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

Anning held the flower in her hand tightly, and the smile on her face had the slightest flaw: "didn't aunt come out?"

Fu Xiaofeng couldn't restrain his anger and pushed away his peace with one hand.

Anning suddenly lost gravity and fell to the ground

Fu Xiaofeng left indifferently.

"Xiao Feng, don't go out with your friends in the future. There's no one to help you at the critical time."

Thinking of Fu Xiaofeng lying in the hospital bed, Li Shurong was angry. They were all a group of friends.

"Mom, I've said it many times. I went there myself that day.” Fu Xiaofeng scratched his hair impatiently.

"And that bitch, don't think she can get my forgiveness if she saves you. It's impossible.”

Li Shurong hates Zhao Qiqing to the bone and wants to see her living in the street and being scolded by everyone.

Unexpectedly, after Zhao Qiqing left Fu residence, her life became better and better, and her relationship with Fu xishen was not as cold as before.

Fu Xiaofeng ignored Li Shurong and closed his eyes to take a nap. He still remembered the scene where Zhao Qiging appeared in front of him, because Zhao Qiging was also afraid and her legs were shaking.

Zhao Qiqing only felt that she had a cold omen. She sneezed from time to time, which scared her to drink hot water every day.

"Mr. Zhao, are you not feeling well?" Du xiatong is helping Zhao Qiging sort out the data in the office, and he inevitably finds Zhao Qiging's abnormality.

Zhao Qiqing shook her head. She didn't feel heavy and had a good spirit: "maybe it's the reason for the season change."

The weather is getting colder. Zhao Qiging is very unfriendly to her cold body.

Sitting in the position for a long time can feel cold, and the limbs become stiff.

"You should take good care of yourself, or Fu will always worry about you." Du xiatong couldn't help teasing.

Fu xishen's frequency of coming to the company is about to catch up with the number of times she goes to work. Du xiatong even doubts whether the two have made a relationship, but they haven't made it public because of face.

"What are you talking about?" Zhao Qiqing showed a rare shyness.

Zhao Qiqing's behavior made Du xiatong more sure of his ideas.

Recently, Zhao Qiging's dressing style is also changing. It is no longer a business dress, but more a casual dress.

"Mr. Zhao, an old man came to the company to see you today. After hearing that you were away, he left directly.”

Du xiatong learned about it from the front desk and said it as a pastime.

"Old man?" Zhao Qiqging was stunned. She didn't remember contacting an elder recently.

Suddenly thinking of her grandfather, whom she hadn't seen for many days, Zhao Qiging asked, "what does he look like?"

"It is said that he is an old man with white hair and has a good spirit." Du xiatong didn't know Zhao Qiging's purpose and said it in detail.

After determining that it was her grandfather, Zhao Qiging was annoyed. She forgot her grandfather for the sake of the company.

It was sad to think that he had been alone for so many years and that she had not been filial.

"Xia Tong, don't let the driver wait for me after work. I'm going to a place.”

Following Zhao Qiging's instructions, the driver left only the washed vehicles.

Stopped at Xiaoyang downstairs, Zhao Qiqging breathed deeply, relaxed and happy. It was really a good place to live.

"Grandpa, are you home?" Zhao Qiqging pushed the door in and didn't see the old man.

It seems that Zhao Qiging's voice was heard, and the old man’s laughter came from the back garden: "is it girl Qing? Rong Yan and I are behind."

Zhao Qiqing, who came here for the second time, took a lot of effort to find the way to the back garden. At a glance, she saw two people working in the field.

Put down the things in her hand, Zhao Qiqging quickly walked over: "Grandpa, be careful.”

Later, Zhao Qiqging angrily looked at Rong Yan: "you don't know to let Grandpa have a rest.”

Rong Yan looked at Zhao Qiqing with innocent eyes: "sister, I've just arrived.”

Zhao Qiqing followed Rong Yan's line of sight and saw the radish in his hand. It turned out that she was helping Grandpa.

She smiled awkwardly. Zhao Qiging stopped worrying about what had just happened and hurriedly pulled her grandfather out to tidy up his clothes for him.

"Grandpa, I heard you came to me today."

Zhao Qiqing doesn't want the old man to find her. Just call and she will come back.

"I heard that you are developing Shenghui very well now. Grandpa wants to see it."

We are proud that the quality of the staff is very good. Instead of dismissing him as an old man, we poured him a glass of water.

"Tell me if you want to go. Don't go alone. I'll worry."

My grandfather took special care of her since childhood, leaving all the best to her.

While they were talking, Zhao Qiqging's mobile phone rang, and Fu xishen's name appeared in front of them.

"What's the matter?” Zhao Qiqing answered the phone without hesitation.

"Didn't you invite me to dinner?"

Hearing Fu xishen's words, Zhao Qiqing suddenly remembered what she had promised him and said in embarrassment, "sorry, I have something to do now. I'll invite you to dinner next time."

The old man naturally knew each other's identity and said faintly, "then come to our house for dinner.”

The voice was not high or low, and Fu xishen’s attitude was respectful: "elder, who is it?"

Under the scrutiny of the old man, Zhao Qiqing obediently replied, "my grandfather.”

I've never heard of Zhao Qiqing's grandfather. Fu xishen said politely, "Hello, Grandpa. I don't know where you live?"

Fu xishen obviously meant that he was going to have dinner with them.

In desperation, Zhao Qiging sent the position to Fu xishen, and the whole person was on pins and needles.

The old man is not a man who doesn't care about the world. I've heard about the marital status of Zhao Qiqing and Fu xishen.

"What's going on?"

The old man's eyes became stern and no longer spoiled.

"Sheng Hui has cooperation with Tianjing. We have more opportunities to meet. I think we can get along well."

In the last sentence, Zhao Qiqing expressed her thoughts.

"Well, that's good.”

The old man doesn't intend to intervene in the affairs between the two people. They can face up to their feelings without being bound by marriage.

Rong Yan heard the whole process of their chat outside the door and silently washed the vegetables in his hands.

Worried that Fu xishen couldn't find it, Zhao Qiging waited for him outside the door until a flash of light appeared in front of her.

Fu xishen parked the car next to Zhao Qiging and took out the iron box with the size of his palm: "why don't you go in?"

"Waiting for you.” Zhao Qiging doesn't want to worry about him.

"Come on, don't let Grandpa wait too long."

Fu xishen took Zhao Qiging by the wrist with his other hand and walked into the Western-style building. Unexpectedly, he saw the intersection.

"Don't you know where to go?" Zhao Qiqing looked at Fu xishen proudly and led him to choose a way.

The architectural style of the house is western style, but the layout of the yard is the style of her childhood courtyard. Different roads lead to different places.

Fu xishen let Zhao Qiqing drag him to his destination. On the way, he met Rong Yan.

"Sister, who did you bring?" Rong Yan can't see the man clearly, but he has guessed his name.

"Fu xishen, my friend.” Zhao Qiging introduces the man behind her.

"Hello." Fu xishen nodded slightly: "I'm Qiging’s friend."

Fu xishen deliberately repeated what he had just said and accentuated the tone of the word "Qiqing".