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

Fu xishen wiped the table at hand for Zhao Qiqing, "what's the name?"

Zhao Qiqing looked around for a week and whispered in Fu xishen's ear, "secret base."

Zhao Qiqing, who was following the trend, didn't notice Fu xishen's hand stop in place, and then sat upright in her seat.

"Is there any secret?"

"Of course, every time I'm unhappy, I will talk to the big tree outside the door. When I'm hungry, I can eat directly." Zhao Qiqing's idea at that time was very simple. She wanted to prolong happiness.

Fu xishen's eyes were no longer calm, and their dialogue was not the first time.

Touching Zhao Qiqing's eyes, there was no deception.

Unwilling to destroy the atmosphere between them, Fu xishen withdrew his ideas. He would not admit his mistake on the night of five years ago.

"Aunt Chen, will your knee still hurt?" Zhao Qiqing asked the woman who served the food directly.

Hearing the sound, the other party raised his head, saw the familiar face, and excitedly grabbed Zhao Qiqing's hand: "Qiqing, when did you come?"

"I just came here and saw that the restaurant business was too good. I didn't call you." Zhao Qiqing answered cleverly.

The hostess of the restaurant can be said to be half of her mother. Every time Zhao Qiqing came to dinner, she didn't want money. Only in the end did she know that her father gave the restaurant a sum of money.

Zhao Qiqing has been eating for four years and has not enough money for meals. Zhao Qiqing will receive gifts from her husband and wife during New Year's holidays.

"Auntie misses you so much. She hasn't been here since you graduated. We thought you didn't want to come back."

The restaurant couple had no children and regarded Zhao Qiqing as their own daughter from beginning to end.

"Don't cry, Aunt Chen. I'm back and will never go." Zhao Qiqing wiped her tears, and her gentle appearance was reflected in Fu xishen's eyes.

The soothing landlady looked at the people around her and immediately smiled: "is this your husband? A man of talent and beauty is a good match."

Zhao Qiqing looked at Fu xishen awkwardly. It was before, but not now.

"Hello, Aunt Chen." Fu xishen said hello, "Qiqing and I work nearby and will come often in the future."

Fu xishen didn't refute the boss's words. Zhao Qiqing held her ears red and didn't dare to speak.

Hearing her husband's cry, the landlady left directly and left two people.

"Fu xishen, Aunt Chen will misunderstand our relationship."

Out of politeness, Zhao Qiqing still wants to remind Fu xishen lest the latter say she never forgets the past.

"If you are not married and I am not married, there may be no one in the future."

It's rare to hear Fu xishen talk about their relationship. Zhao Qiqing took out the dishes and chopsticks and tasted the taste in her memory.

The familiar taste made Zhao Qiqing unable to control her appetite for a moment. After putting down her chopsticks, she made a full interval.

Zhao Qiqing, who cared about her image, quickly covered her mouth to see Fu xishen's reaction.

Fu xishen looked at himself quietly. He couldn't help but burp again.

If you want to open your mouth and talk, the feeling of burping will come up again. You can only close your mouth tightly.

"Drink water." As if nothing had happened, Fu xishen pushed the water in front of Zhao Qiqing.

Skeptical Zhao Qiqing reached for the water cup and felt a palm reaching for her. With a bang, five finger prints seemed to fall on her back.

"Fu xishen, what are you doing?" Zhao Qiqing was angry at the sudden attack.

"Help you stop burping." Fu xishen picked up the water cup just now and looked at Zhao Qiqing calmly.

Zhao Qiqing, who was about to refute, felt that she was no longer burping, and her angry expression instantly turned into worship: "it's amazing."

"Don't look at me like a fool."

Fu xishen avoided Zhao Qiqing's eyes and looked out of the window uneasily.

From his point of view, it is the old tree that Zhao Qiqing said. That tree should contain many secrets of Zhao Qiqing.

At this time, Fu xishen was suddenly jealous.

"Let's go." Zhao Qiqing, who came back from paying the bill, held a bag of lunch boxes containing all kinds of meals.

"Did you buy it?" Fu Xi's dark pupils are miniature.

"No, my uncle made it specially for me. I don't have to cook when I go home."

Zhao Qiqing carefully protected the lunch box in her hand, and the smile on her face never disappeared.

Remembering the name of the restaurant, Fu xishen took back his sight.

The afternoon work was very smooth. Zhao Qiqing gave Du xiatong some boxed lunch and took it home.

"I've said many times that I have no money. I want to spend money and find a way by myself."

Zhao Qiqing was used to the scene of quarrel between the two. She just couldn't see it and went straight to the kitchen.

There were no water stains in the kitchen. It seems that they didn't eat at night or even all day.

"Hurry up and cook." As if she was tired of scolding, Meilan sat on the sofa and looked at Zhao Lingling standing aside.

"No money for food."

Back to the question of money again, Zhao Lingling, who woke up hungry in the morning, only ate a bucket of instant noodles and maintained it until now.

"What about the money I gave you the day before yesterday? Did you go out with your friends again?"

Zhao Lingling only felt that Meilan was unreasonable. Meilan gave her money as pocket money at the beginning, but today she suddenly said the money to buy her vegetables.

She's not a nanny. She can't be at Meilan's disposal.

"If you don't give money, we'll be hungry." Zhao Lingling's diet for a week is even better than her weight loss.

For the sake of beauty, she can bear it.

"It's a cumbersome thing. I'll transfer money to you. Go and cook."

Meilan finally compromised, and the most basic life still needs to be maintained.

Listening to a farce in the living room, Zhao Qiqing felt ridiculous. The mother and daughter quarreled over food money.

She remembered that Meilan had taken more than tens of millions of money.

"Why are you still here?" Zhao Lingling, who was still angry, looked at Zhao Qiqing unhappily.

Yu Guang saw the food in the packing belt and mocked: "being president is really different. There are seven dishes to prepare for dinner."

Zhao Qiqing glanced at Zhao Lingling. She gave Du xiatong the same amount of food in the company.

The stomach is not suitable to make a sound. Zhao Lingling's face is red. She covers her stomach with her hand and stays away from Zhao Qiqing.

No longer smelling the smell of the food, Zhao Lingling decided to think about dinner.

However, when Zhao Qiqing took it out of the microwave oven and poured it into the plate, the fragrance instantly filled the whole kitchen, and even Meilan in the living room smelled the fragrance.

"If you want to eat, you can eat the rest of me." Zhao Qiqing returned what Zhao Lingling had said before.

The latter looked at Zhao Qiqing with a disdainful face: "I'm not rare."

But Zhao Lingling's body was very honest and couldn't help swallowing her saliva.

"All right." Zhao Qiqing shrugged indifferently. Anyway, she didn't have such kindness.

When Zhao Qiqing left, Zhao Lingling drank a glass of water madly to alleviate her inner desire.

The fridge is full of mineral water, and the only tomatoes are rotten and can only be thrown into the dustbin.

Zhao Lingling, who is looking for ingredients, sees a lunch box left in the kitchen, while Zhao Qiqing has been eating in the restaurant for a long time and doesn't notice the lunch box she left behind.

Zhao Lingling restrained the idea of stealing and could only put the remaining two boxes of instant noodles into the pot.

"Why not eat?" Looking at the lunch box intact in place, Zhao Qiqing asked.

"How can I quarrel with her without strength?" With that, Zhao Qiqing left.