Reborn Sweet Wife: Quan Shao's favorite

Qiao Ruoqing didn't believe Huo Jingyuan, so she took a blank invitation card and handed it to him, "I'll watch you write."

"..." Huo Jingyuan had no choice but to write an invitation to Xia Ting in front of Qiao Ruoqing.

Not only that, Qiao Ruoqing also called Xia Ting and personally invited him to come to Huo Jingyuan's birthday party.

For this reason, Xia Ting was quite flattered, and asked half-jokingly: "Mr. Qiao, you called me about this matter, does Mr. Huo know?"

He and Huo Jingyuan had always been at odds. Although there was cooperation, they rarely met each other, and they would not deal with each other if they could.

Huo Jingyuan didn't want to see him, and he didn't want to see Huo Jingyuan either.

Life is short, why make yourself uncomfortable?
But it would be nice if we could go to Huo Jingyuan's birthday party to make trouble for him.

Qiao Ruoqing couldn't speak too directly, so she replied: "I know, he asked me to call you."

"Really?" Xia Ting laughed, very happy.

After hanging up the phone, Xia Ting returned to the sofa.

Xia Mingsheng wore presbyopic glasses and sat in a wheelchair watching "Water Margin".

Seeing Xia Ting came back, he closed the book and put it aside, took off his glasses and asked, "What did she say?"

Xia Ting put the phone back into his pocket, "Tell me that Huo Jingyuan's birthday is next month, let me go."

Helping Xia Mingsheng hold the blanket and cover his legs, Xia Ting raised his eyes and asked him: "Dad, you haven't been to Jiangcheng for a long time, right? Do you want to go?"

Xia Mingsheng pinched the bridge of his nose. Sunlight came in from the window and hit half of his body, but he looked a little tired.

"I won't go, you should prepare a birthday present for Huo Jingyuan."

Xia Ting never dared to take Xia Mingsheng's instructions lightly.

"I know, Dad, don't worry." Xia Ting responded softly.

This year is Huo Jingyuan's 30th birthday.

Xia Mingsheng's leg has been disabled for 31 years.

Huo Jingyuan had to make his life memorable.

……

Qiao Ruoqing also left an invitation for Uncle Wang, which she personally sent back.

It was drizzling that day, Xu Wen parked the car, held up an umbrella, and carefully helped Qiao Ruoqing out of the back seat.

At that time, Alan was standing in the yard, without an umbrella or a raincoat, just standing there in a servant's uniform, holding a kettle in his hand, watering the flowers.

"Alan." Qiao Ruoqing called her.

Hearing the sound, Alan seemed to be stunned for a moment. Turning around, his eyes widened when he saw Qiao Ruoqing.

Putting down the kettle, Alan almost ran up to Qiao Ruoqing. She stretched out her hand to help Qiao Ruoqing, but then thought that she had stood outside for too long and her body was cold, so she retracted her hand.

Qiao Ruoqing smiled and asked her, "It's raining today, why are you still watering the flowers?"

Alan didn't answer, but just gestured in sign language, saying that she didn't know that Qiao Ruoqing was coming, so she didn't make snacks in advance.

Qiao Ruoqing was supported by Xu Wen with one hand, and wanted to hold Lan with the other hand, but was avoided by Alan, she didn't mind, and explained: "I'm not here to get refreshments, I'm here to find Uncle Wang, Uncle Wang is here ?"

Alan nodded and ran ahead.

It was raining and the yard was full of mud. Alan ran ahead without changing his shoes, leaving dirty khaki footprints on the clean ground. Qiao Ruoqing didn't say anything, but just called another Maid, let her mop the floor.

Uncle Wang came out soon. He had only met him not long ago, but when he met today, Qiao Ruoqing felt that Uncle Wang seemed to be much older, and even had more gray hair than before.

"Miss, why did you come back today? You didn't tell me in advance." Looking outside, Uncle Wang said again, "It's so cold today, it's still raining, and you're still pregnant, so don't pay attention Son?"

What if something happens?
Qiao Ruoqing didn't mind, she shook her head with a smile, then took out the invitation from her bag, and handed it to Uncle Wang, "Uncle Wang, Jing Yuan's birthday will be in two weeks, when you must go."

Alan was standing behind the corner not far away, listening to Qiao Ruoqing's words.

Uncle Wang looked at the invitation card with bright red bronzing patterns in Qiao Ruoqing's hand, and he was stunned for a few seconds before he realized it, but he didn't answer it. He just asked, "Miss, I'm going... isn't it a bit inappropriate?"

He is getting older, his movements are not as agile as before, his waist is bent, his back is also lumpy, his gray hair is getting more and more day by day, and he looks very old.

"Uncle Wang, you are my natal family, you have to help me support the situation." Qiao Ruoqing said.

What she said was a bit of a joke, but more of it was sad.

Her parents are gone, and although she has an uncle, he is also abroad, and she has no other relatives.

Although Uncle Wang is only the housekeeper of the family, he has watched her grow up for so many years, and it is not an exaggeration to say that he is her natal family.

Hearing Qiao Ruoqing's words, Uncle Wang's cloudy eyes were a little red and wet, "Miss, you..."

"I've told you many times, you just need to call me by my name." Qiao Ruoqing interrupted her, "Otherwise, I'll always feel strange."

Uncle Wang wiped the corners of his eyes with trembling hands, obediently called Qiao Ruoqing's name, and asked about Qiao Ruoqing's recent situation.

When Jiang Shuyi was pregnant with Qiao Ruoqing, she always felt uncomfortable, so Uncle Wang was always worried.

Before leaving, Qiao Ruoqing looked around, but she didn't see Alan, so she said to Uncle Wang: "I saw Alan watering the flowers outside when I came here today, if she does this again in the future, please tell her, in case she gets sick again what to do?"

Uncle Wang also felt that Alan seemed a little strange recently. He did not know where to get a flower seed and planted it in the yard. Regardless of whether it was sunny or raining, he had to water it every day. Do not listen.

But in order not to worry Qiao Ruoqing, Uncle Wang didn't say these words, but just nodded, "Don't worry, I know what's going on."

……

Huoshi.

Meng Zizhao sat across from Huo Jingyuan, humming a little tune while flipping through the documents, very happy.

Ever since he got married, his whole body seemed to have fallen into spring water and rolled around, rippling very much.

Huo Jingyuan was upset when he heard that, he took a pen and threw it towards Meng Zizhao, "Shut up."

Meng Zizhao easily caught the pen, but he didn't mean to shut up at all, but this time he stopped humming and spoke instead: "Jing Yuan, I haven't seen you do it since I was 12 years old. At the birthday party, the coming-of-age ceremony was just a simple one, what happened this time? Sure enough, I am standing at thirty, and want to announce it to the world?"

Huo Jingyuan glared at him, but his tone was very casual, "My wife is pregnant, so everyone must know her."

Meng Zizhao snorted, "Your family is really enough. Although you and Qiao Ruoqing didn't have a wedding, if there is any banquet, you must take Qiao Ruoqing out and introduce her. Even if she is not present, you have to cue. Who else in Jiangcheng doesn't know that she is your wife? Is it necessary for you to do this?"

In Meng Zizhao's view, what Huo Jingyuan did was nothing more than taking off his pants and farting.

However, Huo Jingyuan didn't take it to heart.

The phone rang, and he picked it up to look at it. It was a message from Qiao Ruoqing, and it had no content, just an emoticon pack.

He also replied with an emoji. He was in a very good mood, so he chattered to Meng Zizhao, "She is my wife, what do other people know?"

Meng Zizhao was not convinced, "I also have a wife, and I'm not as showy as you."

Huo Jingyuan refuted him: "My wife is pregnant."

When speaking, he raised his eyebrows at Meng Zizhao.

That meaning can be said to be very obvious, showing off.

Mencius Zhao was furious, shut his mouth and did not speak.

Isn't it just pregnant?He will work harder when he goes back tonight, maybe Yao Shuangshuang will be able to conceive tonight, and then Huo Jingyuan will still be able to make fun of it?

After reading the document in his hand, there was no problem, Meng Zizhao signed it, and threw it in front of Huo Jingyuan, "Sign it."

Huo Jingyuan looked it over carefully and signed it.

Meng Zizhao was originally a loose-tempered person, but now that he finished his work, he became even more lazy. He slumped in the chair as if he had no bones, looked at Huo Jingyuan lazily and asked, "I heard that your wife cooperated with TL from Yangcheng Fund project? How's the progress?"

"Why are you asking this?" Huo Jingyuan asked while staring at the computer.

Qiao Ruoqing hired a special person to take charge of that project, and Huo Jingyuan was not worried, so she didn't ask too much and didn't ask too much.

I didn't expect Meng Zizhao to ask today, and I've never seen him pay so much attention to these things before.

"It's nothing, I'm just curious." Meng Zizhao turned his pen and glanced at Huo Jingyuan, "Don't you dislike Xia Ting? He doesn't seem like such a spineless person who would give favors to your wife." To please you?"

Although he had never dealt with Xia Ting before, he had met him once or twice when he was socializing, and he always felt that that person had a sinister face. Although he always had a smile on his face, the emotion in his eyes might not be easy for ordinary people to see through. .

Huo Jingyuan tapped his fingers on the keyboard to reply to the email, without taking his eyes off the computer screen at all, "He helps my wife make money, and I wish for it."

Moreover, Cheng Han checked Xia Ting twice and found nothing wrong, and the same was true for TL, so he was relieved.

It's just that seeing that person still makes me feel uncomfortable.

Hearing what Huo Jingyuan said, Meng Zizhao didn't say anything else. He got up and was about to go out when he saw the door of the office open.

Then, Qiao Ruoqing walked in from the outside.

"Hey, sister-in-law is here!" Meng Zizhao came to Qiao Ruoqing with a playful smile, his expression was very rough, "Why didn't you say hello in advance when you came to Chagang? How embarrassing would it be if the matter between me and Jing Yuan is not over yet? "

Huo Jingyuan, who was always calm about everything, grabbed a pen from the pen holder and threw it at Meng Zizhao, hitting Meng Zizhao on the back of the head.

Then, he yelled in a low voice: "Get out!"

Meng Zizhao was in pain from being hit, raised his hand and scratched the back of his head, and looked at Huo Jingyuan with a sad face, "Brother, why are you like this? You didn't treat me like this on the bed just now!"

Huo Jingyuan's face turned dark.