Chapter 590

As for why she offered to see them, even Zhao Qiqing didn't know.

She can't find the answer, perhaps because she has the same blood as them.

Closer and closer, Zhao Qiqing saw the excitement and expectation on Mrs. an's face.

Fu xishen saw that Zhao Qiqing was at a loss, "doesn't it matter?"

"Huh?" Zhao Qiqing suddenly regained consciousness, raised her eyes to Fu xishen, gently shook her head, "I'm fine."

An Zirui and Du xiatong walk in the front, and several people slowly come to an Fu and an madam.

Mrs. an got up and had already ruddy eyes, unable to restrain her inner emotions.

"Qingqing..."

"Come on, let's talk somewhere else." Zhao Qiqing took the initiative to speak, with calm eyebrows and eyes and no waves.

Her lower abdomen has not yet bulged, but Fu xishen and her careful care expressed their love for the unborn baby in her belly.

Mrs. an sighed. All the past is an indelible mark of pain.

Zhao Qiqing's back looks slightly bloated. It can be seen that Fu xishen takes good care of her.

"There is an empty lounge here. Let's talk in it." Du xiatong and an Zirui opened the door and let them go in together.

Mrs. an and an Fu sit at the head of the throne. Fu xishen and Zhao Qiqing sit on one side, opposite an Zirui and Du xiatong.

Du xiatong glanced at Zhao Qiqing. Her eyebrows and eyes were full of worry. Zhao Qiqing shook her head and indicated that she had nothing to do.

"Today, we specially came to attend the wedding dinner of president Zhang's daughter. In fact, the most important thing is to meet you and our daughter."

An Fu opened his mouth coldly. He kept thinking about how to speak so as not to appear abrupt. He knew that they had hurt Zhao Qiqing's heart.

It was the first time Zhao Qiqing heard the word 'our daughter' in an Fu's mouth, so gently and deeply.

Strange and with a little light desire.

Zhao Qiqing gradually wet red eyes, drooping eyes did not speak.

She just didn't know how to express her feelings at this moment, as if everything should be settled.

Mrs. an got up slowly, walked to Zhao Qiqing, half squatted down, and tears fell slowly along her cheeks.

"Child, mom... I know that we did the wrong things at the beginning. We lacked a lot of consideration and hurt you."

"Sorry, Qingqing, can you forgive mom and dad?"

Mrs. an said in tears, and her eyebrows and eyes were full of countless bitterness. They owed their daughter for many years.

Zhao Qiqing squatted down from the sofa and looked at Mrs. an face to face. She had no complaints for a long time.

At the beginning, when I recognized an Zirui as my brother.

"Mom."

A soft whisper is the result of Mrs. an's insomnia for many days and nights.

Mrs Ann wept with joy, nodded and answered, "Hey, boy!"

Du xiatong also felt something when he saw the scene of everyone's happiness, and shrank in an Zirui's arms.

"It seems that our decision today is not wrong." Du xiatong muttered to himself.

An Zirui gently touched her head and soothed her voice, "yes, we Xiaotong did it right."

An Fu also walked over and hugged Zhao Qiqing and Mrs. an. His voice choked with emotion.

"My child, it was all my father's fault."

Zhao Qiqing was infected by their emotions. She cried and flushed her eyes and shook her head. "It's all over. Our family should be well."

Mrs. an nodded. "Well, I'll spend the rest of my life for my daughter's health and happiness."

Watching them cry, an Zirui couldn't stand it. He reached out and rubbed his temples, and looked down at the three people squatting on the ground.

"Don't squat all the time. Qingqing is pregnant. It's inconvenient to squat all the time. If you don't get up again, I think Fu xishen should jump."

Fu xishen stood beside them, ready to help Zhao Qiqing at any time.

When Mrs. an heard the speech, she reached out to wipe away her tears and floated Zhao Qiqing, "be careful, child."

"I'm fine. The child is very healthy now." Several people stood up straight and sat back on the sofa.

This time, Mrs. an sat on the side of Zhao Qiqing, and Fu xishen was driven to the seat where Mrs. an had just sat.

Looking at Fu xishen with a sad face, an Zirui covered his mouth and lost his smile. "This man is finally shriveled."

Du xiatong nodded, "that's right. Look at this man. He's almost jumping with anger."

The two men talked loudly and didn't feel that Fu xishen was in the eye at all. Fu xishen couldn't help but cast a contemptuous look at them.

"Are you two eager to be a pair of bitter mandarin ducks?" Fu xishen's half threatening voice sounded faintly, with some carelessness.

Du xiatong shriveled his mouth and said, "think beautiful. I have sunny to protect me."

Fu xishen ate flat and stopped talking.

An Fu looked at Fu xishen, hesitated, and said, "Mr. Fu, thank you for taking care of Qingqing in recent years."

Fu xishen shook his head. "This is what I should do."

Ann's father nodded, and there was nothing to say between them.

The atmosphere became stiff again. On the other hand, Zhao Qiqing and Mrs. an talked and laughed. It seemed that the atmosphere was harmonious.

"If you have nothing to do tomorrow, let Xiao Fu send you to settle down and mom cook delicious food for you."

Zhao Qiqing nodded, "no problem."

Seeing this, Mrs. an was happy and looked up at an Zirui. "Tomorrow, you and Xiao Tong will come too. Our house is lively."

"I have to take her to take wedding photos tomorrow. Let's go there in the afternoon." Fu xishen timely interrupted.

Mrs. an looked up at them in surprise.

"Mom, ah Chen and I got married at the end of December."

Hearing the speech, an Fu snapped and said, "Oh, we, as our mother's family, didn't prepare anything. So did Zi Rui. Why didn't you tell us?"

"You weren't busy making preserves." An Zirui is quick spoken and accidentally exposes his father's candied fruit to Zhao Qiqing.

"What do you do? Preserves?" Zhao Qiqing's eyes wandered back and forth on an's father and Mrs. an.

The two men smiled awkwardly, nodded and admitted, "yes, we made some preserves for you. At that time, we heard that you were pregnant and vomiting, and we were afraid that you wouldn't want to see us, so we were good at making suggestions..."

"Thank you, Dad. It's delicious." Zhao Qiqing interrupted their guilt and took the initiative to laugh.

If it weren't for the candied fruit, I'm afraid she couldn't find a good way to relieve her morning sickness.

"Your father made it himself and robbed me!" Mrs. an couldn't help laughing at the thought of her father's anger and rushing to make preserves with her at that time.

Zhao Qiqing was also infected and slightly bent her lips.