Boss, Your Wife’s Asking for A Divorce, Again! - Chapter 689

The staff’s red seal is firmly covered on the genealogy.

With Zhao Qiqing’s name officially falling into the family tree of settling down, it can be regarded as the end of the knot between an’s father and Mrs. an for many days.

They breathed a sigh of relief, looked at Zhao Qiqing and said with a smile: “baby, no matter what poverty and adversity happens in the future, we will be your strong backing, as well as your brother. You can beat him if you need or are dissatisfied.”

The atmosphere, which was still solemn and sensational, was suddenly broken by Mrs. an’s last sentence. Zhao Qiqing couldn’t help laughing.

“Mom, what are you talking about? Why did I become a sandbag for our family?” An Zirui widened his eyes and stared at Mrs. an in a daze. He couldn’t believe that this would come out of her mouth.

Mrs. an raised her eyes and looked at him sternly, “what’s the matter? Who let you be your brother? Our family owes Qingqing so much. What’s wrong with you?”

An Zirui can’t express his suffering, so he has to bear it honestly.

He nodded, shook his head helplessly and said, “Alas, who wants my brother to spoil my sister? I’m willing and willing. Don’t worry, sister.”

Zhao Qiqing smiled at him and said, “brother, I want to make fresh orange juice with you.”

An Zirui: ”

It’s really what you tell me.

Seeing that an Zirui didn’t move, one meter around could hear an Fu’s full voice: “just now your sister said she was going to drink orange juice, don’t you go quickly?”

An Zirui squinted, “well, I’ll go right away.”

“Pour us a drink, too, and contact the photographer. Why haven’t you arrived yet?”

Their plan today is to take a family photo and enter the family tree.

Now the genealogists have been sent away, and the people who took the family photo have not come yet.

Zhao Qiqing leaned on the pillow and felt very comfortable.

She put her head on the cushion of the sofa. “Oh, I’m waiting for childbirth day by day. I’m bored to death.”

Mrs. an glanced at the TV. “Do you want to watch some TV dramas with mom?”

Zhao Qiqing looked at Mrs. an with her head tilted and asked, “OK, I also want to apply for fruit.”

An Fu patted with his big hand and shouted on his side, “Zi Rui, cut another plate of fruit for your sister.”

After a while, a sullen voice came from the kitchen: “OK.”

It’s rare to find such a lively voice in her home. Mrs. an cried with joy and couldn’t help falling golden beans.

Ann’s father immediately became nervous when he saw his heart and said, “Why are you crying? I don’t want to watch TV dramas. I’ll choose for you.”

With that, Ann’s father started to find out the TV series for Mrs. Ann himself, and carefully remembered which episode she saw.

Looking at an’s father who takes care of Mrs. an in such a meticulous way, Zhao Qiqing is full of joy.

As long as the relationship between mom and dad is good, she will be satisfied.

“Mom, will you come and sit next to me?” Zhao Qiqing took the initiative to invite her. Speaking of her lack of father’s and mother’s love since she was a child, when she took the initiative to say this, there were some things that were not very interesting.

Of course, Mrs. an would like to get up and sit next to her, holding Zhao Qiqing’s hand. “Alas, my mother hasn’t done anything with you for so many years. In the future, don’t invite a nanny for your child, I’ll take it myself.”

“Can you?” Anfu can’t believe it.

“What’s the matter? I’ll discuss with ah Shen and let you all move in. Our family is bigger than Fu residence and can live with a large number of people.”

Mrs. an arranged this way, and her father was persuaded to think this method was good more and more.

He also echoed, “yes, Qingqing, why don’t you discuss with ah Shen and settle down when you are born?”

Recently, the relationship with Mrs. an has become better and better. Zhao Qiqing felt that she was a little attached to Mrs. an, so she nodded.

“When I get home in the evening, I’ll discuss it with him.”

“OK, if you want to come back, we will come back with you and take care of my unborn nephew.”

Zhao Qiqing touched her round belly, smiled and said, “OK, uncle baby, please take care of it in the future!”

An Zirui took the fruit and orange juice in front of the crowd and divided them.

“Why don’t you drink?” Mrs. an didn’t have a girl either. She forgot her son and said with concern.

An Zirui shook his mobile phone, “I won’t drink first. Tongtong is over. I’ll pick her up now.”

Mrs. an nodded, “well, you go early and return early.”

“I know.” Before leaving, an Zirui gently rubbed Zhao Qiqing’s soft hair top.

Zhao Qiqing watched the TV series with Mrs. an for a while. The more she watched, the more wonderful it became. She didn’t even hear Fu xishen’s phone call.

Meanwhile, Fu xishen was busy tidying up the things in the old house with his grandmother.

“How’s it going? Did Qingqing get through?”

Grandma looked up at Fu xishen and held a woven scarf in her hand. “This scarf is still Qingqing filial piety. It’s secretly woven for me.”

Her eyes were a little wet. Looking at the scarf in her hand, she couldn’t speak for a moment, and her voice choked.

Fu xishen put down his mobile phone, shook his head, walked forward and patted his grandmother on the back. “Grandma, don’t be too sad. Everything has passed. Now life is better. With us, you can enjoy the moment.”

“Yes, if Qingqing hadn’t met a good and considerate person like you, how could we live our present life?”

Grandma shook her head with emotion.

Fu xishen was amused by his grandmother’s grandiose eccentricity and pointed to the distance. “Grandma, you forget that Qingqing has a big company.”

Grandma shook her head, stunned for a moment and then reacted, “I really forgot if you didn’t remind me. She hasn’t worked for nearly a year?”

Fu xishen nodded, “yes.”

“I don’t know what you’re going to do after Qingqing gives birth to a child? Who will take the child? Will Qingqing be a full-time wife or go back to work?”

Grandma asked a series of questions, but Fu xishen couldn’t finish answering them.

“Don’t worry, grandma. We’ve almost decided on this. When the baby is finished, the nanny will come and take good care of us.”

The grandmother nodded. “The nanny said years later is unreliable. She was fired. We should think about it this time.”

“Don’t worry, grandma,” Fu Xi replied carefully after listening to Zun’s instructions. “I won’t be so stupid this time.”

“OK,” grandma stopped nagging, and the young man would feel upset. “Why don’t you call Qingqing again and see how she is?”

Fu xishen looked at his grandmother gently and considerately, and said, “OK.”

After a while, Fu xishen called an Zirui directly. Only then did he know that Zhao Qiqing and Mrs. an were watching TV, so he was relieved to say no more.

“Why? Is there something urgent?” An Zirui asked at the other end of the phone.

“We went back late today. You can see her sent home at night.”