How did Qin An'an know that Fu Shiting wanted to ask them about it.

She only knew that she was on the phone and told him clearly, she said that she couldn't see, but Fu Shiting didn't respond.

- He never responded.

Now he pretended not to know, and went to ask their mutual friend, not knowing what he was thinking.

But none of that matters anymore.

Her eyes are already healed.

So there is no need to investigate whether he even knew about it.

Besides, if he really cares about her illness, why doesn't he come and ask her directly?

Last time, because of Rila's deliberately low score, she pulled him out of the blacklist in order to call him.

If he called her now, she could see it.

But he never called her.

"Zunzhi, he and I have been divorced for almost half a year. Whether we misunderstood or not, everything has changed now. We can't go back." After thinking carefully, she said to He Zhunzhi, "Now your It's late, you should rest early!"

Although He Zhunzhi felt very sorry, after thinking about it carefully, he felt that what Qin Anan said was reasonable.

They have been divorced for so long, and now the coaxed Qin Anan has even sold the company. It is indeed difficult to reconcile.

In the first snow of this year, the daughter of Wei Zhen and Yin Yin was born.

This kid looks very much like Wei Zhen.

Wei's father and Wei's mother were very excited because the child was born safely.

They all knew that this would be Wei Zhen and Yinyin's only child and their only granddaughter.

"Yinyin, give your child a name!" Wei Zhen said.

Yin Yin said with embarrassment: "It's up to you to choose! I'm afraid the name I gave her would not sound good."

"As long as it's your name, it sounds nice." Wei Zhen encouraged, "You don't have to rush to get your child's birth certificate today, you can think about it."

"Yeah, Yin Yin, it's up to you to name the child! This is the child you've worked so hard to conceive, and you should name the child." Father Wei thought of Yin Yin's insistence and insisted on keeping this Child, suffered a lot of grievances.

Yin Yin blushed slightly: "Wei Xiaoxiao, how are you?"

She thought the word 'little' was very cute.

Wei's father and Wei's mother couldn't react in time, and Wei Zhen immediately said: "It sounds so nice. Then call Wei Xiaoxiao!"

"Hahaha! The name Yinyin chose is really good!" Father Wei praised, "The girl's name is Xiaoxiao, it's really good. Xiaoxiaoxiao, the more you call it, the more smooth it is."

"We have to thank Qin An'an for the smooth birth of Xiaoxiao. If Anan hadn't come up with this good solution, maybe Xiaoxiao would have been destroyed long ago." Wei's mother sighed.

"Wei Zhen, you called An An and said that she was a year old and hoped she would come back." Father Wei said to his son, "After her divorce, it seems that she never came back? If she doesn't want to come back, don't either. forcing people."

"Well. I'm going to call her now." Wei Zhen said, walking to the balcony.

He found Qin An'an's number and dialed it.

At this time, it was daytime in country B, and Qin Anan quickly answered the phone.

Qin Anan was very happy to hear that their child was born smoothly, "Let's play a video! I want to see your child."

"The child is taken to care." Wei Zhen replied, "An An, about this month, we will hold a birthday banquet for the child. Can you come back then?"

Qin Anan hesitated for a while.

"If you don't want to come back, then you don't have to come back. When the child is brought back, I'll show you the video." Wei Zhen is always like this, and will never force her to do things she doesn't want to do.

"Brother Wei, I told you that I plan to study for a Ph.D. I submitted the application materials a few days ago, and I received a reply today. The tutor I applied for agreed with me to study for a Ph.D." Qin Anan explained the reason.

"Congratulations, An An! It's good to have a job that you want to do."

"Well. It's just a pity that I can't go see your children in person." Qin Anan said regretfully, "Have you given your children a good name?" JrNovels.com