Wealthy rich wife wants to divorce

Chapter 62 "Why is Xing'er crying?"

In the villa area late at night, a row of copper palace lanterns were lit. Fu Xuehong got out of the car and looked at the figure standing in front of him walking slowly.

Qin Yin was standing on the sidewalk beside the lawn, with half of his face covered in darkness.

"Why...you seem to be waiting for me."

Nodding his head, Qin Yin glanced over his feet and walking stick and slowly raised his eyes, only to find a mini sticker on the corner of Fu Xuehong's eye.

Thinking of the scene of him being chased and beaten by Circe when he was in the hospital tonight, Qin Yin couldn't help laughing.

This man has the label of a wealthy family, so he probably has never been treated like this before.

Although he really wanted to ask if he had been beaten to a bone, but after thinking about it, Qin Yin put it in a milder way.

"Hey! The injury at the corner of your eye wasn't caused by Circe."

"What do you think? That woman came up indiscriminately and just beat her up. I'm lucky that I wasn't maimed, right?" Fu Xuehong didn't feel unwilling or angry at all when he was humiliated, but instead felt self-deprecating.

Fu Xuehong glanced at him indifferently, restrained himself from mocking and warned:

"Next time something like this happens again, I promise to tear down that stick in your hand!"

Qin Yin shook his head, with a funny face on his face: "Women, after all, are impulsive creatures! But for the seriousness of Holly's disease, I really only found out tonight...Why, I'm sure there is no possibility of treatment Is it?"

"A cold-blooded creature like you cares about the woman who put you in prison?! Has the world changed?"

Fu Xuehong raised his head to look at the sky, and curled the corners of his lips mockingly.

Just at this moment, a child's night cry suddenly came from the quiet villa area.

The expressions of the two men standing on the aisle changed slightly.

Fu Xuehong turned his head and looked towards his own villa, only to see that the lights in the children's bedroom on the second floor were suddenly lit up, and two figures were moving in the room.

"Wow~~"

Xing'er's crying pierced the quiet night.

Fu Xuehong frowned slightly, and was about to turn around and go back to the room when Qin Yin's irritable voice came from behind: "President Fu!"

"What's the matter?" He looked back at the neighbor at Pojiao who looked strange.

"I think, I'm thinking, look, the three of you have their own busy schedules! Now that Holly is sick, and you are so busy with the company's affairs, it's better, it's better... Let me take care of the baby for you?"

"Anyway, I'm too idle, and Xing'er quite likes to play with me..."

Fu Xuehong's eyes were deep, looking at the man who was stuttering because of his impatience, he calmly refused: "No need."

After finishing speaking, he turned around and strode back towards the bungalow.

In the blink of an eye, a figure appeared in the children's room on the second floor of his house.

"Why is Xing'er crying?"

When the two maids heard the male master's cold voice, they were frightened out of their wits and hurriedly backed away.

Standing on the edge of the bed with its paws crossed.

Fu Xuehong walked into the children's room and saw his son sitting on the small bed crying twitching, his face was gloomy for a moment, he walked quickly to the bedside, sat down and took the child out of the quilt with both arms in his arms. "Are you missing Daddy?"

Xing'er rubbed against Daddy's chest, wiped away tears, lifted her teary face, and said in a baby voice, "Daddy, I had a nightmare."

"Oh, so we Xing'er had a nightmare."

"En." Xiao Xing'er nodded vigorously.

He looked down at the child's beautiful red eyes from crying, and stretched out his hand to gently wipe away the cold tears from the child's face.Dazed for a moment, he stroked his milky face and asked with a smile: "Did you dream about the cartoon you watched in the afternoon?"

Xing'er shook her head, her small mouth was deflated, and tears rolled out like golden beans.

He couldn't stop sobbing, bit his little hand and said, "I dreamed that someone told me that my mother was going to die..."

(End of this chapter)