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

The next second, Zhao Qiqing gave a light shout.

Fu xishen's whole tall figure tightly encircled her in his arms, held her firmly in his arms with both hands, and walked carefully towards the outside.

"Oh, am I heavy?" Zhao Qiqing patted Fu xishen on the back and grabbed his neck with both hands.

His neck is beautiful, with wheat complexion and texture. Because of the movement of his arm, the veins are faint.

Zhao Qiqing likes such Fu xishen, which is very energetic and meaningful.

He was like an addictive poison that made her willingly crave his breath.

Such peace of mind is rare. Zhao Qiqing sticks it to Fu xishen's chest and sniffs it deeply.

Fu xishen also tightened her arms to give her enough sense of security.

They lingered in the hospital all morning and didn't even want to go to the company.

Fu xishen took her to eat delicious food at noon and sat in the restaurant. Zhao Qiqing looked at the man close to her.

"Why don't we go down and skip the shift?"

She felt inexplicably that she wanted to relax for a moment and steal a half day's leisure.

"Well, it's nothing today. There's Qin Fang."

"I have Xiao Tong."

Hearing the speech, the two looked at each other and smiled.

Obviously, the two people arranged their assistants clearly.

However, a good mood is not beautiful. Zhao Qiqing knew for the first time that there was such a painful thing as pregnancy and vomiting in the world.

On the way, she suddenly felt cold and vomit.

Seeing that her situation was wrong, Fu xishen went home and asked Zhao Qiqing to go home and have a good rest.

She lay in bed, looking vaguely, "or you can work from home or go back to the company? It's too late."

Fu Xi looked at her deeply. Her face was pale and her lips were blue. It can be seen how uncomfortable she had just vomited.

"Fool." He said in a soft voice, with a little dissatisfaction in his voice, "my wife's pregnancy and vomiting are so bad. I'm still in the mood to work? Isn't that very immoral?"

Now his love words are coming more and more. Zhao Qiqing smiled quietly and stopped talking.

Fu xishen also changed his pajamas and followed him to bed.

Zhao Qiqing was very aware of the current affairs and approached her whole person to Fu xishen's arms, quietly closing her eyes.

"Go to sleep. I'll sleep with our baby in my arms." Fu Xi said softly.

Hearing the speech, Zhao Qiqing looked up at him and said, "am I a baby, or who is a baby?"

How could Fu xishen not understand the deep meaning of her words and smiled, "of course it's you."

Zhao Qiqing was satisfied. The corners of her mouth tilted slightly and her voice murmured, "sleep."

Fu xishen took action to hold the little woman in his arms a little tighter. They hugged each other and fell asleep, gradually falling into a deep sleep.

In the afternoon, Zhao Qiqing woke up and Fu xishen was no longer in the bedroom.

It's hazy outside, like rain.

She added a thin sweater coat to herself and walked slowly downstairs. There was a faint sound of laughter in the living room.

Seeing Zhao Qiqing coming down from upstairs, Fu xishen smiled softly, "slow down."

Zhao Qiqing picked her eyebrows and said, "it doesn't matter. You're too nervous."

"What do you know? He's doing this to protect your safety. It's no harm to be nervous."

Not far away, an Zirui looked at Zhao Qiqing with a smile.

"Brother, are you all right?" She went to Fu xishen's side and sat down, looking at an Zirui sitting diagonally opposite.

He seems to be more energetic. His eyebrows and eyes are full of smiles. He looks as warm as spring.

"Look at me, isn't it much better?" An Zirui smiled and looked at her with a spoiled face.

Fu xishen sat aside and looked at an Zirui. His deep eyes were full of cunning, "how? Now that you have re entered the workplace, what are you going to do?"

An Zirui frowned, thought carefully and said, "I don't have any special ideas for the time being. I'll wait for a promotion and a raise now."

She didn't hear what she wanted to hear at all. Zhao Qiqing was a little worried. She wrung her eyebrows and asked, "brother, how old are you this year? How many years have you been vegetarian? Your sister is going to have a baby, and you're still waiting here?"

Hearing the speech, an Zirui sank his eyes and hid the color from his eyes.

Light way: "say again."

Zhao Qiqing sighed helplessly.

It seems that an Zirui doesn't want to compound with Du xiatong?

Thinking of this, she was a little worried. She pulled Fu xishen aside. He was looking down at his mobile phone and didn't know what he was doing.

"What are you looking at?"

Zhao Qiqing took advantage of the situation and was quickly backhanded by Fu xishen to put away her mobile phone interface.

"Nothing, don't think about it." Fu xishen reached out and patted the top of her hair. His eyebrows and eyes were full of love for her, and he couldn't hide it.

An Zirui sat on the sofa alone, looking at the interaction between the two people, helpless and full of frustration.

"Can you two take care of me when I'm still alone?"

"Then why don't you talk to Xiao Tong?" Zhao Qiqing went on with his words.

For a moment, an Zirui was silent, and the atmosphere was so empty for a moment.

For a long time, an Zirui seemed to find his voice and said softly, "it's impossible for her and me."

This answer is obviously not what everyone wants, but at present, this situation seems to be expected.

Zhao Qiqing is a little lost in her heart. She is both her brother and her best friend. She is completely ignorant of how to choose.

After a while, the doorbell at the porch rang.

Fu xishen got up, "the takeout has arrived."

In an instant, Zhao Qiqing knew that what he didn't show her was that he was ordering takeout.

"Did you just order takeout? Did you hide it for me?" She couldn't figure it out.

Fu Xi sighed deeply, nodded and smiled. "Yes, I was just ordering takeout."

When he reached the porch, he opened the mobile phone interface and introduced a variety of wedding services.

He thought about it and did everything he had to do before Zhao Qiqing had a big stomach.

It can't be said that his wife Fu xishen didn't arrange noodles.

Thinking of this, this idea has sprouted as early as I met Mr. Nan.

Zhao Qiqing knows nothing about it.

After all, Fu xishen wanted to give her an unforgettable wedding ceremony.

Took the takeout and another one arrived.

"Hello, this is a special pregnant meal for Mr. Fu. Please sign for it."

A man in professional clothes stood in front of Fu xishen and handed him the delicately packed lunch box in his hand.

"Thank you."

Fu xishen took the takeout and went back. Zhao Qiqing and an Zirui looked at him in unison.

He put all his lunch boxes on the table and stood there looking at the two people on the sofa.

"What am I doing? Come and have dinner."