Master Fu’s Prideful Wife

Milky white double-storey garden house, the first floor is used as living room and kitchen, and the second floor is the bedroom for the whole family.

The sunflowers planted on both sides of the house are in full bloom in the warmest season. Such sunny flowers can heal people's hearts.

In the kitchen on the first floor facing the sun, a woman in an apron is busy with dinner, and the sun always comes in through the kitchen window in the evening.

She was wearing a long dress with sunflower patterns on her body, and her hair was tied with a headband at the back of her head. She was elegant and intellectual.

The orange sun shines on her face, adding warmth.

When she turned around, there was a gentle smile on the woman's face, with a soft maternal radiance.

She looked at her son who was building blocks on the carpet in the living room, and called out softly.

"Yu Xiu, go to the door and see, are your brothers and sisters here?"

The little boy raised his head, and his delicate face was particularly eye-catching. He was wearing a neatly fitted suit, and the red bow tie was particularly suitable for the child's skin color, which made him look very cute.

Hearing this, his little face suddenly became wrinkled.

"Mom, can I not go?"

Hearing the words, the woman put down the plate in her hand, walked to her son and squatted down.

"Did Yu Xiu promise his mother to get along well with his brothers and sisters, children can't keep their word."

The little boy lowered his head, his neatly trimmed fingernails were neat and round, and lightly buckled the car toy in his hand.

"But they don't like me. My brother always beats me, and my sister bullies me. Last time I broke my bike and skateboard."

Seeing her son's dejected look, she gently touched the child's face.

"Brothers and sisters just like to joke, they also like Yu Xiu, Yu Xiu won't blame them, right?"

The little boy did not move his head, his father always said that he was very smart, and he knew a lot of things.

He could also see that his brother and sister really hated him.

It's not fake. During hide-and-seek several times, they deliberately didn't go to him, leaving him to hide from morning until midnight.

The elder sister also tricked him into picking fruit from the tree, pinching him with her fingernails and hitting him in the face when no one was there.

"Yu Xiu is so cute, how could your brother and sister not like you? You are brothers, and you are both children of the Fu family. You must get along well."

"And Yu Xiu is so kind, he has to know how to share and take care of his brothers and sisters. Over time, they will definitely like Yu Xiu very much."

The little boy raised his head after listening to his mother's words, and a smile appeared on his delicate little face.

"You're back?" The woman looked up and saw the man who came in from the door.

The handsome man put down what was in his hand and picked up the little boy on the ground.

"Did you take good care of mom today?"

"Yes, I even helped my mother pick vegetables."

The man smiled and kissed his son's face, leaned over and kissed the corner of his wife's mouth.

"It's time to eat, didn't you see Yu Heng and Zhi Ning?" The woman raised her hand to loosen the tie he was wearing.

"They were taken out by Dad, we eat by ourselves."

Hearing this sentence, the little boy's eyes were a little sad. Grandpa never liked him.

I never took him out to play, and I didn't even want to talk to him.

"Let's eat first."

The picture paused at the scene of the family having a happy dinner, and suddenly changed into pitch blackness.

"Go away! You are not my son, go away!!!"

"Go away!!"

The woman's soft appearance became crazy, her voice was shrill, and she screamed one after another.

The things in her hand kept smashing on the boy, one after another, and he was smashed with blood without a trace of mercy.

"Devil, you are all devils!!"

Fu Yuxiu stood there, looking at the dying boy who was beaten and the woman who was completely insane.

Why did it become like this, he remembered.

Because of the face similar to Fu Yuan, she became the second person Nan Jinxiu could not see after going crazy.

Since then, his mother, who has always loved him, has only punched and kicked every time he saw him.

In desperation, Fu Yuan could only move him from the other side of the lake to the main building to live in, but unfortunately, it fell into the hands of Fu Yuheng and Fu Zhining, and naturally it would not end well.

He stood on the edge of the wall and watched the dirty little boy pick up the bread that the servant had stepped on from the ground and devour it and stuff it into his mouth.

"I thought you were a high-ranking young master, but let me tell you, there is only one eldest young master in the entire Fu family, and it will definitely not be you!"

"An illegitimate child dares to stare at me, I think you are going to die."

The servant on the side pulled him and persuaded him, "Don't do this, let the old man see it again."

"You think that the old man would like to see him. If it wasn't for his crazy mother, the head of the family would not die. It is really whimsical for a woman who has no name and no part to want to be married to her for the rest of her life."

"I didn't even have a funeral when I died. The old man ordered her ashes to be thrown far away, so as not to mess with the boss."

"It's just a pity, the life of this little wild species is really bad..."

Anyway, they have the support of the eldest young master and the eldest young lady, so what are they afraid of.

The servant said and kicked the boy with fierce force, punching and kicking.

The smiles of those people were ironic and unbearable, disgusting and contemptuous.

After Fu Yuan and Nan Jinxiu died, he spent five years in Fu's house.

In fact, some people are not born cold-hearted, cold-hearted and cold-hearted.

In a trance, the picture changed again, and the dying Nan Jinxiu was lying on the bed, a woman who was always beautiful and graceful.

But in just two years, he turned himself into the appearance of a gray-haired old woman.

On the last day before her death, she finally woke up, recognized her abused son, and knew the news of the death of her beloved husband.

"Yu Xiu, I'm sorry, I can't be with you anymore." Nan Jinxiu looked at the crystal lamp embossed with pear flowers above her head, "Maybe this is the best way for you, Jiaolong Qianyuan, you can't stay here forever. place."

Fu Yuxiu knelt before the bed, looking at the dying woman without saying a word.

"I'm going to see your father. Before I leave, you have to promise me one thing, otherwise I'll die."

Fu Yuxiu looked at his mother's dilated pupils and nodded lightly.

"The day your grandfather is alive, you can't do anything to the Fu family. You can leave the imperial capital, but you must come back. When you have the ability to look down on everything, come back and face them."

Nan Jinxiu wanted his son to live an ordinary life more than anyone else.

He can choose to go to Ningzhou, he can live an ordinary life in the Nan family, and under the protection of the Nan family, he can also grow up happily.

But this child is not destined to be an ordinary child.

He is the descendant of the Fu family, and he carries the blood of the Fu family. Even if he wants to be ordinary, no one will be willing to let him go.

The surname Fu has bound Fu Yuannan Jinxiu for a lifetime, as well as their son.

"You have to promise me that while your grandfather is alive, you can't do anything to the Fu family..."

In her whole life, she gave all her rebellion to that man, but why didn't Fu Yuan bear great pressure for her.

Some things cannot be judged right or wrong, but she has never regretted falling in love with that man or giving birth to Fu Yuxiu.

Nan Jinxiu grabbed her son's hand. For the past two years, she couldn't remember that the boy in front of her was her child.

He has also grown taller, the outline of his eyebrows is more like Fu Yuan, and he is not as handsome as ordinary people.

"Your road will not be easy in the future, but as long as you persevere, you will definitely find the light that lights you up, it will guide you in the future, and mother can only accompany you here..."

Nan Jinxiu looked at the crystal lamp above her head, and her skinny palms stretched out forcefully, as if trying to grab something from the air.

Fu Yuan's face appeared in front of her again, and the man who always smiled softly at her in memory walked in front of her.

"Fu Yuan, I'm here to find you..."

Fu Yuxiu touched the tears in the corner of his mother's eyes with one hand, and fell from her gradually cold face to the pillow.

Nan Jinxiu is not a member of the Fu family, so her ashes are not eligible to be buried with Fu Yuan, or even to enter the Fu family cemetery.

Fu Dingfeng didn't intend to dispose of the ashes of the woman who killed his son, so he hurriedly restrained them and threw them into the cemetery a few hundred kilometers away from Fu's house.

The people on the bed hugged tighter and tighter, trembling all over.

Wen Li opened his eyes, raised his hand and touched a smooth patch of his forehead.

"Axiu?" she called.

The man with his eyes closed trembled, his hand holding her tightly.

Wen Li finally broke free and turned on the light to check his condition.

It's like having a nightmare, trapped in a dream and can't get out.

She twisted out the wet towel from the bathroom, sat on the edge of the bed and carefully wiped the sweat off her forehead.

Just as his hand touched him, the man leaned over with his eyes closed, hugged her waist, and put his head on her lap.

Wen Li bowed his head, brushed his palm lightly across his forehead, and patted his shoulder soothingly.

"It turns out that you were also so vulnerable."

The man with his eyes closed stretched his brows and rubbed his face against her.

"You haven't had a good time in those years, have you?"

This is more like Wen Li is asking himself, and even guessing is omitted. Fu Yuheng and Fu Zhining behave like this.

How could he be better.

"Those bad memories will always pass."

No matter how painful the wound is, when there is a scar, the scar is gone. Although it is healed, the scar will always be there.

Wen Li lowered his head and gently kissed his forehead, "Don't have a headache when you wake up tomorrow, I want to eat the toast you made..."

The man in the dream seemed to feel this warmth, and the corners of his lips rose slightly, hooking up.

The **** childhood turned around and was still in the sunflower field.

He saw the little girl pounced on him with a windmill in hand.

With braided horns, the hem of the floral skirt on her body was stained, and even her chin was drooling when she laughed.

His light, he seems to have caught...