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

Du xiatong turned his eyes at her and put the plate on the table.

"Let's eat. Today, half of them are made by Xiao Tong." Ann's father came out from the inside, wearing an apron.

It seems that the chef today is an Fu.

"I didn't let the chef at home do it. Taking advantage of Qingqing and Xiaotong's return to our big family, I want to cook for everyone to taste."

"Yes, your father never cooks easily. Usually, people who are busy in the company can't see for a few hours a day."

Mrs. an sat next to her father, her eyebrows and eyes bent and soft.

"Thank you, uncle Ann."

"Thank you, Dad."

Ann's father listened to the smile on his face, nodded and said, "you're welcome. It's my blessing that you can eat."

"Well, don't talk much. Let's have dinner." Mrs Ann pointed to a table of dishes in a soft voice.

Fu xishen sat beside Zhao Qiqing, his deep and beautiful eyes lifted slightly, and glanced at the rich dishes on the table. They are basically Zhao Qiqing's favorite.

"I want to eat sweet and sour pork. Can you clip it for me?" While thinking, Zhao Qiqing raised her eyes and looked at him.

Fu xishen was right in his heart. What he had just seen was sweet and sour meat. In their long life, they have more and more tacit understanding.

"By the way, Qingqing, you can't take medicine for a cold. You can drink more water and chicken soup. It's very tonic. Eat more. You're still a little thin now."

Mrs. an always has an endless heart. She looks at Zhao Qiqing with a smile in her eyes. Her children like it more and more.

Sometimes she felt that she had no eyes and didn't cherish the people in front of her. How could she be blinded by her heart when Zhao Qiqing was such a good child?

And these have deepened Mrs. an's debt to Zhao Qiqing, which can't be paid back overnight.

"As a saying goes, drink more hot water." Zhao Qiqing glanced at Fu xishen, and there seemed to be a little deep meaning in her eyes.

Her unidentified eyes fell on the fundus of Fu xishen's eyes, with full mapping meaning.

This scene was hit by Du xiatong. She sat opposite Zhao Qiqing and said, "Qingqing, did you think of another bad move? Look at President Fu's small eyes. They are wilting."

Hearing the speech, Zhao Qiqing giggled, "no, I didn't do anything."

Fu xishen was amused by Zhao Qiqing's small actions, looked at her deeply and said, "this woman is arguing with me and settle accounts for me after autumn."

Hearing the speech, Du xiatong nodded, "it's reasonable. After all, this autumn is almost over, and the early winter is about to begin."

An Zirui nodded. "Anyway, it snowed very early this year. It snowed once in the past two days."

Ann's father said faintly, "hurry up tomorrow and pay us the heating fee of the villa."

"Hmm? Shall I hand it in?" An Zirui has never dealt with these trivial family things, and generally withholds them directly. "Don't we have fixed accounts to give to the property?"

"Let you pay this time. I have no money." An Fu's voice sounded steadily. It didn't sound flawed. It seemed very difficult.

An Zirui thought the lunch was a little too mysterious.

Ann's father has no money. He believes in a ghost!

Mrs. an smiled and said, "your father wants you to experience life. Don't always listen to things outside the window and be idle."

It turns out that this is the purpose of an Fu.

Do they think they've been too idle lately?

An Zirui picked his eyebrow. "Son, I'm busy asking for your daughter-in-law. What if your daughter-in-law goes?"

"How many days until the 11th? Remember to get the card." An Fu explained.

Du xiatong smiled a little too timidly when he heard the speech, and glanced at an Zirui sitting aside.

"As my brother, you can hold on tight. Someone in our company has been staring at Xiao Tong recently." Zhao Qiqing took the opportunity to add fuel and vinegar.

An Zirui was not happy immediately. He raised his eyes and said, "who? I'll handcuff him tomorrow."

"You've resigned. What else are you doing?" Du xiatong turned his eyes helplessly and looked contemptuous.

Since an Zirui didn't become a policeman, the whole person is much easier, and the time to go home has become more. With his girlfriend, everything is developing according to the established plan.

An Fu now hopes that an Zirui can settle down, marry a wife and have children, and live the life he wants. The career of police can really do justice, but it's too tired.

Who doesn't know that an Zirui often goes for more than half a month. When he comes back, he always makes people feel uncertain.

Speaking of this, an Zirui was stunned. "Oh, I suddenly lost my identity. I'm not used to it."

For an Zirui, not being a policeman is really a big deal.

If Du xiatong's existence hadn't scattered most of his energy, I'm afraid he would have been thinking about it all the time.

"Now that many things have become a foregone conclusion, let's not worry too much about these things." Mrs. an said faintly.

Of course, an Zirui knows that Mrs. an is upset about her career, plus the peaceful things in the past.

Mrs. an, who should have enjoyed all her glory and wealth, tears her face all day and has to bear the risk of her absence at any time.

"Mom, you've worked hard these years. Drink instead of wine. Thank you." An Zirui held the cup high and said solemnly to Mrs. an.

Mrs. an didn't understand an Zirui's heart and nodded with a smile.

"OK, OK!"

After dinner, Mrs. an cleaned up a bedroom for Zhao Qiqing. All the things were redecorated and bought.

Zhao Qiqing went in with Fu xishen. The pure white gauze curtain fell to the ground. Through the window curtain, she vaguely saw the gray sky outside.

The pink and white princess bed is very warm in the bedroom. The floor is warm for 24 hours, even if no one has been supplying it.

Zhao Qiqing is wearing a sweater and is getting a little hot.

"Can I take off my sweater?" She looked askance at Fu xishen.

Fu xishen glanced at Zhao Qiqing's red cheeks, raised his hand and pinched, "is it hot? I remember my aunt said she bought you clothes."

Zhao Qiqing followed Fu xishen's words, turned around and found an open door in the corner.

She walked over. There was a cloakroom with luxurious decoration and a wide range of clothes, which was enough for Zhao Qiqing to dazzle her eyes.

"I took off my sweater and there was a shirt in it." Zhao Qiqing murmured and stared at her.

Fu xishen conveniently took a sweater and coat. "It's hot in the room. Sleep in your shirt. Will it be uncomfortable?"

Zhao Qiqing shook her head, "no, I can accept you."