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

When Fu xishen came out of the door, he just saw a man lowering his head and approaching Zhao Qiqing's ear. He didn't know what to say.

Zhao Qiqing smiled so happily that her bright eyes were very bright.

He was going to get into the car.

But he stopped.

Turned around and stared at the pair of men and women coldly, with an icy cold in their eyes.

She has never laughed so much since they got married.

Her ears were full of endless nagging, all trivial things, and her eyes looked carefully at him every time.

He didn't really like her and felt upset.

Unexpectedly, after her divorce, she looked like a changed person, emitting dazzling light from inside to outside.

Because of that man?

Fu xishen sneered at the corners of his mouth.

A woman who is cheating and doesn't love herself is not worth seeing at all!

"Sir?"

When assistant Wei saw that his boss didn't get on the bus, he carefully reminded him.

Fu xishen looked back and sat in the car: "go back."

I don't know if it's assistant Wei's illusion. I always think Mr. Wei is very angry and his face is so scary

Zhao Qiqing just got on the copilot and saw Fu xishen leave from the corner of her eye.

After the car drove, she looked at the trees speeding outside in a daze.

Her desolation was seen by Rong Yan. He quietly collected his emotions from the bottom of his eyes, "sister, what are you thinking?"

In her ear was the pleasant voice of the young man. Zhao Qiqing returned to her senses and smiled: "nothing."

In the line of sight, Rong Yan looked sideways, his facial features were more three-dimensional, and he had a bit of mixed blood style.

Fu xishen was a famous school grass in school.

Ke Rongyan silk is not inferior, with wide shoulders, thin waist and long legs, comparable to international famous models.

"Why did you choose modeling?"

Zhao Qiqing once thought that with his good grades, he would go to school.

"I had a casual audition, but I didn't think about it. Since then, I have entered the modeling circle."

Along the mirror, he looked at Zhao Qiqing and pretended to be casual and asked, "sister, don't you like the modeling industry?"

Zhao Qiqing shook her head and her eyes were soft: "it's not. As long as you are promising and shine in your own field, it's the same."

The young man smiled at the bottom of his eyes and braked steadily, "sister."

In front of me is a rather retro two-story Western-style building.

An old man with white hair was sitting on a rattan chair drinking tea.

The old man turned around and smiled at her: "Qing girl."

Zhao Qiqing was stunned and couldn't believe it.

The old man sighed: "I know everything about you. I've wronged you."

Her eyes were sour. She threw herself under the old man's knee and said, "Grandpa, where have you been these years?"

Five years ago, Shenghui Company's funds were stolen. The evidence pointed to his father. He was not only dismissed by the board of directors, but also faced prison.

His father jumped out of the building in depression because his stepmother and stepsister fled with money.

The old man said, "I've been checking the company's fund theft in those years and found that it was related to Qiangwei group. Your father was taken as a scapegoat."

Qiangwei group is the largest real estate company in city a, and its chairman is Anlin.

It is the father of peace.

While Zhao Qiqing was meditating, the old man took out a document and put it in her hand: "girl, this is 50% of the shares of Shenghui Company. Don't ask me how I got it. I know you need this."

Zhao Qiqing pursed her lips and looked solemn, "I will find out the person who framed her father and prove her innocence. I will not fail you."