The wealthy and ugly, the president's bride

Chapter 742 Actually, He Didn't Think About Divorce
Seeing Zhao Qin's obviously thin figure, Xue Tingwu frowned imperceptibly and came to her, saying, "Today is not your birthday, let's go and help you celebrate."

The husband and wife stood in front of the unit building. Xue Tingwu was tall and strong, making Zhao Qin even more petite and thin. Looking up at the man who had been with her for more than [-] years, Zhao Qin smiled and said, "No need, Jing Rui Celebrated for me." After finishing speaking, without waiting for Xue Tingwu to say anything else, he continued, "Go back, it's getting late, their mother and daughter will miss it."

"Let's go, since we're all here, let's go out and have something to eat together." Xue Tingwu turned around after finishing speaking, Zhao Qin was always obedient and dependent on him in a husband and wife of more than thirty years, suddenly he was so polite and alienated, and suddenly Somewhat uncomfortable.

After walking a few steps and seeing that Zhao Qin didn't follow, she stopped and turned around. In front of the building door, Zhao Qin was still standing at the same place, looking at Xue Tingwu's figure, her hanging hands curled up tightly, but she tried her best to raise her lips. Angle, don't let yourself appear gaffe.

Meifeng frowned, Xue Tingwu strode back and grabbed Zhao Qin's wrist, then walked towards his cayenne.

"Tingwu, let me go. Jing Rui just celebrated for me, so don't bother..." Xue Tingwu was tall, so Zhao Qin could only trot along the way, chanting non-stop, obviously Some panicked.

Xue Tingwu didn't say anything, he opened the passenger door and pushed Zhao Qin into the car, then quickly walked around to the driver's cab, opened the door and got in.

Seeing that Xue Tingwu was wearing a seat belt with downcast eyes, Zhao Qin murmured, "You really don't need to bother, it's just a birthday, and I'm not seven or eighty, so Jingrui will take me to dinner and forget it."

Hearing Zhao Qin keep saying "no trouble", Xue Tingwu frowned, fastened his seat belt and started the engine, looked ahead and said, "Jingrui is Jingrui, I am me!"

Taking a deep breath, Zhao Qin turned around and looked ahead, and then sighed slowly. Although he tried his best to restrain himself, Xue Tingwu still heard her sigh clearly.

Before Zhao Qin discovered the existence of Yang Xiaoxu's mother and daughter, he never thought about divorce. Most of the friends around him were happy families, but they actually raised women outside their backs behind their wives and children.

His strength is no worse than those of his friends, especially when he gets older, he also thinks that there are many children around him, how many friends have two children and three children one after another, only him, only a son like Jingrui.

Secretly sighed, in fact, if Zhao Qin hadn't gone to Yang Xiaoxu's mother and daughter to make a fuss and angered him, in fact... he would never have thought about divorce.

In front of a western restaurant, Xue Tingwu stopped the car, and when he unbuckled his seat belt, he said calmly, "Get out of the car."

Glancing at the western restaurant outside the car, Zhao Qin shied away again, "Actually, it's not necessary..."

Xue Tingwu gave you a pause when he took the seat belt, and looked at Zhao Qin impatiently, "Get out of the car."

"Oh," Zhao Qin responded, and pushed open the passenger's door to get out. The divorce was not too long, less than two months, but in such a short time, she didn't know how to get along with him.

Xue Tingwu was in front, and Zhao Qin followed. The two of them kept a certain distance between them and walked towards the western restaurant one after another. They threw the car keys to the parking boy. Xue Tingwu turned his head and waited for Zhao Qin to come to him before going in together.

After making a reservation in advance, the service led the two of them to the table. After Xue Tingwu took his seat, he ordered, "One piece of foie gras, one piece of steak, and another piece of ice cream, and open the bottle of red wine I kept."

(End of this chapter)