Bigshot Mr. Fu’s Wife is Sweet and Wild

This time, Fu Ge was fighting against his own mother.

The two had the same idea, but Fu Qi thought a little deeper.

"In terms of blood relationship, that Zhu Zhongjun is Xixi's biological mother after all. No matter how many mistakes this biological mother has, no matter how many bad ones, but now that she is dead, if she doesn't even go to the funeral, those people will probably be there. Play some tricks on public opinion."

When Mrs. Fu heard this, she was furious, "How dare they? If they do this, let's see how I will tear them apart."

Is it true that the Fu family is a vegetarian?

Fu Ge didn't take it seriously, "There's no need to worry about this matter, don't forget, Xixi is pregnant now, no one can say anything about them, don't worry, I will take care of this matter, and I won't let you any signs of it appearing."

Even if there is, he will nip the sign of it at the first time.

Fu Qi saw that his son had already made up his mind, so he didn't say any more. Originally, he planned to let his son go there, which was morally acceptable.

"Then you can figure it out yourself."

Mrs. Fu was still a little unhappy in her heart. These people have nothing to do with her, and she even sent a message to Xixi.

I don't know if Xixi's mood has been affected...

When Qin Jianxi came downstairs after taking a shower, she received her mother-in-law's cautious eyes.

Can't help but feel a little strange, what happened when she was not around? Why did her mother-in-law look at her with such eyes?

However, before she could ask, Fu Ge, who was sitting, got up and walked to her side, "Why don't you blow dry your hair? Let's go upstairs, and I'll blow dry your wet hair again."

When he said this, Madam Fu's eyes fell on Qin Jianxi's hair, she saw that it was really wet, and said quickly: "Xi Xi, hurry up and dry your hair, it's wet... What if you get sick?"

Qin Jianxi wanted to say that she was fine, that she was in good health, but she didn't say that, and Fu Ge dragged her back upstairs.

After Fu Ge took Qin Jianxi back to the room, he sat him down on the bed: "You sit here, I'll get the hair dryer."

Qin Jianxi really wanted to say that there was no need, but she changed the words as soon as she reached her mouth, "The hair dryer was just placed over there in the bathroom."

Fu Ge lifted his foot and walked towards the bathroom.

When he came out, he was holding a hair dryer in his hand.

After plugging in the electricity, Fu Ge picked up Qin Jianxi's hair and blew it.

For a while, the only sound in the room was the sound of a hair dryer...

About three minutes later, Fu Ge put away the hair dryer.

"Okay, if you wash your hair again in the future, you must dry it. Don't tell me that you are in good health. You are also a mortal body, and you eat whole grains. If you don't pay attention to this , those who should be sick will still be sick.”

Qin Jianxi looked up at him, and couldn't help but smiled at him, "Okay, listen to you!"

If she doesn't go along with it, it is estimated that this master can talk about it for a long time, why don't you just blow your hair? This is a big deal, just add another three to five minutes in the future.

The corner of Fu Ge's mouth turned upwards, "Come on, go downstairs to eat, my baby princess must be hungry too."

Doting eyes fell on Qin Jianxi's stomach.

Qin Jianxi couldn't help but rolled his eyes when he heard that, this guy came again.

The two went downstairs holding hands.

But it was still early for dinner at this point, Qin Jianxi sat next to Mrs. Fu, chatted with her for a while, and then the family went to eat...

*

Zhu Zhongjun's funeral was held three days later, and Qin Jianxi did not go.

Originally, she thought that the Augustus family would do something, after all, they sent her a message.

But what made her feel a little strange was that there was no movement until half a month after the funeral.

She felt that this was a bit unusual, so she asked Fu Ge one night, "Did you do something to the Augustus family?"

Fu Ge just lay down, and his body was still a little cold after taking a bath. He didn't hug Qin Jianxi, he was afraid that the cold air on his body would pass to her.

Now when I heard her question, I looked over it.

He didn't deny it either, "Yes, when they were about to make a move, I gave them a small warning, and that's it, well, don't pay attention to them anymore, anything about those people will have nothing to do with you in the future. "

Qin Jianxi nodded, "Yes."

Originally, she didn't want to get involved with those people.

After talking about the topic, Fu Ge's body has long since warmed up. He hugged him into his arms, "Honey, it's time to go to bed."

Qin Jianxi is used to going to bed early now, and as she gets older, her lower abdomen begins to bulge slowly, making her feel a little pregnant.

The body structure has also changed a little, and the lethargy is a little bit more than the beginning.

Not long after the light was turned off, she fell into a deep sleep.

In the dark, Fu Ge felt that her breathing was gradually calming down, and knew that she was asleep, so he kissed her on the forehead, "Good night, wife."

*

Qin Jianxi's treatment of Yang Xingchun was very smooth. When he was just 30 days old, Mrs. Yang was the first to notice that her son's fingers were moving.

At that time, she thought she was wrong.

When she took a closer look and saw her son's finger moved again, she yelled in surprise, "Qin, Miss Qin, my Xingchun's finger moved."

Qin Jianxi's reaction was mediocre, after all, she knew it well, "Yes."

But after hearing what his wife said, Mr. Yang hurried over to take a look.

When he saw that his son's fingers were indeed moving, he was beyond shocked, "Moving, moving, my God, my Xingchun's fingers are moving..."

The excitement made him burst into tears.

A month ago, those experts brought him bad news, saying that his son would not live for half a month. When he told them to prepare their hearts, he felt that his sky was about to collapse.

Now, not only is the son not dead, but he is really getting better every day.

Today, the finger actually moved.

He wiped away his old tears, then turned to look at Qin Jianxi, "Miss Qin, my son moved his fingers, is he conscious now?"

Qin Jianxi looked at his red eyes, and understood the feelings of the two of them at the moment, "Yes, he has been a little conscious these days, so if you are here with me, you can talk to him. He talks a lot."

Mrs. Yang hooked her son's hand, and finally felt that her son was still alive and would really get better.

When he heard Qin Jianxi's words, he turned his head and said with a little more eagerness in his tone, "Miss Qin, is my son getting sober soon?"

When she asked this question, Mr. Yang also stared at Qin Jianxi closely. It could be seen that he was also very nervous.