How disappointed would the daughter be if she knew that her good father was about to return to China and marry another woman!

And when Xiaohan knew about this, he would definitely hate him even more.

Is he really doing this for profit? But if not for profit, then for what?

He has already given the answer that he doesn't love Tang Qian.

Money is more important than their love and more important than their three children?

She couldn't understand Fu Shiting's choice.

Obviously he can make money himself, and he makes a lot of money. Her company has also been making money, how much money does he need to be satisfied?

Tears fell from the corners of his eyes, soaking the pillow.

There was no sound outside the door. She rolled over, looked at the ceiling, and wept silently.

Downstairs, after having breakfast, Fu Shiting took Ziqiu into his arms.

Ziqiu stared at his father's face with his big black eyes, not knowing what was going on in his little head.

Fu Shiting looked at his son with a smile on his face, but he was thinking: Dad has hugged you now, I don't know when I can hug you again next time.

"Sir, what time is your flight ticket? Let me pack your luggage first!" Mrs. Zhang said.

Fu Shiting thought of Qin An'an crying in the room, and immediately replied: "No. Just a few clothes, just put them here."

Sister-in-law Zhang smiled brighter: "Yes, the clothes are here, you can wear them next time you come."

Sister-in-law Zhang thought that the relationship between the two of them was so good that they were inseparable between you and me.

In the room, Qin Anan let himself cry for a while, then lifted the quilt and got out of bed.

Running away will never solve the problem.

Even without Fu Shiting, she still has three children. At any time, she cannot be knocked down by difficulties.

When she entered the bathroom to wash up, she looked at herself in the mirror, haggard and desperate, and suddenly realized that Fu Shiting was not just a man to her.

She has carved his name into her heart, weaving him into her fantasy of a better future.

Without him, her life would be bleak.

After a while, she trotted into the living room.

She saw Aunt Zhang and Aunt Hong cleaning their clothes, Ziqiu lying in the crib, Rila standing beside the crib, and Zushi playing.

If Fu Shiting is at home, he should be with the child.

"Where's Fu Shiting?" she asked worriedly.

"Mr. is gone. He's going back to China today. Didn't he tell you?" Mrs. Zhang looked puzzled, "He said you were sleeping and asked us not to disturb you, so I didn't call you."

Ho!

Don't you mean to leave tomorrow? Was he afraid that she would keep him, so he couldn't wait to escape!

The more she thought about it, the more unwilling she became!

She took the car keys and ran out immediately.

Aunt Zhang looked at her back and wondered, "Are An An's eyes swollen?"

Aunt Hong: "Yeah! I saw her eyes were red and swollen. I guess she was reluctant to leave her husband, so she secretly hid in the room and cried."

Aunt Zhang suddenly realized: "No wonder the gentleman told us not to disturb her!"

After Qin Anan drove out, the sky snowed more and more.

She hates the fluttering snow!

When I separated from Fu Shiting last time, it seemed to be snowing heavily.

But today the snow is obviously bigger than last time.

When the car drove to the city center, it encountered a heavy traffic jam due to the weather.

She looked at the blockage in front of her, and she was very anxious!

She just wanted to keep Fu Shiting behind! Does God want to fight against her too? JrNovels.com