Chapter 11

Zhao Qiqing sat in Fu xishen's car, speechless all the way.

Soon, I arrived at Fu's old house.

Mrs. Fu lives in the suburbs and likes quiet. She often worships the Buddha and gives incense. There are only a few women waiting on her.

I heard the old lady's cough from a distance.

"You go to the door and stand."

The old lady was pale and looked in poor health. She first said something to Fu Xi's cold face, and then took Zhao Qiqing into the room.

"I didn't expect such a big thing to happen when I came back soon after I went out. Qiqing, you're too impulsive."

Zhao Qiqing knew that the old lady was talking about her divorce from Fu xishen.

Slowly walked forward and held the old lady's cool hand as usual. She smiled, "old lady, you should be happy for me. I can finally be myself, can't I?"

The old lady called Fu xishen outside the door with a little complaint, turned her head and was a little sad: "ah Chen, this child is confused. He missed your good daughter-in-law. Now you call me 'old lady' such a polite title."

Zhao Qiqing was stunned, and a hot idea came up at the bottom of her eyes: "grandma."

The old lady patted her on the back of her hand, "Qiqing, I see your feelings for ah Shen these years. Can you really put it down?"

"I have no choice but to put it down." Zhao Qiqing's heart is sour. What if she doesn't put it down? That's enough.

The old lady hugged her and patted her on the back to comfort her: "grandma doesn't blame you for your divorce with ah Shen. I know that one day sooner or later, ah Chen is not so lucky."

Zhao Qiqing leaned quietly in the arms of the old lady.

In the past few years in the Fu family, the old lady was the only one who showed kindness to her.

Where there is an old lady, Li Shurong and Fu Xiaofeng dare not mess around. They always have to be afraid.

She has long regarded the old lady as a relative.

Zhao Qiqing doesn't regret her divorce, but she can't be filial around her. It's a little pity.

"Qiqing, ah Shen, I've seen him grow up and understand his temperament. If one day he saves you, will you come back?"

The old lady was reluctant to give up such a good granddaughter-in-law, and naturally hoped that the two would be together in the future.

But Zhao Qiqing is not naive.

The only thing that can make fu xishen soft is tranquility, not her.

Zhao Qiqing tugged at the corners of her lips, "but grandma, he doesn't like me. I should have understood it five years ago."

The old lady also realized something, and her face was gloomy and silent.

"Grandma, whether I'm your granddaughter-in-law or not, I'm Zhao Qiqing who respects you." She stretched out her hand and gathered it around the old lady's hair and smiled. "You should always be happy and keep your body well. Don't worry about others."

Fu xishen stood quietly outside.

Zhao Qiqing is clear about the kind of tie between Zhao Qiqing and the old lady.

Although he doesn't like Zhao Qiqing these years, it can't be denied that Zhao Qiqing is very kind to me and no worse than her own children. Even if Li Shurong and Fu Xiaofeng are not good to her, she has been taking care of them.

Fu xishen was disgusted when he learned that the Anning car accident was committed by Zhao Qiqing.

But for the sake of her sincerity to the old lady, he chose to let her go.

It's the last tolerance for her.

After a long time, two people in the house came out.

"Qiqing, if you're free, come and see me often. I'm afraid I don't have a living for a few years."

"What's grandma talking about? You're a man who wants to live a long life. I'll come to see you often."

At this time, Fu xishen stepped forward and said, "I'll drive you."

Zhao Qiqing's estranged refusal: "no, someone picked me up." Turn around and walk towards the black Maybach that has already arrived.

Fu xishen's eyes are deep. It's Xin Mo and the male model.

The warm pictures of the three people talking and laughing are inexplicably dazzling.

The old lady coughed a few times and gasped: "I'm old and I can't manage your affairs, but ah Chen... I hope you don't regret it one day."

The old lady, who had always loved him dearly, was so disappointed with him that she didn't want to look at him more and went back with the help of the servant.

Fu xishen stood alone at the door with a cold face.

Regret?

impossible.