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

After saying goodbye to Xin Mo and Rong Yan, Zhao Qiqing returned to her father's old house.

The house is full of dust and hasn't been cleaned for a long time.

Zhao Qiqing put on her apron and began to clean up.

From under the sofa, she found a wedding photo with Fu xishen. In the photo, she smiled like a flower, while Fu xishen on her side looked cold and impatient.

Next to it were the notes she had written.

The diary records what men like to eat, what they use, a series of hobbies and so on.

All her thoughts were on Fu xishen. She tried hard to manage this hard won marriage, but the reality slapped her in the face.

The eyes were sour. Zhao Qiqing looked up and forced herself to swallow her tears.

The text message bell interrupted her. When she picked it up, it was sent by Rong Yan.

[sister, you helped me six years ago, and I'll help you six years later. Let go and do it. I'll be your backing.]

Zhao Qiqing felt the warm current in her heart.

Although Rong Yan really wanted to repay her, she didn't want to rely on anyone. Since she married Fu xishen, in order to be a good wife, she put away all her temperament and almost forgot how natural and unrestrained she was.

Pick up the phone, Zhao Qiqing dialed the number.

"Zhao Qiqing, what do you want to do?" There was Fu xishen's indifferent voice.

Her voice also had no temperature, as if he were a stranger, "remember to go to the Civil Affairs Bureau for divorce tomorrow Monday."

Fu xishen frowned: "you..."

Toot-

There, he hung up before he finished. He held his cell phone tightly and his eyes were heavy.

"Ah Shen, who called you?"

On the bed in the bedroom, I looked at the balcony calmly and suspiciously.

Fu xishen put away his mobile phone, walked over as if nothing had happened and pressed her quilt: "nothing, you drink the medicine first."

Anning's pale little face is distressing. She holds the man's hand and pouts pitifully: "the traditional Chinese medicine soup is too bitter, and the taste chokes my heart."

Fu xishen picked his eyebrow: "remember when we were pen pals, didn't you say you weren't afraid of traditional Chinese medicine? Good, drink the medicine to recover."

He just said it casually, but he didn't find anything flashing through the bottom of his peaceful eyes.

Soon, she raised her small face again and her big eyes were watery: "well, I listen to ah Shen."

Anning has been in a coma for five years. She is thin and pale, and her character still stays in school.

In this way, she makes men feel distressed: "next time I'll ask assistant Wei to replace traditional Chinese medicine with western medicine."

Anning smiled with a smile and hugged his arm. "Ah Shen is the best for me."

After leaving the room, Fu xishen went downstairs. Li Shurong came with a bowl of ginseng soup: "is peace better?"

"She has just finished her medicine and is talking to her parents on the phone."

Li Shurong smiled: "ah Shen, Anning's father is the chairman of Qiangwei group. He agreed to let us take Anning over. He also promised you to marry Anning in disguise. Our family can't neglect Anning."

Looking at his mother's considerate care for Anning, Fu xishen suddenly remembered that Zhao Qiqing fell ill with a cold last year.

When Li Shurong lost her temper downstairs and threw something, Zhao Qiqing dragged her sick face down to cook.

As soon as his heart was a little complicated, Fu xishen cut it off. First, he knocked down tranquility, and then took advantage of the danger of others and tried his best to marry. It was all her fault.

Li Shurong looked around and said, "where's Xiaofeng? I haven't seen a shadow all day."

As soon as I finished, I heard the door slam open.

Fu Xiaofeng came back with a gloomy face and full of anger.

"Xiao Feng, what's the matter with you?"

Li Shurong quickly put down the bowl and gathered around his little son to check.

Fu Xiaofeng waved her hand: "I'm fine, mom."

Then, he looked at his eldest brother and said, "brother, I saw Zhao Qiqing in the bar today. She is very close to a male model and has an unusual relationship."

Fu xishen's face was cold: "with whom?"