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

Rong Dongliang, who pushed through the door, saw the two people talking at a close distance. The whole person was stunned and said sorry: "sorry, I don't know you..."

For the sudden appearance of rongdongliang, Fu Xi coughed coldly and said faintly, "come in." Then he looked at Zhao Qiqing: "this is the manager I chose, rongdongliang.”

Assistant Wei said in advance about Zhao Qiqing's identity.

"Mr. Zhao, I'm Rong Dongliang. I'll give you more advice in the future.” With that, Rong Dongliang stretched out his hand and looked at Zhao Qiqging.

Zhao Qiqging was about to stretch out her hand when Fu xishen interrupted her: "sit down first.” Rong Dongliang looked at his hand awkwardly and took it back with a smile: "thank you, President Fu."

Rong Dongliang, who had eyes, sat directly opposite them and didn't go to see Zhao Qiging.

"Is there anything you want to ask him?"

Rong Dongliang obviously felt the difference of Fu xishen's tone and had a feeling of doting on Zhao Qiging.

When entering rongdongliang, Zhao Qiging had been observing him. She had to say that the other party was very polite, appropriately dressed and generous in conversation.

Taking another look at the distance between them, it was obvious that they were keeping a distance from her.

The culprit of all this is Fu xishen.

"Financial manager, how much do you know about the hotel?"

For rongdongliang who suddenly took office, Zhao Qiqging asked the most important question. "President Zhao praised me. Now I'm not a manager. The operation of Francis Hotel is mainly about poor management and improper equipment and facilities. It will take some time to improve it." Rong Dongliang's unassuming attitude made Zhao Qiqing appreciate it very much, and her cold face also smiled.

Fu xishen, who was beside him, noticed Zhao Qiging's mood and commented coldly: "it needs to be improved.”

Zhao Qiqing, who was about to speak, swallowed back. Fu xishen's eyes were really different from ordinary people.

Seeing rongdongliang's face changed, Zhao Qiging comforted: "I think he's okay."

Not to mention good, Zhao Qiging instantly felt that Fu xishen had become different, and Rong Dongliang showed a look of fear.

At the moment, Rong Dongliang has only one idea: "it's president Fu's ex-wife, and only Zhao Qiging is against him."

The three didn't speak again. Zhao Qiqing looked at Fu xishen next to her. The latter didn't seem to notice and didn't respond.

The eyes were useless. Zhao Qiqging gently pulled Fu xishen's sleeve with her hand, trying to make him feel the embarrassing atmosphere in the conference room.

What Zhao Qiqing doesn't know is that her pulling action is getting bigger and bigger. Rongdongliang opposite has already seen it.

Just as a subordinate, you should not meddle in the private affairs of your boss.

When Zhao Qiging wanted to change his method, Fu xishen grabbed Zhao Qiging's hand with his backhand and said softly, "don't move."

This is an ordinary sentence, which has become ambiguous in this environment.

In this silent environment, rongdongliang naturally heard Fu xishen's voice and coughed twice. Zhao Qiqing, who claimed to be very cheeky, turned red in an instant and sat in her position with her hand tightly held by Fu xishen.

"Mr. Fu, Mr. Zhao, if there are no other questions, I can train the staff of the hotel.” Rongdongliang, who couldn't stay, just wanted to find a reason to leave.

"Do you have anything else?" Fu xishen's gentle eyes naturally fell on Zhao Qiqging, and Rong Dongliang also looked at her.

"It's all right. Go out first." Zhao Qiqing answered without raising her head.

Rongdongliang saved all the etiquette and left the meeting room quickly. Suddenly, there were only two people left.

"Fu xishen, let go.” Zhao Qiqing looked at their hands under the table.

"Your hands are too cold. Remember to drink more hot water next time."

Leaving the hand wrapped by Fu xishen, I suddenly felt a trace of coolness. The feeling just now makes people feel a sense of dependence.

"Rongdongliang is very suitable to be a manager.” Zhao Qiging did not answer Fu xishen's topic at all.

"I chose.”

Just now it was still a look of disgust. Now it began to show off. Zhao Qiging really couldn't think clearly of Fu xishen's mind.

After dinner time, Zhao Qiging only plans to go home for a bow! of instant noodles.

Unable to resist Fu xishen's threat, Zhao Qiging had to have a good dinner and was sent back to her old house by Fu xishen.

Zhao Qiqing, who closed her eyes, didn't see the light of the old house not far away. She didn't open her eyes until she felt the dazzling light.

What comes into view is the bright scene of the house. Has the house been robbed?

Thinking of this possibility, Zhao Qiqing hurried to stop: “Fu xishen, stop quickly, there is a thief in my house!"

Fu xishen calmly answered Zhao Qiging: "it's not a thief."

It seems that Meilan's mother and daughter moved back to their old house today.

Zhao Qiqing looked at the man driving with suspicious eyes: "do you know who it is?"

The password of the old house is only known to people close to her, including Fu xishen.

Fu xishen didn't answer immediately, but got off with Zhao Qiging: "I'll go in with you."

"OK."

Zhao Qiqing looked straight ahead and didn't close it.

Gently pushed the door open. Zhao Lingling, who had not seen for many years, appeared in front of her.

Zhao Lingling, who was packing, saw Zhao Qiqing's appearance and screamed. Her clothes fell to the ground: "how did you come back?"

Zhao Qiqing smiled angrily: "why can't I come back? This is my home, and it should be you who have to go."

"Zhao Qiqing, you are a bereaved girl. You have to kill your mother and my father.”

Hearing Zhao Lingling's words, Zhao Qiqging had mixed emotions. She also doubted herself. Meilan, who was upstairs tidying up her room, heard her daughter shouting and said unhappily, "keep your voice down, aren't you afraid of ghosts?"

"Mom, Zhao Qiging is back."

Zhao Lingling's words were like a bolt from the blue. Meilan, who was lying on the stairs, was stunned and looked at Zhao Qiqing standing by the door: "Damn it, I didn't know how to marry a man. Who let you come back?"

Meilan, like the owner of the old house, mocked Zhao Qiging.

"Mrs. Zhao, are you talking about me?"

As Zhao Qiqing opened the door from a small angle, it was dark outside, and there was no one behind her.

Fu xishen put his hand on Zhao Qiging's waist and gently pushed the latter. They appeared in front of Meilan.

Fu xishen's position in business is like a God. Meilan can hear about him every day.

"It turned out that our son-in-law came. We just moved back and didn't have time to inform you. We came in person.”

Meilan instantly changed into a smiling face and hurried downstairs to make tea for Fu xishen. Zhao Qiqing wanted to explain the relationship between the two, but was stopped by Fu xishen behind her.

"Don't bother. I'll send Qiqing home today.”

Fu xishen was about to leave, but Zhao Lingling hypocritically grabbed Zhao Qiqing's hand and complained, “sister, why doesn’t my brother-in-law stay with you?"

Zhao Qiqing saw through Zhao Lingling's mind and thought that she needed more practice to hook up with Fu xishen.

"There will be an early meeting in the company tomorrow. I don't want to disturb Qiging's rest.” With that, Fu xishen put his hand on Zhao Qiging's head and rubbed it gently.