I thought Fu xishen would be embarrassed. I only knew that he was Frank: "really, I thought Xiao Qing couldn't find it."

Zhao Qiqing turned away. How could she not notice the overbearing and strong sight?

"Xiaoqing..." before Fu xishen finished, he was interrupted by Zhao Qiqing.

"Mr. Fu, my assistant's car will pick me up soon." Zhao Qiqing was afraid that Fu xishen would say such words as sending him home.

"I heard it." Fu xishen smiled bitterly: "Xiaoqing, in fact, you still have a lot of opinions on me, don't you?"

"Mr. Fu, don't be kidding. We haven't seen each other for long. There's no opinion." Zhao Qiqing said calmly.

"But when you and Simo saw me just now, I... It's hard not to think about it." Fu xishen said, his face inevitably lonely.

Zhao Qiqing looked at him in surprise: "you've really changed a lot."

"No, I haven't changed anything. I just miss you so much." I really want to come back to you.

Zhao Qiqing didn't continue the topic: "my assistant drove to pick me up, so I'll go first."

"Xiao Qing." Fu xishen stopped her: "assistant Wei just sent me a message saying that his family suddenly called him away and asked me for leave. Can you take me home?"

Zhao Qiqing didn't get on the car yet. Hearing this, she suggested: "you can take a taxi on the next road. You can go and take a taxi home."

"Well, forget it. Have a safe trip." Fu xishen's voice was low, but he kept looking at Zhao Qiqing, as if hoping that she would say something she regretted.

Zhao Qiqing can see it, but she just can't open her mouth.

The time they looked at each other was not long. Fu Xi sighed deeply and walked to the side of the road. The black windbreaker looked tall and thin.

"Forget it." Zhao Qiqing sighed: "come back, I'll take you back."

When Fu xishen was halfway there, he suddenly heard her say something like this. Instead of getting on the bus in a hurry, he asked, "is it convenient? If it's really inconvenient, I'd better take a taxi."

It's like making up your mind.

Zhao Qiqing actually knows. When did Fu xishen take a taxi?

"It's convenient for you to come up." Zhao Qiqing opened the door and said.

Fu xishen pursed his lips and smiled. Then he got on the bus. Although he walked slowly, he actually acted very quickly. For fear that Zhao Qiqing would repent the next second.

"And send you back to your apartment?" Zhao Qiqing asked.

"Yes." Fu xishen replied.

Speaking of this, Zhao Qiqing thought of another person: "is grandma okay?"

"She is old and has some physical problems, but now the situation is more optimistic." Fu xishen waited and said, "grandma wants to see you very much."

In the past five years when Zhao Qiqing and Fu xishen have been at odds, it's not that they haven't thought of going back to the Fu residence, but every time they plan something, there will be new work, and the plan to return to the Fu residence will be put on hold.

"I'll go back when I have time." Zhao Qiqing said.

"OK." Fu xishen said.

The car drove for more than ten minutes and finally arrived at Fu xishen's apartment. Zhao Qiqing saw the familiar house after getting off the bus and said that it was false that no memories came up.

The lights of the whole apartment are black, as if no one lives: "is there anyone in your apartment now?"

"Yes, because I wanted to go abroad for treatment, I transferred them back to the Fu residence. I haven't had time to transfer them back." Fu xishen said.

Zhao Qiqing didn't want to ask too much about more details, but said, "go back, I'll go."

"Yes." Fu xishen answered and watched the car leave, then entered the password and opened the door.

Today, let Xiaoqing take the initiative to send him back, which is also a great progress. Fu Xi thought deeply and hooked his lips.

The next day, Fu xishen simply came to Zhao Qiqing's office in the morning.

When Zhao Qiqing saw the visitor, "what are you?"

"Thank you for taking me home last night, otherwise I don't know how long I have to wait on that road." Fu xishen said.

"It's just a little effort. You don't have to come here to thank." Zhao Qiqing said.

As if he hadn't heard what Zhao Qiqing said, Fu xishen put his carefully prepared box on his desk.

"Here you are." Fu xishen said.

"Mr. Fu, what do you mean?" Zhao Qiqing said.

"It was a thank-you gift for taking me home last night." Fu xishen pushed the box forward. "This is a little of my heart. Zhao won't want it?"

"Since Fu always wants to give it, of course I'll take it." Zhao Qiqing said, without looking at it, she threw the box directly into the drawer: "Mr. Fu is not going to leave yet?"

She said in this way. Fu xishen not only didn't mean to leave, but also sat down: "I woke up too early in the morning. Can I have a rest here?"

What he said was wronged, and it really didn't make people refuse.

Zhao Qiqing gave him a white eye: "you are free."

Fu xishen nodded, took the newspaper delivered this morning and began to read it.

But what Zhao Qiqing didn't expect was that Fu xishen could really sit here all day just because of her soft consent.

During this day, Zhao Qiqing held two meetings and even had no time for lunch, but when she came back, Fu xishen was still there and even put two meals on the table.

"I'm sure you won't have time for lunch, so you'll be ready first." Fu xishen set the tableware.

Zhao Qiqing told Du xiatong behind her that she didn't have to order any more, and then walked to the table: "in fact, you don't need to prepare it for me."

"But I'm ready. You can eat it at the meeting." Fu xishen replied.

Zhao Qiqing looked at the food on the table and said, "Fu xishen, I think we must make some words clear."

"Since you left five years ago, you have nothing to do with me. I'll let you go and don't come to me again." Zhao Qiqing said, "this meal will be regarded as a break-up meal for you and me. After eating, you can leave."

Fu xishen's body froze and the whole person didn't move.

Seeing that he didn't answer for a long time, Zhao Qiqing raised her eyes and looked at him: "how about it?"

"Not good." Fu xishen refused: "I said before, anything is OK, but leave you, No."

"But you stick to me all day. Don't you have anything to do?" Zhao Qiqing looked at her: "in a word, I'll put it here. Then I'll tell the front desk not to let you in casually."

Fu xishen asked, "I hope you will give me one last chance..."

"Fu xishen, I can't do it again and again." Zhao Qiqing replied.

Fu xishen's hand under the table became a fist and then loosened it: "break up dinner, don't we? We have to choose a decent place to have a good meal?"