Chapter 687

Zhao Qiqing looked at her thick black hair and suddenly thought of it from her heart.

"I want to get a perm."

She took a look at her black, short and straight hair, and her hair was only as long as her shoulder, but when she looked at other people's small curly hair, she still felt very cute.

"No." Fu Xi thought deeply and didn't want to refuse.

Sure enough, Zhao Qiqing, who heard this sentence, immediately turned pale, frowned and said wrongfully, "ah? Why?"

"Because you are pregnant."

Pregnant women's activities such as hair dyeing are enough to have a certain impact on pregnant women's health.

Therefore, Fu xishen strictly prohibits any impact of such activities on Zhao Qiqing.

Zhao Qiqing was ordered to stop an activity she most wanted to carry out. Her mouth shriveled and her face was full of unhappiness.

"Well, I'm going to eat Buddha jumping over the wall tonight."

Since Fu xishen doesn't let her have a perm, she's in a little mood.

How could Fu xishen not see where Zhao Qiqing's emotion came from.

Put down the vegetables in his hand, the man turned around, grabbed Zhao Qiqing's arm and gently hugged her in his arms.

The doctor said that the mood of pregnant women is changeable. We should pay attention to the mood of pregnant women anyway, and patience is the first.

"Wife, we still have more than half a month to give birth, so many things are in a state of high tension. After we are busy for this period of time, how do you want to burn after the birth, OK?"

Zhao Qiqing buried her head and arched Fu xishen's chest. "No, no, but I just want to have a perm. What should I do?"

"Think so?"

Seeing that Zhao Qiqing seems to want to have a hairstyle, Fu xishen repeatedly confirmed.

Zhao Qiqing stopped arching her head, raised her eyes and blinked at Fu xishen, and then nodded heavily.

"No."

However, Fu xishen firmly disagreed.

"But it's OK for Buddha to jump over the wall."

Then he said.

"There's not enough time today. Will you make it up tomorrow?" Fu xishen glanced at half the work in the kitchen and rubbed Zhao Qiqing's head. "Today, I'll make you something light and listen to my husband, okay?"

It seems that this hairstyle is really hopeless. Zhao Qiqing smashes it, smashes its mouth, and turns her head away.

After dinner, Zhao Qiqing waited on her grandmother to drink the medicine and sat down to chat with the old man.

"I'm a terrible old woman, and I want you to be taken care of by a pregnant woman. Alas." Well, grandma suddenly sighed without reason.

Hearing this, Zhao Qiqing's face changed slightly and looked angrily at her grandmother. "Grandma, what are you talking nonsense all day long? Shouldn't we take care of you? We are all willing to take care of you."

"Grandma is old. She counts the days day by day. In fact, she will still worry and fear. When will she leave?"

It's human nature to die of illness and death, but Leng Buding heard her grandmother say this. At this moment, Zhao Qiqing's heart still clicked.

It doesn't seem to be the first time grandma mentioned it, but it's still uncomfortable anyway.

She smiled and said, "grandma, you're not good now. The doctor said how to maintain it. I'll maintain it. I'm in a good mood and have nothing."

Grandma smiled and nodded, but then sighed, "when I'm old, I'm inevitably homesick. I haven't been back for a long time, and I don't know what's going on."

"Don't worry, just go back if you want."

Then Zhao Qiqing picked up the remote control and turned on the TV. "Come on, I'll watch TV with you."

"OK."

Grandma nodded and looked at the TV screen, but her eyes were still lonely.

Zhao Qiqing remembered this sentence casually said by her grandmother and silently took it to her heart.

In the evening, she leaned on the pillow at the head of the bed, looked at Fu xishen's waiting bag when he was preparing for production, and mentioned it to him.

Fu xishen put down the things in his hand, thought for a while and said, "why don't we take grandma back to our hometown this weekend."

When it comes to returning to the place full of pain, Zhao Qiqing's state of mind is not as bad as before.

But after all, there was a slight change in mood.

Seeing that Zhao Qiqing's expression gradually became gloomy, Fu xishen put down his things and came to her around the end of the bed.

"What's the matter? Do you think of the past?"

Zhao Qiqing nodded gently without hesitation. Her expression was a little strange. "Maybe, things are right and people are wrong. It's inevitable that her mood will become different."

After all, the pain of the past was only hidden and not erased.

She wanted to take her grandmother back, but asked her to go back herself, but Zhao Qiqing didn't want to.

"If you really don't want to go, I'll take my grandmother to have a look alone. You can have a good rest at home, huh?" Fu xishen looked at Zhao Qiqing gently, and his eyebrows and eyes were full of warmth.

Zhao Qiqing tangled for a long time and twisted Fu xishen's hand to play on his palm.

Seeing that the little woman couldn't think of anything, Fu Xi deeply rubbed her head.

"Well, well, when I've finished packing up, I'll take a bath and sleep with you?"

Zhao Qiqing nodded, "OK."

Although she didn't say anything more, she was still a little upset.

She told her grandmother about going back. If she didn't accompany her, it seemed a little bad.

In the twinkling of an eye, Zhao Qiqing's worry was solved smoothly at the weekend.

She happened to have something to do and needed to go back to her home. Naturally, she couldn't go back to the countryside.

"Slow down on the road and call me when you arrive."

Fu xishen asked an Zirui to come and pick up Zhao Qiqing. When they left, Zhao Qiqing explained.

"Don't worry. You should pay more attention to yourself when I come back."

Fu xishen said with a warm smile.

It's better for him to take his grandmother back. After all, Zhao Qiqing is about to give birth. It's not good to run around and get tired.

After parting, Zhao Qiqing got into an Zirui's car.

There is no trouble in my heart, so I have the heart of gossip.

She asked with a smile: "I said, brother, how are you and Xiaotong recently? Why haven't you heard anything from Xiaotong?"

An Zirui was not impatient at all. He smiled and said, "I've just been in office for a few years, so we both plan to let it go. Cough... For a while... You know."

He said sorry, his cheeks gradually climbed up a blush, and looked at Zhao Qiqing through the rearview mirror.

"Hahaha, I won't ask you anymore. I'll ask Xiao Tong later."

Zhao Qiqing laughed and asked no more questions. She turned her head and looked out of the window.

An Zirui drove slowly and steadily, and the street view slowly regressed, just like time, slowly disappearing in front of him.

Remembering that she was about to give birth, and then remembering Fu xishen's figure, a smile burst out on her face. The bad things have passed, and will get better and better in the future.