Chapter 1193

And sitting in front of the television, Fu Qingliu, see here, a hanging heart, also slowly put down.

Self blame and guilt still lingered in her heart, unable to extricate herself. Gu Tianqing had an accident to save her. She was already sad and had no place to say. Now she saw Qi Jinnian's hard work in keeping the company. She couldn't help crying on the spot.

Fu Zhongting happened to come down from upstairs. He saw Fu Qingliu wiping his eyes with a paper towel. He saw the picture on the TV. He understood it immediately and went to her.

Fu Qingliu noticed Fu Zhongting's footsteps and quickly dried his tears. He raised his head and said, "Zhongting, you are not completely well. I didn't ask you to rest more. How can I get down?"

"I'm fine. Don't worry." He picked up the remote control on one side and turned off the TV. Then he said, "don't always think about it. Nobody wants to think about Tianqing."

"But you said how can I not want to, he is my son, now the people are gone, all rely on Jinnian a person to support, you say how can I rest assured."

"Jinnian, you don't have to worry. It's not that many people are helping her. She's also doing a good job. I believe that as long as you give her time, she will survive."

When Fu Qingliu heard the speech, she didn't feel relieved at all. She just felt sad: "I don't know what happened during this period of time. So many things have happened."

Fu Zhongting's heart was not easy, but he could only pat Fu Qingliu on the shoulder.

"Zhongting, please take me to Jinnian. I can take care of her by the way. I'm afraid her mother alone can't be busy."

"Good."

Fu Qingliu wiped his face, stood up and picked up two pieces of clothes, and went out with Fu Zhongting.

Just to send people, Qi Jinnian also happened to come back from work, to see Fu Qingliu, or quite surprised: "Mom."

"Jinnian, are you tired when you come back?"

"Not tired." Qi Jinnian shakes his head. He is tired both physically and mentally, but he is not tired.

"Sit down first." Fu Qingliu helped Qi Jinnian to sit down on the sofa. Jinxi cleverly ran behind Qi Jinnian, hammering her shoulder and knocking on her back, "Mom, is this comfortable?"

"Yes, thank you, baby."

"You're welcome, grandma said. She's moving in with us to take care of you."

Qi Jinnian looked at Fu Qingliu again, and Fu Qingliu also looked at her: "I'm not alone at home. My mother-in-law has to take care of Jinxi and you. I can't help her."

"That's really troubling you."

"No trouble. You are pregnant and busy with the business of the company. If you can't bear it, don't be forced to do it, OK?"

"I see. Thank you, mom."

Seeing that there was nothing wrong, Fu Zhongting got up and left.

He drove around the road, for a while, but he didn't know where to go.

Open, unconsciously came to a bar that I had been to before. I met Zhong Jiaqi here before. She and Xu Jiayin drank a lot together.

For the first time, he didn't hold back and moved his hand.

Zhong Jiaqi During this period, this name did not flash in his mind for the first time. It was just in the dead of night. Because there were too many things in the daytime, he didn't have much energy to think about them. However, in the dead of night, some thoughts flashed in his mind.

He stopped by the side of the road, looked at the bar in front of him, and the lights were flashing. He lowered the window half way, lit a cigarette and smoked slowly.

A little spark in the long clean fingerbones, blue eyes slowly spit out from the mouth, half of his face, hidden behind the smoke, some hazy.

When a cigarette was about to burn out, he saw a girl walking slowly by not far away. The figure of her back was really like

She came out of the bar and walked on. He got out of the car and followed her all the way.

He followed him and went on a long way. Suddenly, he found that the girl was missing. He couldn't help but quicken his pace to catch up with him. At this moment, a strong palm wind came from his ear, which rubbed his ear. However, Fu Zhongting reacted faster and directly caught the wrist of the man. The two men were equally matched and fought in an instant.

After Fu Zhongting was in retreat, he found the opportunity to say: "don't fight, it's me!"

In the dim light, Zhong Jiaqi didn't see his appearance clearly, but when he heard his voice, he stopped immediately. Fu Zhongting took Zhong Jiaqi's arm and didn't let go.

He did not see her face clearly, but only by her action, he knew that he really did not read wrong, it was really her!

"Didn't you go abroad? Why are you here? "

The familiar voice sounded in her ear, which was so familiar and bitter. Zhong Jiaqi's heart trembled and she replied: "Sir, which one of you, can you let go first?"

Fu Zhongting is also a Leng, suddenly pulled Zhong Jiaqi to the side of the street lamp: "see clearly, who am I?"Even though she hadn't seen him for a long time, his deep and three-dimensional facial features had already been printed in her heart, so why use the light? At first glance, it was still haunting and unable to extricate herself. However, she could only restrain this strong feeling like volcanic eruption: "Oh, Hello, leader."

Fu Zhongting looked at her, and her face had accumulated a burst of anger. She still had alcohol on her body, which made him angry: "you didn't go abroad to study, how can you appear here again?"

"It's my private business. I don't need to report to the leader." Zhong Jiaqi grinned, somewhat rebellious.

"If you still know that I am a leader, tell me clearly!"

Zhong Jiaqi struggled twice: "you scratch me, you first let me go."

"Say it clearly!"

His stubborn Zhong Jiaqi knows that, so he can only say, "can't I come back to visit my relatives? Let go!"

Fu Zhongting heard the speech, but still did not loosen her meaning: "visit relatives, you come here to drink?"

"Meeting friends by the way." Zhong Jiaqi chuckled, "so happened to meet the leader here, the leader also came to drink?"

"Be serious, don't laugh with me!"

Zhong Jiaqi stares at him, but the corners of her mouth have been hanging a shallow charming smile: "but leader, I'm not your soldier, many things, you really can't control it." Zhong Jiaqi suddenly reached out and touched Fu Zhongting's face. Her warm palm touched his cool face. Both of them were surprised, but neither of them showed it.

"If you want to control me, you must have an identity, leader. Do you think so?" Zhong Jiaqi stood on tiptoe, the voice of enchantment, lingering in Fu Zhongting's ears, full of temptation.