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

"Don't talk nonsense. I won't miss him." Zhao Qiqing doesn't admit Du xiatong's words.

Du xiatong looked at Zhao Qiqing with complex eyes and said softly, "president Zhao, if you don't take the initiative, President Fu is likely to be someone else's."

The words fell, and a touch of hurt emotion quickly crossed Du xiatong's fundus, which was not noticed by Zhao Qiqing.

Zhao Qiqing touched the finger of the keyboard and paused. Anning has taught her a lesson.

When she saw Anning and Fu xishen appear in front of her, she wanted to take Fu xishen back for a moment, but she was stopped by reason.

After sorting out a series of processes according to the information sent by Zhao Qiqing, Du xiatong distributed the documents to the people in charge of various departments and looked back at Zhao Qiqing: "president Zhao, it has been completed."

"Well, to meet any of their requirements, let's put the press conference on tomorrow."

After the explanation, Zhao Qiqing buried herself in her new job and was always at a loss when she encountered something with little relevance to the past.

Thinking that Fu xishen would have experience, Zhao Qiqing subconsciously got up and prepared to leave.

Thinking that Fu xishen had said he would not help her deal with the matter, Zhao Qiqing stopped.

When thinking, the crisp mobile phone ring came into my ears and looked down at Rong Yan's agent.

"Hello, agent Zhang." Zhao Qiqing smiled and looked at the other person, ignoring Zhang Feiqi's cold face.

"Mr. Zhao, we are making adjustments about Rong Yan's transformation. He will have a lot of work recently. I hope you don't expose it too early."

Zhang Feiqi's formulaic attitude made Zhao Qiqing very optimistic and nodded: "OK, I'll pay attention."

"Yes." Zhang Feiqi's mind didn't seem to be here, and her eyes were always ethereal.

Not understanding Zhang Feiqi's practice, out of politeness, Zhao Qiqing said faintly, "if Zhang's agent has nothing else to do, I'll be busy."

Aware of Zhang Feiqi's slightly flustered mood, Zhang Feiqi hesitated for a few seconds and said, "wait a minute."

Zhao Qiqing looked at Zhang Feiqi with confused eyes and said, "what's the matter?"

However, on the set, Zhang Feiqi was about to collapse. Rong Yan told her to make a video call to Zhao Qiqing, but the person disappeared.

While Zhang Feiqi was trying to find an excuse, Rong Yan appeared on the screen: "sister Qiqing, what a coincidence, are you off work?"

Rong Yan naturally appeared, and Zhang Feiqi left without looking back. Her task was completed.

"Well, get ready for work."

Zhao Qiqing couldn't see through Zhang Feiqi's idea. She simply said two words and ended the call.

"Rongyan, don't let me do these things next time."

The only disadvantage of Zhang Feiqi is that she does things she doesn't like, and her brain will strike selectively.

Rong Yan just gave her meaningful eyes and left the set with slender legs.

Zhao Qiqing has no plan to return to the old house. Some time ago, she promised Fu xishen's grandmother to visit her and decided to accompany her for a while and cook her favorite meals for the elderly.

Seeing Zhao Qiqing with two bags of ingredients appear in front of her, the old lady was too excited to speak.

"Grandma, I came to see you." Zhao Qiqing smiled and looked at the old lady resting in the yard and gave the ingredients to the nanny: "thank you, aunt."

"I thought you weren't coming again?" The old lady changed her initial joy into complaint and lost her temper.

Zhao Qiqing was stunned and explained to herself, "grandma, it's my fault. How can you be more important than work?"

Hearing Zhao Qiqing talking about work, grandma sighed: "you are as strong as xishen. He can carry it as a man. You should pay more attention to your body."

The old lady's tone was obviously biased towards Zhao Qiqing. Her wrinkled hand stroked Zhao Qiqing's head, and her worried mood came out: "if you can't handle something well, remember to ask xishen for help."

"Although you are no longer husband and wife, xishen is not a heartless person."

Hearing the old lady's comforting words, Zhao Qiqing only felt enlightened.

She did ask questions about her work, and even if Fu xishen didn't agree, she would help her settle it in the end.

It seems that Fu xishen is no longer the cruel emperor in her impression, but more like a partner who can snuggle up for a lifetime.

"Grandma, it's almost dinner time. I'll cook your favorite dish." Zhao Qiqing smiled and loosened her grandmother, rolled up her sleeves and walked to the kitchen.

Seeing Zhao Qiqing cleaning vegetables, the old lady gave the servant a wink. The latter quickly came to the front: "old lady."

"Call xishen and ask him to come back for dinner." The old lady took another look at the direction of the kitchen: "tell him that if he doesn't come back, he will regret it."

"Yes." Afraid of slightest neglect, the servant went into the living room.

Fu xishen, who was socializing, heard his mobile phone ring and looked at the toaster with regret: "sorry."

The latter's face was slightly stiff, and it was difficult to find an opportunity to encounter such a thing.

"Grandma." Fu xishen said respectfully.

"Young master, the old lady asked you to go back to dinner tonight." The servant repeated the old lady's words.

"Tell Grandma I have a party in the evening and go to see her tomorrow." Fu xishen didn't want to see the old lady with wine.

Anticipating that Fu xishen would say this, the servant continued, "the old lady said you would regret if you don't come back."

Sure enough, the old lady's words worked.

Fu xishen did not directly refuse, but carefully considered it at the other end.

At the beginning of the party, Fu xishen frowned slightly: "I see."

Without giving a clear answer, Fu xishen hung up.

The servant who was about to report saw Zhao Qiqing discussing ingredients with her grandmother and stood aside silently until the old lady found her.

"Qiqing, I'll have a rest first. I'll just find a servant if I have something to do." Then the old lady went to the servant, "how's it going?"

"Madam, the young master said he knew." The servant passed Fu xishen's words to her completely.

"OK, you prepare three sets of dishes and chopsticks and go to the kitchen to help Qiqing. Don't let her do too heavy work."

The old lady told the servant that every time Zhao Qiqing came here, the kitchen would be used by her.

It's just that I love Zhao Qiqing. She took the responsibility of the whole company alone. She's still a girl.

Fu xishen, who returned to the table, went to the banquet and said sorry, "Mayor Qin, there's something happening at home. Next time you arrange something, I'll treat you."

"What happened at home?"

The person who spoke to Fu xishen was Qin Fang's father, Qin Fuguang, vice mayor of city A.

Only a few people know that Qin Fang is the second son of the vice mayor.

"Grandma asked me to go home for dinner. There should be guests coming." Fu xishen did not intend to hide Qin Fuguang.

Seeing Fu xishen's indifferent face with a faint smile, Qin Fu smiled twice: "it's the girlfriend introduced to you by the old lady."

Qin Fuguang, who didn't hear about the private affairs of outsiders, had a little understanding of Fu xishen and directly released the person: "say hello to the old lady for me, young man, cherish the people around you, don't be like the smelly boy Qin Fang."

Fu xishen nodded slightly: "thank uncle Qin, I will cherish it."