Hearing Xin Mo's words, Fu Xi looked at Zhao Qiqing with deep eyes.

Zhao Qiqing gave him the impression that he was always a person who adhered to his duty and would never ask him to do anything until the accident happened.

When he heard that Zhao Qiqing deliberately caused the car accident and vented his anger on Zhao Qiqing, the latter didn't complain.

Including the divorce, Zhao Qiqing didn't take anything that didn't belong to her.

Zhao Qiqing, who stood opposite Fu xishen, sneered.

It was she who kept giving blood to the sleeping tranquility that was wronged as a murderer. It was ironic that Zhao Qiqing made herself into the current situation.

The peace of the truth was revealed. He held Fu xishen's hand tightly and begged bitterly: "ah Shen, you have to believe me. I really didn't lie to you."

Looking at Anning's efforts to save her face, Zhao Qiqing sneered, looked at Fu xishen and said without emotion: "Mr. Fu, I hope you can like this gift today. Just take it as our last love after divorce and see the people around us."

After that, Zhao Qiqing turned proudly.

At this time, Mrs. an recovered, loosened her arm around her husband, and quickly walked to Zhao Qiqing, ready to give Zhao Qiqing some color to see.

Aware of Mrs. an's action, Rong Yan stretched out his slender arm and directly blocked Mrs. an's way.

"Zhao Qiqing, you bitch, want to ruin my daughter's engagement ceremony. Haven't your parents taught you how to be a man?"

Mrs. an is completely a shrew swearing. Instead of high, cold and elegant posture, she is replaced by messy hair and broken voice.

Mrs. an's shouting and swearing surprised Zhao Qiqing, calmed her mind and turned leisurely, "I respect you as an elder, so I'll call you Mrs. an."

After a pause, Zhao Qiqing's fierce eyes turned to Anning, "but you also let me know that like mother, like daughter. You're really similar."

Every time she mentioned her parents, Zhao Qiqing felt a faint pain in her heart. That was her most precious person.

"Zhao Qiqing, don't go too far. Your family thinks you're too cumbersome. What qualifications do you have to say about us here?"

Hearing Zhao Qiqing mocking herself and her mother, Anning fought back angrily.

"Miss an may not know much about my family. That kind of woman doesn't deserve to be my family."

Mentioning her stepmother, Zhao Qiqing's eyes were more indifferent.

The scene of several people abusing was seen by all the guests present. Both the technicians invited by Zhao Qiqing and Zhao Qiqing's attitude can explain that the accident in Anning has nothing to do with Zhao Qiqing.

As the host, Mrs. an has no manners. She scolds innocent people for her daughter, regardless of the truth.

"Zhao Qiqing, you." Anning stared at Zhao Qiqing with her eyes wide.

"Stop talking." Anlin scolded angrily.

People around him are watching Anlin's jokes, which will cause great loss to his face after they spread out.

Then an Lin changed into a gentle face and looked at the surrounding guests with regret: "sorry, everyone, we have some family affairs for the time being. An will invite you again after making arrangements."

After understanding the departure order under Anlin, the guests said goodbye one after another.

Zhao Qiqing stopped pestering with Mrs. an and left the banquet.

For a moment, the lively banquet hall became cold.

"Uncle, I have something else to do. I'll leave first."

Fu xishen waited until now to leave, which has given Anlin enough face.

An Lin, who knew the sophistication of the world, naturally gave himself a step down and said faintly, "since Xi Shen is tired, go back first, and we should also go back and have a rest."

Fu xishen nodded and strode away.

Anning watched Fu xishen leave and shed a tear. The engagement ceremony she was thinking about was gone.

When Fu xishen walked out of the banquet hall, he only saw a car shadow farther and farther away.

When assistant Wei saw Fu xishen coming out, he quickly opened his umbrella and walked towards him: "Sir, it's raining too much."

"Did she bring an umbrella?"

Fu xishen subconsciously asked a sentence.

"Too, the male model beside Miss Zhao has prepared an umbrella for her."

Assistant Wei stopped the "wife" he was about to say in time. For him, these two words seemed to be shouting yesterday.

"I don't need to listen to this."

Fu xishen's sudden change of attitude confused assistant Wei. It was Fu xishen's question. As an assistant, he naturally had the right to answer for Fu xishen.

Instead of worrying about who is right and who is wrong, Fu xishen returned to the Fu residence. Li Shurong and Fu Xiaofeng had fallen asleep and the lights were no longer on upstairs.

And in the old house.

Zhao Qiqing began a dark life. In order to celebrate her redress, they held a party for only three people in the living room.

When she woke up in the morning, she saw Rongyan and Xinmo lying on the sofa without any influence, and the wine bottles on the carpet were everywhere.

When she finished sorting out all the garbage, Rongyan woke up.

"Sister, are you okay?" Rong Yan, who was about to take out the garbage, met Zhao Qiqing who came back.

"OK."

Zhao Qiqing smiled slightly. When passing by, she saw the photo frame corner slightly exposed in the garbage bag and stopped, "Rong Yan, what are you taking?"

"Garbage." Rong Yan shook the garbage bag in his hand, and Fu xishen's face appeared in front of Zhao Qiqing.

"I'll throw it for you."

Before Rongyan could react, Zhao Qiqing grabbed the garbage bag in Rongyan's hand and walked alone to the trash can outside the door.

Standing in front of the trash can, Zhao Qiqing took out the picture frame, which was the wedding photo of the two.

They divorced, and the photo is the only souvenir.

Fu xishen's expression is always only one, but it has always attracted Zhao Qiqing's attention.

Zhao Qiqing took out the photos in the photo frame and put them in the pocket of her pajamas. Fortunately, their wedding photos are very small and can not be seen by others.

After not seeing her back for a long time, Xin Mo went out and saw Zhao Qiqing again. She was sad for Fu xishen.

The photo in the garbage bag was seen by Rong Yan when cleaning the living room yesterday. Although it was thrown in the corner of the sofa, it can be seen that Zhao Qiqing is not willing to throw it away.

Her eyes darkened. Xin Mo went up and took the photo from her hand and put it in the garbage bag again. "What's good about a pile of garbage? I've booked your favorite restaurant and checked you in the hospital."

People who come out of Fu residence, Xin Mo will feel that there are bacteria.

"Since Xin Mo invited me, I accepted it reluctantly."

Smelling the smell, Zhao Qiqing went back to her room and changed her clothes. The light green lotus leaf dress showed her youth and beauty.

Zhao Qiqing didn't notice that Rong Yan's cold eyes suddenly changed. She was surprised for a moment, but she didn't escape Xin Mo's eyes.

Xin Mo put his right arm around Zhao Qiqing's neck, and the ruffian voice pierced Zhao Qiqing's ear: "Xiao Qingqing, you are my woman tonight."

Without giving Xin Mo time to react, Zhao Qiqing kicked Xin Mo directly with her feet and said mercilessly, "Xin Mo, it seems that you still don't know me very well."

In order to keep a distance with Xin Mo, Zhao Qiqing took Rong Yan's hand and strode away, leaving Xin Mo with only a back.

"Xiaoqingqing, wait for me." Xinmo looked sadly at the two people far away from him.

The three people went directly to the door of the hospital. They didn't notice a familiar car parked nearby and drove directly to the doctor's office.

"Hello, I'm Zhao Qiqing who made an appointment for examination."

"Are you Zhao Qiqing?"

The doctor looked up at Zhao Qiqing, and then said faintly, "there are few people who can be examined by me. You are the only one who cancels again and again."

Zhao Qiqing looked at the doctor suspiciously. She just heard Xin Mo say she was going to have an examination and didn't tell her that she had already made an appointment.

Seeing things coming to light, Xinmo reluctantly said, "aunt, don't embarrass her. It's my fault."

Aunt?