Ba Ai Mou Qing

Feng Jincheng thought he was ridiculous. His wife and his wife said goodbye to other men in laughter, but he could only hide and watch in the dark corner, which was not the result he wanted.

The reason why he agreed to divorce at the beginning was not really to give up his wife and children, because he knew that if he was tough again, his wife's determination to break the boat would make him deal with this matter unconsciously and cautiously. After all, he has to take care of his daughter-in-law and the children in his stomach, and they need time to relax.

Feng Jincheng thought clearly when he was in the hospital. What his wife said at that time must have been angry. If there was anything between her and Xiao Boya, she would not wait until now.

Even though Feng Jincheng poured a pot of vinegar in his heart, he had to admit that Xiao Boya was quite interesting to his daughter-in-law. He knew intellectually that his daughter-in-law would not take his son to marry Xiao Boya, but he still had 100 claws. Feeling anxious, especially when receiving a call from Zuo Hong, Feng Jincheng couldn't even hold the most important meeting of the company, and gave it directly to the vice president, ran out, and flinched for a long time in the corner downstairs in the community. It was almost four o'clock with his eyes narrowed, and he saw Xiao Boya's car come in.

He watched Xiao Boya reluctantly bid farewell to his wife and children, and from the standpoint of perspective, everyone would think that they were a pair of lovers, in the eyes of Feng Jincheng, glare and heart.

Feng Qing turned upstairs and Feng Jincheng followed. The elevator door was hurriedly blocked by Feng Jincheng before he closed the door. He was not surprised when he saw him. The man recently behaved abnormally and his marriage was divorced. After that, he still used the name of seeing his son.

Wu Qing sometimes wondered, how could he be sure that he must be a boy, with a son crying in his mouth, the mode of getting along with each other today is a bit weird. Wu Qing soon discovered that if Feng Jincheng made up his mind Cheeky, she had nothing to do.

Feng Jincheng got into the elevator and was lucky for a while. He watched the lights on the elevator keep blinking until he heard the sound on the floor. When Qing Qing lifted his feet and was about to step out, Feng Jincheng was pinched by it. On the wrist, he turned to block the elevator door directly, leaned forward, and approached Qing Qing. He was very close, but it was not appropriate for him to be close, but behind him was the hard and smooth metal wall, and she couldn't possibly retreat.

Feng Jincheng bowed his head slightly, and his domineering breath was very familiar: "How dangerous it is for pregnant women to run around, I think you should know! Not to mention dating, I hope, at least while pregnant with my son, check some."

Feng Jincheng's voice was trying to suppress anger, so it sounded a little low and dark, but Qing Qing couldn't help laughing, quite ironically: "Feng Jincheng, let me remind you, we have been divorced, divorced What does it mean? I do n’t need to explain it to you any more! I ’m going to talk about going out on a date, even if I go to bed with another man, and you do n’t care? As for your son, his surname, or maybe another surname in the future, but forever No surname. "

After Wu Qing said, he pushed him away, went out, opened the door, entered the house, and threw the door with a bang. Feng Jinchengqi buzzed in his head. He never knew his daughter-in-law before. He could anger him by just talking, as if he knew where he was at fault. He spit out words, and a word followed a knife. In the same way, the knife is in the middle, and his blood vessels will burst, so he dare not take her.

Feng Jincheng suddenly felt that perhaps the wife and wife he married was the one who was really intractable. After he had made up his mind, he would not eat hard and hard.

Feng Jincheng was angry for a long time, looked up at the tight door that could not be seen far away, calmed his mood a bit, walked over, took out the key to open the door, and entered the room.

Tong Qing was sitting on the sofa in the living room with her cross-stitch embroidered. She was very careful to embroider the stitches one by one. When she heard the door rang, she didn't mean to look up. She was accustomed to Feng Jincheng's uninvited visit.

Wu Qing embroidered a birthday character, looked up and found that Feng Jincheng looked straight at her, his eyes flickered for a moment. He looked a little creepy, and looked at the antique clock in the corner. It was already half past five, and she stood When I got up, I stood a little fiercely, and felt that my head was buzzing, there was some blackness in front of her eyes, and she shook, surrounded by a pair of solid and familiar arms, and then stood still. She closed her eyes and waited for a while before coming back.

I slowly realized that he was in the arms of Feng Jincheng in an extremely ambiguous posture. He lowered his head and frowned at her: "Why hypoglycemia? Didn't the symptoms decrease a few days ago?"

Tong Qing broke away from him: "Low blood sugar is always better than diabetes. The doctor said it was a normal pregnancy reaction, no need to make a fuss." While talking, walking towards the kitchen, Feng Jincheng followed her step by step, if it fell into the eyes of outsiders Here, the dignified Feng Shao really has a little suspicion of his followers.

Tong Qing took the pot from the cabinet above and placed it on the stove, opened the refrigerator, and just squatted down, took the cooked chicken soup below, and was dragged by Feng Jincheng: "What? I'll come." "I'm hungry for the chicken soup in the bottom grid. I want to order noodles."

Feng Jincheng frowned again: "You're going to use this to deal with my son, Dad, why isn't Dad today?" Tong Qing looked at him and said for a long time: "Feng Jincheng, I'm real Divorce it! "Feng Jincheng's body was inconceivable." What do you want to say? "

Tong Qing nodded: "I want to say that it is my dad. Your intimacy is so easy to cause others to misunderstand ..." "Misunderstanding?" Feng Jincheng's eyes froze slightly, and all the internal organs were immersed in acid water. : "Who would misunderstand? Xiao Boya? Yun Qing, you are too old to love for everything, I think, you should have the minimum self-knowledge, Xiao Boya is good, but the Xiao family is by no means an ordinary family, even if you The two Erlangs are affectionate and promise each other for life. Does the Xiao family accept you as a divorced woman with a child, and the outcome is conceivable, you do n’t think that the current behavior is futile and ridiculous. ?"

Feng Jincheng's large words, it sounded like a kind of persuasion, that bitter heart, no one would doubt that he had any crooked heart. You can understand what Qing Qing knows about him. This man will never be so good. Moreover, Qi Qing has gradually learned how to deal with Feng Jincheng, and in the process of dealing with Feng Jincheng, he finds a hint of pleasure close to revenge.

Tong Qing blinked and spit out a few words: "This is my business, what does it have to do with you?" Feng Jincheng was anxious to vomit blood for three liters.

Feng Jincheng vomited in his stomach several times before he calmed down his emotions. He found that if he continued to do so, he might be suffocated by his wife.

After learning that his father-in-law went out to eat with his old comrade-in-arms, Feng Jincheng used the excuse of not being able to poison Yun Qing's culinary skills to personally manipulate his son.

After eating, Feng Jincheng packed up the chopsticks. When he came out of the kitchen, he put a stack of cut apples in front of Yun Qing, sitting on his side, watching TV with Yun Qing. No.

Neither of them spoke. Only the sound from the TV came out intermittently. Under the warm light, an extraordinarily peaceful and harmonious atmosphere was created. Such an atmosphere is extremely rare in their marriage, but now it seems to be at hand ... ...

Tong Qing leaned slightly to the side, Yu Guang couldn't help falling on Feng Jincheng. Obviously, he came here in a hurry today and didn't even have time to change his suit. Feng Jincheng outside the company usually wears casual clothes and prefers light beige. Department, this color system is very picky, especially for men, but Feng Jincheng can wear light colors to a more elegant style, which is amazing.

However, most of his formal wear is gray or black, with a suitable tie, looks well-dressed. Today he is a silver-gray suit, the jacket is off, the tie is not there, the black shirt has a loose neckline, and the crystal buckle on it Blinking in the light.

He sits on the sofa with a very relaxed attitude, staring at the TV, Jun Xiu's eyebrows wrinkle from time to time, showing that he is very dismissive of TV shows, but not directly criticizing or turning off the TV as in the past.

Wu Qing never thought that a person's personality would fundamentally change, but Feng Jincheng really changed after the divorce, and she almost didn't know the man, she changed, although she was still not gentle, but she learned Respect and considerate ...

"Let's go to the country villa for two days on the weekend! Xiaoxue told me that I missed my mother yesterday." Feng Jincheng seemed to say something quite casually, and the absent-mindedness was suddenly replaced by a soft sourness, OK Half a moment nodded slightly.

There was a flash of light in Feng Jincheng's eyes, and it was funny to find that at that moment, he was a little nervous. Fortunately, his daughter-in-law was still soft, he couldn't let the child down, and used his daughter as an excuse. Solve the fundamental problems between them.

Feng Jincheng sighed in his heart, his eyes quietly fell on his daughter-in-law, because of the relationship between pregnancy, there was obviously a little plump, the bright little face was hidden in the light, as if there was a faint maternal radiance, beautiful and lively .

His hands couldn't help itching. I really wanted to hold her in my arms, kiss and touch, but ... Feng Jincheng shook his fist and let it go slowly. He couldn't help laughing secretly. Abuse cannot live, but Xiao Boya ...

Feng Jincheng's face was overcast, and he was as uncomfortable as the sand in his eyes. When he was at the entrance of the banquet hall, Xiao Boya gently supported his wife's small waist. The moment he walked in, Feng Jincheng suddenly found out where Xiao Boya was a grain of sand, it was just a thorn stuck in his heart, even though he didn't move, it hurt his heart.