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

Zhao Qiqing's first reaction is to share with Fu xishen when she gets the delicious kebab.

"Try it." Unable to resist, Zhao Qiqing secretly took a small bite, which Fu xishen should not see.

Unexpectedly, Fu xishen saw it when the kebab approached him.

And someone's lips still have spices. She doesn't believe that she didn't steal it.

Fu xishen just hesitated for a second and took a bite. The fresh feeling filled the whole mouth, and he also understood the reason why Zhao Qiqing liked it.

Seeing Fu xishen's expression, Zhao Qiqing was more proud and charming: "the roasted string and pepper are more delicious."

They had different tastes. The uncle divided them into two parts. Zhao Qiqing handed Fu xishen the one: "yours."

It was already dinner time. After smelling the fragrance, Fu xishen felt hungry and took it directly.

"Didn't you have enough for dinner?" Fu xishen clearly saw Zhao Qiqing and Rong Yan talking and laughing at dinner.

Not to mention, Zhao Qiqing suddenly felt that the roasted string in her hand was not fragrant.

"It's not because of peace, I won't leave so soon." It's a pity that Zhao Qiqing still misses the steak she just ate on the plate.

"Sorry." Fu xishen stepped down.

He didn't want to go to Mitchell's restaurant for dinner. Maybe Anning chose to go in when she saw Zhao Qiqing.

"It's all right. It's all over. As long as I say her in front of you, you're not angry." Zhao Qiqing shrugged indifferently and completely released herself.

Before that, she repressed herself too much and didn't notice Fu xishen's probing eyes.

Because Zhao Qiqing accidentally sprained her foot, Fu xishen had to send her back to her old house.

"Sister, you are too careless."

Zhao Lingling tried to pretend to be distressed and looked at Zhao Qiqing two meters away from her. Her eyes remained on Fu xishen.

"Who asked Fu xishen to take care of me so well that I rarely walk."

Zhao Qiqing opened her eyes and lied. She gave her hand a slight meal at her ankle, and then tied the bandage.

"Well, it's late. I'll take you upstairs to have a rest."

Fu xishen was about to pick up Zhao Qiqing. Zhao Lingling in the back looked at Zhao Qiqing innocently: "sister, didn't you just walk in?"

"Your brother-in-law wants to hold me, and I can't help it."

With that, Zhao Qiqing put her hands around Fu xishen's neck and looked at Zhao Lingling ostentatiously.

She is so capricious. How about Zhao Lingling?

Zhao Lingling can only stare at Zhao Qiqing and see Fu xishen send her up.

At the same time, there is a doubt in my heart. Why does Zhao Qiqing live in the old house?

Moreover, Zhao Qiqing and Fu xishen should be separated. Is their relationship really as good as it seems?

When she just returned to city a, she didn't know what had happened recently. In particular, Meilan had been asking about Zhao Qiqing's appointment and didn't care about her private affairs.

"Fu xishen, thank you." Zhao Qiqing sincerely thanked Fu xishen for accompanying her through a play.

She has been thinking about how to explain the divorce. After all, a non-existent marriage will be exposed one day.

"It's all right. I'll go back first."

Li Shurong sent a message to let him go back to the Fu residence. I have something to tell him.

"Yes." Zhao Qiqing nodded and sent Fu xishen away. Then she shouted irritably to the ceiling.

"When can I stop making a fool of myself in front of Fu xishen?"

She was the only one who could walk normally and sprain her feet. However, Fu xishen fell down in front of many people.

Fortunately, Fu xishen calmly took her away and didn't investigate afterwards.

She's really stupid.

In the Fu residence, Li Shurong took her mobile phone and looked out of the door from time to time.

"Mom, can you stop and shake my head." Fu Xiaofeng's legs are wrapped on the sofa, and the game interface is partially covered by Li Shurong.

"You should also care about your brother's affairs. He wants to cancel the engagement. Where can a person with such good peace conditions go?"

The more Li Shurong thought about it, the more angry she became. Fu xishen actually made the decision in person, which made her afraid to answer the peaceful phone.

"Marriage is my brother's business. Why do you care so much?"

Fu Xiaofeng did not understand Li Shurong's practice.

He hated being bound, especially when Li Shurong turned off his game: "Mom, what are you doing?"

With a slap, Fu Xiaofeng dropped the handle. Recently, Li Shurong's temper has become more and more abnormal.

Li Shurong, who didn't say a word, only heard Fu Xiaofeng's voice of vigorously closing the door, and his mood was more impatient: "it doesn't save me."

"What's the matter?" Fu xishen only heard Li Shurong's complaining voice and saw no one else.

Hearing Fu xishen's voice, Li Shurong hurried over: "only I am willing to wait for you when I come back so late."

Li Shurong's words reminded Fu xishen that there was a person waiting for him to come back every night. No matter how late, there would be no complaints.

"Xishen, can you think it over again? It's not easy to deal with an Jia if you suddenly put forward it."

Expecting his mother to persuade him, Fu xishen interrupted: "Mom, I made a decision after careful consideration. Settling down is not enough to threaten me. I'll go up and have a rest first."

Back in the cold room, the tie was casually thrown on the sofa, the mobile phone vibrated twice, and Zhao Qiqing sent a picture.

Fu xishen opened the door by devious means. It was a picture of him eating, and the corners of his mouth outlined a smile he hadn't noticed.

Seeing this picture, Fu xishen couldn't help smiling and taking his picture. Do you know the consequences?

"Test my bottom line?"

Zhao Qiqing, who received the news, threw herself on the bed, raised her eyebrows and smiled, replying to her expression of laughter.

She could imagine Fu xishen seeing the picture and estimated that her face was one to one with that of coal.

But Zhao Qiqing guessed wrong. Fu xishen smiled and saved the photos.

As for the fate of Zhao Qiqing, it can only be known the next day.

Zhao Qiqing stretched out her arms from the quilt and bathed in the sun.

The voice downstairs made her think she had overslept. She looked at the alarm clock and frowned.

Don't go to bed at seven in the morning. Is Zhao Lingling crazy?

After cleaning up, Zhao Qiqing went downstairs as usual and saw Zhao Lingling and Meilan sitting on the sofa, looking at her with contempt.

Before opening her mouth, Zhao Lingling stood up directly and said sarcastically, "Zhao Qiqing, you really have the ability. Don't think we don't know about your divorce."

Following the direction of Zhao Lingling's fingers, Zhao Qiqing saw a newspaper with the news of their divorce on the front page.

"Does divorce have anything to do with you?" Zhao Qiqing doesn't care what Zhao Lingling says.

On the contrary, she felt happier after the divorce.

"Yesterday I hypocritically said that my husband, you are really shameless." Remembering their ambiguous words last night, Zhao Lingling only felt sick.

"Did I rob your husband?"

Zhao Qiqing embraces her arms and doesn't understand what Zhao Lingling wants to say.

"Zhao Qiqing, do you want to be shameless? How sad would your father be if he knew his daughter was dishonest in private."

Meilan played the emotional card. If she hadn't accidentally found the newspaper, she really thought Zhao Qiqing and Fu xishen had a good relationship.

Speaking of her father, Zhao Qiqing's face sank: "you have no right to tell me about him."

When she came to the door, she looked back at Zhao Lingling: "if I want Fu xishen to be my husband, it's only a matter of time."