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

The old lady's residence is no longer deserted, the lights are bright where she can see, and she really feels the warmth of going home.

Cooking has come to an end. Zhao Qiqing doesn't notice the extra dishes and chopsticks on the table.

"Grandma, it's time for dinner." Zhao Qiqing brought out the last dish and shouted sweetly to the old man in the living room.

Zhao Qiqing's eyes were attracted by the man entering the door. Her smile disappeared instantly and she stood in place without talking.

"I'll help you."

Expecting that Zhao Qiqing would be embarrassed, Fu xishen came forward to take the plate and went to the living room to call the old lady for dinner.

The old lady had already observed them. Fu xishen saw the action that had not been taken back and said softly, "grandma, don't scare her."

Fu xishen was helpless about the old lady's persistent preference for Zhao Qiqing. He found that they had the opportunity to go back to the past and think about how to fix them up.

"I see."

Grandma turned back to a serious expression and cleared her throat: "Qiqing, come to dinner quickly."

Zhao Qiqing, who doesn't know how to face Fu xishen, is still adjusting her mood in situ. She hasn't replied to the news sent by Fu xishen that night.

When she was at a loss, the old lady called her to dinner and had to listen to her fate.

Lift your face up with your hand, show a happy appearance, and walk to the restaurant.

Zhao Qiqing looked at the seat awkwardly. Only Fu xishen had a chair beside her. The rest of the chairs didn't know where they were.

Zhao Qiqing accepted her orders and sat down with public chopsticks to serve the old lady: "grandma, try my cooking."

His right arm accidentally met Fu xishen. Zhao Qiqing pretended not to know and stared at his bowl.

The old lady glanced at Fu xishen on the other side, then looked at Zhao Qiqing and said unhappily, "xishen, you don't know how to cook for Qiqing, but she cooked the whole table."

The implication of the old lady is very obvious. As a younger generation, Fu xishen can only obey it.

Seeing Fu xishen put the dishes on her plate, Zhao Qiqing whispered, "thank you."

"Is the company difficult to solve?" Fu xishen found a topic.

"It's not easy." Zhao Qiqing pursed her thin lips slightly and didn't want to say too much about work.

Listening to their conversation, the old lady directly interrupted them: "xishen, don't talk about work during dinner. You usually have more time, you can help Qiqing solve the problem."

The old lady's words changed Zhao Qiqing's eyes and thanked her from the bottom of her heart: "thank grandma. Fu xishen often helped me and taught me a lot of work."

Touching Fu Xi's deep eyes, the food on Zhao Qiqing's chopsticks fell on Fu Xi Shen's leg, which was extremely embarrassing.

"Sorry."

Zhao Qiqing hurriedly took the meal paper to wipe the oil stain on Fu xishen's thigh. Because she exerted too much force, the meal paper accidentally touched the position she shouldn't touch. Shua, Zhao Qiqing's face turned red.

His fingers stopped at the same place and he didn't know where to put them. Fu xishen's calm eyes gradually became deep.

With a slight cough, Fu xishen put his hand under the dining table and clenched Zhao Qiqing's hand tightly: "it's all right. I'll just go back and clean it."

Zhao Qiqing knew that Fu xishen was obsessed with cleanliness, but the current situation had left her no time to think and nodded obediently.

The old lady couldn't see their movements, so she thought it was Zhao Qiqing's carelessness: "it's all right, Qiqing, don't be afraid."

Zhao Qiqing smiled awkwardly. She wanted to take back her hand. Fu xishen's palm was too hot for her to answer the old lady's question.

"Grandma, it's late. I'll send Qiqing back."

Fu xishen felt as if Zhao Qiqing's hand did not exist and looked respectfully at the old lady opposite.

"Well, Qiqing has been busy all night. You can take her back."

The old lady was very satisfied with Fu xishen's practice so that she could catch up with the girl.

"Grandma, I'll go first and come back to see you when I have time."

Unable to break free from Fu xishen's bondage, Zhao Qiqing can only get up and try to escape Fu xishen's clutches.

Sure enough, Fu xishen seemed to be afraid that the old lady saw their hands held together and released Zhao Qiqing.

Fu xishen followed Zhao Qiqing to get up, and the action of sticking his arms together made the old lady more and more happy.

"OK, don't forget to send Qiqing home." The old lady still did not forget to tell Fu xishen.

After seeing them off, the old lady muttered to herself, "it seems that xishen is still very smart."

Thinking of what just happened, Zhao Qiqing only felt it difficult to breathe.

"What's the matter?" Fu xishen saw Zhao Qiqing's strange from the rearview mirror. He couldn't hear any emotion in his cold tone.

"Hmm? Nothing." Zhao Qiqing stroked the broken hair beside her ears, and the red little ears showed in Fu xishen's sight.

Recalling Zhao Qiqing's behavior at dinner, Fu xishen thought Zhao Qiqing was too cute.

Fu xishen still remembered her silly expression and didn't know what to do.

"Sorry, your pants." Zhao Qiqing didn't go to see Fu xishen, but she said something to him.

"It's all right. Just throw it back."

Patience is now the limit.

"Yes." Zhao Qiqing's absent-minded answer, she still remembered the hot temperature.

"Don't mind your grandmother's words. She likes you very much." What Fu xishen said was illogical, and Zhao Qiqing didn't notice it.

Nodded, indicating that he heard Fu xishen's words.

On the way, Zhao Qiqing didn't speak any more. She quietly looked at the scenery outside the window. Her heavy eyelids made her unable to open her eyes, and finally compromised.

Black Maybach was like lightning. Before hearing the old house, Fu xishen found Zhao Qiqing asleep and smiled silently.

"Here we are?"

After the car stopped, Zhao Qiqing naturally opened her eyes, but her consciousness was not awake.

"Well, rest early."

Looking at Fu xishen with hazy eyes, Zhao Qiqing whispered good night and opened the door.

It was very late to return to Fu residence. He pushed the door and entered. Fu xishen saw Li Shurong waiting for him.

"Mom, why don't you sleep?" Fu xishen looked coldly at the time of the clock.

"Oh, is your cell phone dead?" Li Shurong asked unnaturally.

"Well, what's the matter at home?"

"No, go to bed." With that, Li Shurong picked up the water cup and quickly went upstairs, as if to report the situation to someone.

Not taking Li Shurong's abnormality to heart, Fu xishen took off his pants for the first time after charging his mobile phone.

I wanted to throw it away. Suddenly I thought of something and threw it into the dirty clothes basket.

The news of the information prompt kept coming. Fu Xi took a deep look. There was no missed call or news from Li Shurong.

There are a lot of quiet calls. It seems that the last conversation didn't make her give up.

"Anning, xishen has come back. His mobile phone is off and he doesn't see any news." Li Shurong looked at the person opposite with a smile.

"Thank you, aunt." Anning looked down at their chat records. Fu xishen didn't reply to her.

"We'll all be a family in the future. You're welcome."

From beginning to end, Li Shurong took a fancy to her peaceful family background and married her to settle down, which was beneficial without harm.

"It's late. You should rest early." Before Li Shurong spoke, Anning hung up directly.

Anning turned back and looked angrily at the people behind him.