Chapter 268

When she went downstairs, Fu Xiaofeng was having breakfast.

Seeing her, I was not as excited as before, but I moved my eyes proudly.

Zhao Qiqing didn't care. She casually sat down opposite him and ate breakfast with satisfaction.

"Don't send me today. I'll ask Xia Tong to pick me up." At the door of Fu residence, Zhao Qiqing refused to get on Fu xishen's car and waved at him.

"... then when you arrive at the company, give me a message."

Fu xishen saw through Zhao Qiqing's mind and didn't intend to point it out. He obeyed her meaning.

Zhao Qiqing nodded and said hello to assistant Wei.

The car left the villa area and entered the urban area. Waiting for the gap between the traffic lights, assistant Wei slowly said, "do you need me to send someone to follow Miss Zhao?"

To tell you the truth, assistant Wei is still afraid of what happened before.

He could not imagine that if something similar happened again, he might not want to live.

"No, send someone to follow Zhao Lingling."

Fu xishen closed his eyes and pretended to sleep, looking like no strangers.

"OK." Assistant Wei didn't dare to say anything more. He should come down.

"Make an appointment at noon and call Qin Fanglai."#@$& amp;

"Yes, sir." Speaking of this, assistant Wei also looked serious.

In the perception of outsiders, Qin Fang may be a dandy and unruly young master of the official family, ignorant and unskilled.

But the inside of this man is far from as simple as the surface. When assistant Wei first saw Qin Fang, he came to this conclusion.

On the other hand, shortly after Fu xishen left, Du xiatong came soon.

"Mr. Zhao, are you going to announce with Mr. Fu...?"%& amp; (&

Early in the morning, Du xiatong joked about his boss, and his cold eyes were a little more popular.

Zhao Qiqing, who had just sat down, was so stiff that she almost caught her clothes in the door.

She glanced sideways at Du xiatong. "Are you resurrected with blood? Have you learned to gossip? The company stipulates that employees should do their part, don't you know?"

It means you don't mind other things. This is a euphemism of Zhao Qiqing.

But Du xiatong did not eat Zhao Qiqing's bluff and skillfully started the car:

"Yes, I can't hang myself from a crooked neck tree, can I? I've been here for so long before. It doesn't matter if there's more. It's president Zhao. You really want to do it?"

Du xiatong's voice fell, and his vision had been focused on driving. He didn't notice Zhao Qiqing's serious look.

She looked out of the window and her voice sank: "it's true..."

After so many things, she has been too lazy to care about what is true and what is false.

The only thing that can verify everything is time, and now what she needs most is time. It can only be said that she takes one step at a time.

The days passed step by step for several days. The late autumn passed quietly and ushered in the first snow of this year.

"What are you looking at?"

Zhao Qiqing's arm holding coffee swayed slightly because of the sudden movement of the people behind her.

A little warm coffee was sprinkled on his hand and quickly evaporated by the indoor temperature.

"What are you doing? You spilled my coffee." Zhao Qiqing felt the temperature of her waist and back, and her body gradually tightened.

Fu xishen just hugged her in the back, put his stubble chin gently on her shoulder and said nothing.

The snow outside the window was flying with the cold wind, covering the scenery in the courtyard with a vast expanse of white.

"You held it ten minutes ago."

Fu xishen is talking about coffee.

Zhao Qiqing even heard some grievances in it, and was almost laughed by her own idea.

Her eyes still fell on the snowflakes outside the window, but her body tilted back slightly: "are you too overbearing? You should take care of when I drink coffee."

"Otherwise?"

Fu xishen's voice was low and sprayed over Zhao Qiqing's ear, making her ears itchy.

"Well, I'm not poor. Doesn't that mean your mother will be back soon? When the snow stops, I'll go out and live for a few days."

Li Shurong has been "living" abroad for a long time. Even if Fu is clear in his heart, Fu Xiaofeng urges him every day.

It's time for Li Shurong to come back.

Now that she has decided to stay with Fu xishen, Zhao Qiqing is bound to be unable to make too much trouble with Li Shurong.

Zhao Qiqing was very open-minded, but Fu xishen obviously paused after hearing Zhao Qiqing's words.

After a long time, he opened up and down on Zhao Qiqing's shoulder: "where to live? Xin Mo? Or Rong Yan?"

"I can take you to my apartment." Fu xishen suddenly tightened his arm and said.

At the thought of Zhao Qiqing staying with Rongyan Xinmo and any of them, Fu xishen's heart was burning fiercely, and the strength in his hand was not important.

"Hiss..."

Fortunately, after Zhao Qiqing's pain, her strength loosened in an instant.

"I said what are you thinking? I mean to stay at Xia Tong's house for a few days."

Just these days, Du xiatong said that an Zirui contacted her and went to join the fun to see what was going on.

"No, go to the apartment with me."

Fu xishen doesn't care who Zhao Qiqing lives with, as long as he can't stay under his nose, he won't allow it.

"I said, why are you so domineering? President Tangtang Fu, where is your chief bully?"

Zhao Qiqing patted Fu xishen's hand, got away from it, came to the recliner and sipped the remaining coffee slowly.

"For you, that's it."

Fu xishen was not annoyed either. He raised his hand to straighten out the home service in front of his chest, and instantly returned to the appearance of a modest gentleman. All his gestures and gestures were precious.

Zhao Qiqing was shaken by the man in front of her, and the familiar sweetness at the tip of her tongue seemed to have changed.

It's like eating a cool mint, and the whole body is very comfortable washed by the smell.

"All right, Mr. Fu is not afraid to have a contradictory reality version of his mother-in-law and daughter-in-law. I don't mind either."

To put it bluntly, Zhao Qiqing doesn't like Li Shurong at all. If it weren't for Fu xishen

"That won't happen."

Presumably abroad, Li Shurong has "learned" a lot. If he comes back as usual, he doesn't mind sending people back.

The voice fell. Before Zhao Qiqing answered, Fu xishen suddenly thought of something and bullied him to narrow the distance with Zhao Qiqing.

Their eyes briefly intersected in the air, hot and ambiguous.

"Even if it does happen, I'm sure I'll choose you."

——If your mother and I fell into the water at the same time, who would you save?

——Save you.

Zhao Qiqing's brain suddenly remembered the question that has been handed down through the ages and broke her head for an answer.

The brain was like setting off fireworks, and exploded.

Fried her whole body.