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

Back on the bus again, she became an elegant and confident Zhao Qiqing.

Xin Mo smiled: "there are some good-looking ones in the small Treasury today. Do you want to go and have a look?"

The small Treasury is taken from the place where the homonym of "gold selling cave" is used for entertainment and wanton consumption.

Zhao Qiqing was speechless: "are you all right, brother? I just got back to being single."

He blinked and pretended to be mysterious: "in fact, someone wants to see you."

"Who?"

"You know this man, too. You'll know when you go."

Zhao Qiqing pondered for a moment and nodded, "OK."

Xin Mo has a private room in the small vault. When they enter, the people on the sofa also stand up and look over.

He was in his early twenties. He was very tall and had sharp eyebrows on his angular face. When he saw her, a bright light flashed across his eyes.

"Sister, we meet again."

The young man in front of Zhao Qiqing feels familiar, but she can't remember where she met.

"Did you forget that you and your father funded a poor student in Mo County six years ago?"

After Xin Mo mentioned it, Zhao Qiqing suddenly realized it.

"Are you... Rong Yan?"

The young man's originally sharp eyebrows and eyes suddenly softened, and a charming smile was raised at the corners of his mouth: "it's me."

Rong Yan is a very talkative person. Zhao Qiqing learned from Xin Mo that Rong Yan is now a popular model. He has long been out of poverty and mountainous areas and has become a celebrity often appearing in a city magazine.

Zhao Qiqing was once full of the Fu family and rarely paid attention to those entertainment projects. Now she is both relieved and sighed when she thinks that her once poor little girl has become a white swan.

After chatting for a while, the three were ready to leave.

But just passing the bar, a green wine bottle flew over Zhao Qiqing's head.

Surprisingly.

Rong Yan moved faster than her. He took the first step to protect her in his arms. With a bang, the wine bottle hit him heavily on the back.

"Are you okay, sister?"

Zhao Qiqing was very grateful and hurriedly checked his back. Fortunately, he was not hurt. With a cold face, she turned her eyes to the direction of the bottle.

At first glance, it was Fu Xiaofeng!

"Dead woman! You cheated on my brother!"

Fu Xiaofeng drank with a group of friends. He had long seen Zhao Qiqing enter the private room with two men and came out for a long time. He didn't know what shady activities he had done. Seeing them talking and laughing, he threw out the bottle in his hand as soon as his brain was hot.

Xinmo rolled up his sleeve and went forward: "Hey! Does this boy owe a beating?"

Zhao Qiqing pulled Xin Mo, "I'll come."

She walked up to Fu Xiaofeng step by step.

Fu Xiaofeng said, "the bottle didn't hit you again!"

Zhao Qiqing was expressionless and calm. Her eyes were frightening for no reason: "I have something I wanted to tell you for a long time."

"What?"

"Do you know how annoying you are? I've been married to your brother for five years. You've never called me sister-in-law. I'll take care of you when you go to school. I'll take care of you after school. On weekdays, you're either pointing fingers at me or making rude remarks. You've studied for 17 years and your books have been read in the belly of the dog?"

Fu Xiaofeng heard her scold herself, and her eyebrows were horizontal, "you..."

"Shut up."

Zhao Qiqing severely interrupted him and continued: "I have divorced your brother and have nothing to do with your family. Who I am with is my freedom. You are not qualified and have no right to ask. If you continue to provoke me, I'm sorry, you minor will enter the Bureau."

Fu Xiaofeng blushed and all his words stuck in his throat.

Zhao Qiqing ignored him and turned to leave.