Boss, Your Wife's Asking for A Divorce, Again!

But when the doctor decided that Anning was not likely to wake up, Fu xishen promised her.

To this end, Fu xishen has been indifferent to her.

Zhao Qiqing raised her chin and looked straight at him without flinching: "I'm your wife. Why should I move out when she comes back?"

Fu xishen suddenly looked over, his face slowly sinking, and the depth in his eyes became more and more frightening: "why? Just rely on tranquility to say that you drove into her five years ago!"

Zhao Qiqing was stunned at first, and then smiled with a bitter smile: "I said I didn't, do you believe it?"

Fu xishen approached her step by step and finally forced her to the corner of the wall. "Do you think I will believe it?"

The man kept staring at her with dark eyes.

It's full of sudden disgust and disgust!

"You are a woman with a bad mind. I wish I could get back the suffering of peace thousands of times on you!" Fu xishen's face was filled with coldness.

Zhao Qiqing was shocked by the cruelty of the man's eyes.

Five years, even a stone should be warm?

But his heart was still cold.

"I didn't!" Zhao Qiqing pursed her lips.

Fu Xi lived in a deep place and stared at her. His dark eyes were cold and cold. He couldn't find any temperature: "you're a smart woman. You should know how to do it."

He's gone.

There was only silence in the room.

Zhao Qiqing looked at herself in the mirror, pale and tired.

Is this still her?

What a proud person she was at the beginning. She was so humble in this relationship.

That's ridiculous.

For a long time, she slowly breathed out: "it's time to let go of herself..."

The next day.

Fu xishen took Anning to the hospital early in the morning for recheck.

Zhao Qiqing stood in front of the mirror, took off her apron she had worn for five years, put on a white dress and went downstairs with her suitcase.

Fu Xiaofeng looked up at TV with his legs crossed. "Hey! Why are you going?"

Zhao Qiqing glanced at him lightly, ignored him and went straight to the door.

As soon as Fu Xiaofeng saw that the situation was wrong, he quickly came forward and grabbed her box and looked coldly: "are you deaf? Don't you hear me talking to you? Have you cleaned the room? Have you cooked the meal? Where do you want to go in the morning!"

The 16-year-old boy, no big or small, not only didn't have half respect for his sister-in-law, but even shouted and instructed his sister-in-law.

Zhao Qiqing broke off his fingers one by one with a cold face: "listen, little bastard, from now on, I won't serve you."

Obviously she didn't use much strength, but he deliberately shouted, "Mom! Mom, come here! This dead woman bullied me!"

"What's the matter, Xiao Feng?"

When Li Shurong came downstairs, her face suddenly turned blue. She scolded and took a chicken feather duster to Zhao Qiqing: "my God! You bitch bullied my son! I killed you!"

The old woman didn't beat her before.

She put up with it for Fu xishen.

But this time

Zhao Qiqing grabbed it quickly and threw the feather duster to the ground with a hard pull. Her voice was cold: "can you move me again?"

Li Shurong was immediately restrained by her.

After the reaction, she shouted, "Zhao Qiqing, you're on the wrong side! Oh, my God! I want my son to divorce you!"

Once upon a time, in the face of the old lady, she always avoided conflict with Li Shurong and didn't want to be hated by Fu xishen.

She used to be afraid.

Now she doesn't care.

Zhao Qiqing said faintly, "whatever."

No matter how naughty the people behind her were, she left the Fu's house with her suitcase.

There was a red Ferrari parked outside. The man on the car was handsome and evil, waving to her: "xiaoqingqing ~ come on up."

Zhao Qiqing got in the car and left.