President Fu's new wife

Chapter 504: Cunning (4)
Although some people said that Fu Zhi was too ruthless and ruthless, although she couldn't do this kind of ruthlessness, she had no objection.

"Alright, how about staying with the siblings tonight?"

He Yue gently touched the shoulders of her grandchildren, cherishing them very much.

"it is good!"

Xiao Xing immediately agreed.

He Yue was a little surprised, but Xiao Xing said lightly: "They also miss grandma very much."

He Yue lowered her head and said nothing, Xiao Xing left by herself.

The two siblings were playing inside and didn't care that their mother was leaving. He Yue sent her to the door: "Thank you."

Xiao Xing was also a little embarrassed, but nodded: "There is no need to talk about this between us, I am leaving!"

He Yue looked at the back of Xiaoxing's leaving, and when he looked at the blue sky, he felt as if he saw the blue sky and white clouds again.

These days, although living in such a big house, it feels like there is no sky.

She had never encountered true darkness.

Fu Rou went downstairs again after watching Xiao Xing leave: "Do you know how wide your daughter-in-law's heart really is?"

He Yue glared at her, walked over and sat down on the sofa, and the two little guys put fruit in her mouth, very considerate.

Fu Rou couldn't help sticking out her tongue out of jealousy: "These two little cuties only know how to make out with grandma, what about aunt's?"

Xiao Zhi looked back at her indifferently, and then generously took a piece and put it in her mouth.

Fu Rou giggled, looking at Xiao Xiaoxing nestled in grandma's arms: "Grandma, grandma, kiss."

He Yue just played with Xiao Xiaoxing, and Fu Rou just watched quietly: "I hope our family can be like before in the future."

He Yue didn't dare to think too much.

Xiao Xing has a lenient heart, and she knows best whether her husband is lenient.

So she just said: "She and Xiao Zhi must have discussed the list of guests, there is nothing wrong with it."

Fu Rou hesitated for a moment, but then realized: "Then Xiaoxing did it on purpose—Mom, don't wrong her again, okay? She seems to have been wronged by you a lot when she married into our family."

He Yue glanced at her daughter: "You think I'm willing to fight against her all the time like a lunatic?"

She never felt sorry for herself, but the current problem made her nerves tense, or in other words, she didn't know what to do next.

In case something happens one day...

"Mom, no one else should know about this matter, right?" Fu Rou was still depressed, worried that someone would use that matter to embarrass her mother again.

However, He Yue didn't speak any more, just looked at her grandchildren, Xiao Xing's temper was obviously very strong, and she was not a temper that could be wronged, but from miscarriage to being kidnapped.

She has a steelyard in her heart, knowing that she can never let her down again.

Especially Xiao Xing brought a child here today, and she already understood her intentions very well. If such a daughter-in-law, she is still obsessed with it.

Thinking about it, even if someone threatens her again in the future, she will not be able to confront Xiao Xing against her conscience.

Considering my age, and now I'm worried all day long, it might as well be done once and for all.

Anyway, paper can't hold the fire, so it's better to just wait for the bad luck to come.

On the contrary, after these two months, I calmed down a lot.

Xiaoxing stopped suddenly when she was passing by the flower shop on her way home. He would send her flowers, wouldn't she?
So I got out of the car and walked into the flower shop.

The flower shop here was originally opened by Ling Yue, but now that it has been taken down by others and renovated, it has a petty bourgeois atmosphere. She couldn't help smiling, and the salesperson immediately stepped forward when she heard the voice: "Welcome."

"Are there any more roses?" She asked calmly, and was pleasantly surprised to see that the flowers inside were well maintained.

"Yes, over here."

Xiao Xing followed the salesperson to the bouquets of competing roses and stopped, and couldn't help laughing: "It's still so beautiful in the afternoon, which shows how hard it is working. Eleven roses, the packaging should be simple, but It can’t be rough, it must set off the posture of the rose.”

The boss just came back, and couldn't help but smile when he heard such a request: "It's the first time someone has come to make such a request, which sets off the rose's posture."

Xiao Xing turned around and saw a beautiful mature woman in her 30s.

"Hello, I'm Cong Li, the boss here!"

Xiao Xing naturally smiled calmly: "Hello, Zhuo Xing."

When the woman heard the name, her eyes glared for a moment, and then she smiled and said: "I have admired your name for a long time."

He didn't ask too many questions, it was very decent: "I'll pack it for you personally, I wonder what important person you are giving it to?"

"Is my husband an important person?" Xiao Xing looked at her neat movements and asked softly.

"Of course it's the most important person," she replied immediately.

The two women said a few more words of politeness. She went out and returned to the car, looked at the delicate rose in her arms, and imagined what Boss Fu would see tonight. Looking at his pair of peach blossom eyes.

The corners of her lips couldn't help pulling out a beautiful arc, and she was on the road to happiness.

When Fu Zhi came home, she had already prepared dinner. In fact, she really wanted to prepare a candlelight dinner, but she felt that today was not the time.

So although I prepared red wine for him, I didn't prepare it for myself, because I didn't prepare medicine for hangover.

The car stopped at the door of the house, and Sister Zhang told her that he was back, so she ran into the living room to hold flowers and ran out.

He closed the car door and walked back. There was not much warmth on the sharp-edged outline. When she reached the door, she suddenly stood up, and she was so pious and serious.

"What's wrong?" asked curiously.

"For you!" She suddenly took out the bouquet of roses that she had asked for too much from her back.

A pair of apricot eyes, however, stared closely at the expression on her husband's face, especially for the thousands of changes that flashed in his deep eyes, very satisfied with the effect.

Thousands of thoughts finally condensed into a controversial smile: "For me?"

"It's you who gave me flowers, but I didn't send you. How unfair, do you like it?" She anxiously asked the last sentence.

He walked in with flowers in one hand and gently hugged her in the other: "Of course I like it, this is the first time a woman who likes me gave me flowers."

"No one sent it before?" She looked at him in surprise.

He looked around in the living room, and there was no one there, so he turned to look at her: "Which woman is as generous and brave as my wife, willing to give roses to men."

"Is this also related to face?" She frowned slightly, still not sure.

But he hugged her lightly: "You cook again tonight?"

(End of this chapter)