Doting Your Wife to Heaven: The Return of the Rich Family

He didn't believe in Guoye Shaojie's so-called apology at all. It's easy to change the situation, but hard to change the nature.

Except for Qingting, everyone in the Ye family is not a good person.

The 15-year-old Ye Shaojie is already angry, and he doesn't believe that Ye Shaojie will be better two years later.

That is stranger than the Arabian Nights.

Taking a step back, even if he really got better, why should the husband and wife forgive him?

People who have done wrong things have no right to ask others to forgive them.

Qingting complained in a low voice, "I don't know who is so annoying and insists on fighting against me?"

There's so much going on that it's overwhelming.She always felt that there was a black hand manipulating all this somewhere she couldn't see.

The power of this black hand is unimaginable.

Qi Rui frowned slightly, and he also found that something was wrong, but after further investigation, all the clues were broken, and there was no clue at all.

"There's no need to be angry, those shameless bastards are not worth mentioning at all."

He said a few words of comfort, and then changed his tone, "By the way, I'm going on a business trip for a few days, so don't miss me too much."

I've always wanted to say this to her, but I still can't say it. He seems to have become more affectionate, not at all like him in the past.

In the past, he came and went like the wind, and acted immediately wherever he wanted to go, but now, with concern in his heart, he felt reluctant to let go.

Qing Ting's body froze, subconsciously grabbing his arm, "What? Where are you going?"

Since they got married, he has never traveled far, and he has devoted himself to being with her. When she first heard that they were going to be separated for a few days, she suddenly felt uncomfortable and felt uncomfortable.

Don't want to let him go.

Qi Rui bowed his head and kissed her sweaty forehead, "Africa, let's talk about a major project."

He used to fly all over the world, run around, be at ease with the situation, do whatever he wants, and be free and easy.

But this time, before he left, he began to feel reluctant to let go, and the sorrow of parting love came to his heart.

Qingting pursed her lips and asked in a low voice, "Can't I not go?"

Qi Rui heard the reluctance in her words, felt sore in her heart, and wanted to nod in agreement, but... "No, it's the company's highlight this year, and I can't lose to that guy."

The corner of Qingting's mouth twitched, was that guy referring to Leng Zhongyu?

"When you talk about me, you are plausible, but when it's your turn, you can't think about it."

It turned out that this man's heart knot was so deep and heavy where she couldn't see it.

Qi Rui couldn't help but smiled wryly, "This is my inner demon, and I can't get rid of it for the rest of my life. I can't accompany you on the second anniversary of our acquaintance. Don't be angry with me. I'll bring you a gift."

He had made a decision, but he just told her that she had nothing to say, and turned his back and ignored him.

I hate it, I just leave, I don't care about her mood at all, no wonder I was so enthusiastic just now, it turns out that I want to leave for a few days, hum.

Qi Rui felt very guilty and said countless good things before coaxing her over.

"Hmph, I want a big diamond."

She didn't care about diamonds, as long as he came back quickly.

Qi Rui heaved a sigh of relief, this girl was sensible and sensible, which made him very comfortable.

"Okay, I'll listen to you. You should pay more attention to Mommy. Don't be impulsive in everything. I will deal with it when I come back."

"Got it, it's so wordy."

After a lingering night, Qingting was exhausted, her head was dizzy, and her eye circles were blue, but she still reluctantly got up and sent her husband to the airport. No matter how Qi Rui tried to persuade her, she insisted on seeing her.

At the international airport, people come and go, welcome and send off, the joy of reunion, the tears of parting, the joys and sorrows are constantly staged.