

"It hurts.” Zhao Qiging pursed her lips slightly and thought of the reason why she appeared in the ward.

There was no pain in the palm of her hand. Zhao Qiging took back her hand and deliberately kept the distance between them: "you sent me yesterday?"

Fu xishen coldly answered Zhao Qiqging’s question: "Qin Fang sent you.”

Hearing Fu xishen's answer, Zhao Qiging's pupils shrunk, which means they met?

Although the cooperation with Qin Fang doesn't need to be sneaky, after all, she pried Fu xishen's corner.

Zhao Qiqing, who breathed deeply, smiled awkwardly, "really?"

"Why are you here?"

If Qin Fang sent her to the hospital, it's understandable. What happened to Fu xishen after staying in the ward all night?

Zhao Qiqing was full of questions and no one gave her the answer.

"You held my hand yesterday."

Fu xishen looked straight into Zhao Qiging's eyes, who never believed to doubt.

Zhao Qiqing couldn't believe she caught Fu xishen's scene. This was something she didn't dare to do for five years. She did it when she was unconscious.

Fu xishen didn't say it, but it was his own decision to stay.

"Well, can you let Du xiatong come to the hospital?"

Facing Fu xishen, Zhao Qiging is still slightly embarrassed and tries to keep a distance from Fu xishen.

"Du xiatong goes to the company to deal with things and will come to the hospital in half an hour.” Fu xishen calmly answered Zhao Qiqging's question.

"Oh." Zhao Qiqing nodded and ended their conversation.

Zhao Qiqing stared at the ceiling with big round eyes, and her fingers clung together inadvertently, just not looking at Fu xishen.

Fu xishen left Zhao Qiging alone and went to wash.

When Du xiatong came, Zhao Qiqing was counting with her eyes open. She completely saw her boring expression.

"Mr. Zhao, I brought you laundry and toiletries. If you want to take a bath, you can tell me."

Du xiatong didn't know that Fu xishen didn't leave and didn't hide his words.

"Well, I don't want to take a bath.” Zhao Qiqging glanced at the direction of the bathroom and reminded Du xiatong to pay attention to his words.

The latter didn't notice Zhao Qiging's eyes and continued: "I saw you sweating a lot yesterday. You must be uncomfortable.”

Du xiatong just understood Zhao Qiqing's refusal as embarrassment. After all, their relationship was not so close.

Said, Du xiatong wants to help Zhao Qiging change clothes. Zhao Qiging, who can't move greatly, can only hold Du xiatong with her left hand: "Du xiatong, Fu xishen is still here.”

Zhao Qiqing's words were like a bolt from the blue, which made Du xiatong stop all his actions. One of the shirt buttons has been unfastened. Zhao Qiqing's spring light is suddenly exposed and her face is red.

Coincidentally, Fu xishen saw this scene. Even because Zhao Qiging pulled Du xiatong, the angle was bigger.

Fu xishen looked away for a second, pretended not to see and walked to the sofa.

Du xiatong, who responded, helped Zhao Qiging buckle up again and whispered, "I don't know that President Fu is in the ward."

Who could have thought that Fu xishen would be in the bathroom, not to mention that Zhao Qiging didn't tell her.

"It's all right. Wait until he's gone.”

Zhao Qiqing also feels the sticky feeling on her body. She always loves cleanliness and doesn't like this feeling very much.

Du xiatong nodded and wiped the sweat off Zhao Qiging's face with a clean towel.

"Now that she's here, I'll go." Fu xishen took a final look at Zhao Qiqging and left directly.

At the moment when the door closed, they were relieved. Du xiatong got up to lock the door and returned to the hospital bed after confirming that it was correct.

After helping Zhao Qiqging take a bath, Du xiatong put on a loose coat for her to facilitate the nurse to change her dressing.

"Mr. Zhao, have you thought about Mr. Fu's attitude towards you?" Du xiatong asked softly after tucking in the quilt corner for Zhao Qiqing.

Yesterday, Fu xishen's attitude made her very confused. In terms of legal relationship, they are no longer husband and wife.

Even now, the cooperative relationship is not enough for Fu xishen to voluntarily take care of Zhao Qiging in the hospital.

"Fu xishen?" Zhao Qiging thought, "do you think he is very kind to me?"

Du xiatong nodded.

Zhao Qiqing has the same confusion.

Fu xishen's every bit of her has exceeded the limits of friends.

"I heard that you were in a coma. Mr. Fu was very worried, and even the doctor said he was unconscious.” Thinking of yesterday's scene, Du xiatong couldn't go on.

"What did you say about him?" Zhao Qiqing's curiosity was directly hooked up by Du xiatong.

Du xiatong pursed his lips and was organizing language.

"The doctor treated him as your husband and quarreled with him. Mr. Fu didn't say anything.” "Husband?" Zhao Qiging opened her eyes in an instant.

They don't look like husband and wife. Is the doctor wrong?

"Yes, Mr. Fu takes care of you all night and asks assistant Wei to take me home.” Du xiatong explained the reason why she was not in the ward.

"Where's Qin Fang?" Zhao Qiging suddenly remembered a person.