It was just that she had some complaints about her husband being too busy and not taking care of the family. Now that she had received an apology and the memory of the two of them being close when they were small, Qingqing forgave Fu Heng. He
was so straightforward that it was unbelievable.
Seeing Fu Heng half-raised his head and staring at her blankly, his cold face inexplicably showed a sense of cuteness, which amused Qingqing.
She stretched out her arms to wrap around Fu Heng's neck, pulled his head down, and gave him a loud kiss.
"Well, are you back to your senses? If not, I'll continue."
Suddenly she felt that her husband was silly and easy to tease.
"Naughty." He whispered dotingly.
Fu Heng held Qingqing's slender waist with his big hand to prevent her from falling. The two were very close to each other, and the ambiguous atmosphere gradually spread.
"It's been several months since I gave birth to our son. No, our son has grown up and got married. My body should have recovered... ahem... almost."
Qingqing's face was flushed, and she had no idea what she was talking about.
Well, she was just asking for a reasonable married life. They have been married for two years...
no, more than 20 years. The old couple should have some tacit understanding with each other.
Even if Fu Heng didn't understand the hint at first, seeing her uncomfortable and shy look, he had an idea.
The main reason was that his mentality was still lingering on the fact that his wife was still young, and he didn't realize this.
As for now, his young wife couldn't help but hint to this extent.
How can you not eat the meat that is right in your mouth?
With a push of his strong arms, he lifted Qingqing up by the waist and carried her upstairs in a princess-like manner.
"I have some questions, and I want to go back to your room to talk."
Being so close, Qingqing could clearly feel the vibration of the man's chest when he spoke. Her face turned even redder, and she felt as if she was in a daze, floating in the air.
Qingqing climbed up from the bed with a sore body, her hair disheveled, and a visibly sleepy look on her face.
A pair of strong arms wrapped around her slender waist from behind, leaning against her, as if trying to keep her.
"Stop it, I have to go out for something." She
patted the big hand on her waist like she was soothing a puppy, and only walked towards the bathroom when the other party let go as if in compromise.
Half an hour later, Qingqing was sitting in front of the dressing table putting on makeup in a refreshing manner, while Fu Heng was already dressed in a suit and tie, ready to go out.
He needed to meet an important guest today, and leaving early was a necessary etiquette.
Putting down the last stroke of red lipstick, completing the entire makeup, Qingqing! Qing smiled at herself in the mirror, perfect.
Noticing her husband standing in front of the dressing mirror tying his tie, she picked up a small object from the dressing table and walked in with light steps.
The slender hands gently passed across Fu Heng's chest, bringing out some charm, making the man's Adam's apple move slightly.
Looking up, her red lips raised a charming arc, and as her eyes moved, Fu Heng felt his throat tighten slightly.
Before he could make any move, Qingqing had already stepped back and looked at him with satisfaction: "Well, it really looks much better with some decorations."
His eyes touched the huge dressing mirror, looking at the sapphire tie clip on the tall man's pure black tie inside, Fu Heng also knew what his wife was doing just now.
This little naughty ghost.
A sexy low laugh overflowed from his throat, and the silky baritone entered the eardrum, making Qingqing's ears slightly itchy, and her heartbeat could not help but speed up a little.
She rubbed her ears unconsciously, and suddenly felt that Fu Heng did it on purpose.
To avenge her previous "naughty" behavior.
"Go and get busy. I'll finish my work in the morning and come to your company to find you in the afternoon. Don't let me see any little goblins hanging around you."
Qingqing, who felt that she was not up to the task, pushed Fu Heng out shyly and added a threat at the end.
Humph, if it weren't for this blue-faced troublemaker who attracts bees and butterflies, how could she receive threat express delivery every day.
They were all some messy and ambiguous photos, but the traces of the pictures were so obvious that she couldn't bear to look at them directly.
Believe it or not, it's true that she was unhappy.
These days, Qingqing was angry that Fu Heng only cared about work and didn't know how to comfort her.
Knowing that her memory has been recovering recently and that she is often confused by new memories, he still doesn't know how to care about her, causing her to have another outburst. This guy realized that women, no matter how old they are, like to be coaxed by sweet words.
After seeing Fu Heng off, Qingqing changed into a simple casual outfit and went out.
She was not going to any formal occasion, so it was not so important to dress well.
Arriving at the destination on time, standing in front of the unfamiliar private restaurant, Qingqing's eyes were a little complicated.
But it was only a moment, and the next moment, she sorted out her mood and walked into this quaint private restaurant.
The lobby manager who had received the boss's instructions was guarding the door and personally led Qingqing in.
"Guest, please come this way."
The two of them came to the door of a private room in the inner courtyard one after the other. The manager stopped and politely stepped back a distance: "Our President Han is waiting for you inside." "Thank you." Qingqing raised her head to thank him, and then! She stretched out her hand to push open the half-closed wooden door.
Before she could see the scene inside clearly, a light and elegant fragrance came to her nose.
Qingqing looked up and saw an incense burner in the middle of the room, which was emitting wisps of green smoke. The fragrance in the room was the smell of the incense in the burner after being burned.
It smelled good, blending with the breath of ancient rhyme.
In this dynasty, there were mansions with carved beams and paintings, fine wines and delicacies that were full of color, fragrance, and naturally graceful beauties.
The beauty leaning against the short tower is wearing a light blue cheongsam. The perfect tailoring brings out her more perfect figure to the fullest,
if the beauty doesn't lie down on the soft cushion with a tired look of death.
"Did you stay up all night and dance all night?" Qingqing raised her eyebrows and opened her mouth to break the silence in the room.
As she finished speaking, she suddenly remembered the embarrassing status of the two of them and stopped talking.
As if she didn't notice that the atmosphere suddenly became quiet, Qingqing walked forward and sat on the other side of the short step. She reached out without noticing and picked up a piece of mung bean cake on the table and stuffed it into her mouth.
"I didn't eat anything in the morning, so I came here with an empty stomach to have a big meal with you, but you gave me these cold things?"
In fact, it wasn't cold. The pastries made by the master chef early in the morning were just out of the pot and were still hot, which was the best time to eat.
But Han Weilan also knew that Qingqing was picky about food. If she didn't drink some hot porridge in the morning, her delicate stomach would feel uncomfortable.
"The breakfast prepared for you is over here."
She got up and took Qingqing behind the screen, where there was an eight-person table with two bowls of seafood porridge and some side dishes on it.
They were all very simple dishes, but you could tell they were not simple when you put them in your mouth.
Qingqing didn't rush to talk to Han Weilan. She filled her hungry stomach first.
After her stomach was full and her intestines were warm, she couldn't help her chattering.
"You didn't have a good time outside last night, but you must have had a good time at home."
As she spoke, her sly eyes were still looking back and forth at the teardrop-shaped collar hole in the front of Han Weilan's cheongsam.
Han Weilan subconsciously lowered her head and immediately raised her hand to cover it, her pretty face flushed. It turned out that the teardrop edge that highlighted her collarbone and sexiness actually revealed a half red mark. !
I told that bastard not to leave marks on her, but he didn't respond and didn't listen. She was tortured so much every time that she was exhausted and couldn't stop him. After
being teased, her shy eyes inadvertently swept over Qingqing's body, and her sharp eyes discovered something.
We are all women who have experienced things, so there is nothing we don't understand.
Han Weilan immediately hit back: "You're still blaming me. I don't know who did it last night. On our little rich woman's fair and tender shoulders... Tsk tsk tsk..."
Qingqing lowered her head, and then it was her turn to blush.
She only knew how to put powder on her neck, but forgot to block her shoulders, and wore a shoulder-length dress. Is she afraid that others don't know what she did?
Now the two of them were tied, and they looked at each other. The tacit understanding of many years made them choose to skip this embarrassing topic.
Qingqing picked up some sugar frosted tofu with chopsticks and cut it into small pieces for easier eating. She asked, "Tell me, you've been hiding from me for so long, you have to give a reason, right?"
Qingqing raised her eyes, her gaze fell on Han Weilan like a substance, almost piercing her.
"Just for such a ridiculous reason?" She was almost amused.
"I thought our friendship for so many years would be stronger than a stinky man." Her tone was a little hurt.
Han Weilan didn't care that her own father was called a stinky man. She lowered her head, and the familiar feeling of guilt came to her heart. If she hadn't been rational, she might have chosen to escape again.
"That man is the provider of my other half of chromosomes after all. He almost killed you, and more than once. Can you really..."
"Stop!" Qingqing raised her hand to stop Han Weilan from speaking: "I also caused your father to go to prison twice, and this time he can't get out at all. Do you hate me? Even if you blame me a little bit?"
"No." Han Weilan shook her head honestly: "I wish he would die. He went to prison for what he deserved. I can only be happy. How could I hate you?"
If the men behind Qingqing hadn't acted so quickly, she might have been the one to take action.
"That's it." Qingqing spread her hands and said nonchalantly, "You don't hate me and I don't blame you. We are even. Why do we have to go to the point of never seeing each other again? Could it be..."
Qingqing narrowed her eyes dangerously, "You lied to me when you said you loved me?"
She looked like she was looking at a scumbag who abandoned her after having sex.
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