Strongly Locked Up, Fu Shao’s Dumb New Wife

The light suddenly came on, and Fu Ying remained frozen in the crawling posture, squinting at Fu Hanchuan's slightly squinted eyes, looking at him faintly.

"Dad, I want to sleep with you today."

The little guy's mood sounded a little depressed, and Fu Hanchuan didn't say anything. He hung up, picked up a corner of the quilt, and Fu Ying got in like a cat and nestled in his chest.

Fu Hanchuan looked down at the back of the little guy's head, rubbed his hand and turned off the light.

After a while, Fu Ying moved: "Dad, are you drinking?"

The man's cold voice rang: "Go out without sleeping."

Immediately there was silence.

When Fu Ying woke up all night, Fu Hanchuan had already gone to work.

Fu Ying brushed his teeth and washed his face. When he arrived in the living room, Chang Yan smiled and greeted, "Fu Ying, early."

"Morning." He lazily climbed up the chair and sat down, eating the breakfast Mama Song had prepared for him.

Chang Yan looked at his lack of energy and opened the hearty breakfast that she made: "Would you like to try what I made?"

The bento box contained exquisite sushi and small octopus sausages. He carefully made his eyes with seaweed and egg whites. Fu Ying took a look, but he still ate his own: "No."

Mother Song who was washing dishes in the kitchen heard Fu Ying's refusal and lifted her chin proudly.

Fu Ying has been eating the things she made since she was a child. No matter how beautiful someone else makes them, it can't compare to hers.

She learned her craftsmanship from her wife.

Thinking of Su Xiang, Mother Song's shoulders collapsed and she sighed.

It's been three years, and Fu Ying is so old, and he doesn't look back. Isn't he afraid that the child won't remember her?

And that woman ran to Fu's house almost every day for the past three years, always trying to please the child. Can she not see what she is thinking about?

Sometimes when she listened to what she said to Mr. Fu, she regarded herself as a wife, and those who persuaded one to persuade that, didn't they just take advantage of the lack of a mistress in this house and want to take advantage of it?

However, she was just an old mother, she could only look in her eyes and mutter in her heart.

It was Saturday, and Fu Ying had one more day to attend the interest class. Originally, at this time, the little guy was already on the road, and the lingering breakfast hadn't finished yet.

The tutor, Mr. Wu, has been taking care of Fu Ying when he was three years old, until now.

She checked the time and stepped forward and said, "Young master, can't you eat it anymore?"

Fu Ying grabbed the spoon and poked the bottom of the bowl, looking dispirited: "I won't go to class today."

Teacher Wu pushed the glasses on the bridge of his nose, took out the phone and said, "Then I will ask Mr. Fu for instructions."

As soon as he moved out of Fu Hanchuan, Fu Ying threw away his spoon and jumped off the chair and walked towards the door, muttering, "I'm so bored."

Teacher Wu put away the phone and picked up Fu Ying's schoolbag.

In the car, Chang Yan looked at Fu Ying who was upset and asked: "Fu Ying, you seem to be particularly upset today? Are you sick?"

As she said, she became nervous, stretched out her hand to touch Fu Ying's forehead, and touched her own: "Weird, no problem."

Fu Ying didn't pass his little head, sulking himself.

He didn't speak, and Chang Yan couldn't guess what he was thinking.

When they arrived at the educational institution, the Taekwondo teacher took the children in, and Chang Yan said to Teacher Wu: "Mr. Wu, I'll just wait for Fu Ying to finish class here. If you have anything to do, you can leave first."

She glanced in the classroom, and the children all put on professional clothes and started warming up first.

Teacher Wu glanced at her. She just happened to need to go to the bookstore to buy some books, so she nodded and said, "Well, I'll go out first and come back later."

To be honest, Miss Chang, who graduated from a prestigious school, made her feel a lot of pressure, and she was about to grab her job.

She was invited by Mr. Fu to take charge of Fu Ying's education work, but she was often squeezed aside. Sometimes she wondered if she should resign.

Chang Yan watched Teacher Wu go, and sat down in the waiting area. The waiting time is boring. She played with her mobile phone for a while, then looked at the direction of the classroom, and got up and walked out quickly when she thought of something.

When she passed the door, she seemed to catch a familiar face from the corner of her eyes. When she looked over again, the elevator door was already closed.

Maybe it's because I'm dazzled, how could it be that person?

She continued to walk towards the door, and in the elevator, Su Xiang held Little Pearl, grabbed her little finger and pointed at the advertisement posted in the elevator, and said softly: "We will go to school in the future."

The little girl looked at the child on the poster curiously, as if she understood something, her small body twisted and hugged her neck, and she refused to look at the poster again.

Little Pearl couldn't speak for a long time. Although Su Xiang said that the children were too late to learn to speak, but seeing that Pearl was only three years old, she would only call her mother, and she became anxious in her heart.

When Fu Ying was her age, she was very good at talking.

When Su Xiang resumed her voice and started to learn to speak, she also joked that she would study with Xiao Zhenzhu. Now she was worried that her child would be affected by her half-hearted mother.

Moreover, the child was too introverted. When she was in Fengcheng, she was asked to attend classes in the kindergarten, hoping to exercise her social life, but the child cried and refused to go every day after being in Fengcheng. Qi Lingyang couldn't bear it anymore. That's it.

Now when he returned to Beicheng, Su Xiang thought that after waiting for her to get busy, he didn't have so much time and energy to accompany her all the time, so he wanted her to come to the institution for class.

Coming out of the elevator, Su Xiang walked out to the consultation office. When she passed a classroom, she stopped and looked out the window to watch the children inside.

Fu Ying also took classes here, so she is so familiar.

A consultant saw Su Xiang standing there and started to introduce.

"Mrs., this is our foreign teacher class. They are all taught by professional teachers. Many children from celebrity families in this city have taken classes here. May I ask, can I help you?"

When Su Xiang turned around, the consultant looked at Su Xiang's face for a moment: "This lady, you seem to be familiar?"

Su Xiang smiled slightly, and said in a hoarse voice: "I've been here a few times, I've probably seen it before."

When she came here with Fu Ying, it was also an introduction by this consultant.

The man thought for a while, oh, no more thought, and then asked, "Madam, can I help you?"

Su Xiang said: "Let’s get to know it first."

At the other corner, a small figure looked at the front, and her dark, round eyes blinked curiously.

Seeing the person in front leave, he quietly followed

After the teacher in the Taekwondo class taught a set of movements, all the children returned to the distance. He glanced at the empty spot and frowned strangely.

Been to the toilet for so long?

Seeing that Fu Ying was unhappy today, Chang Yan went out to buy some of his favorite snacks while he was in class. When she came back, she heard that Fu Ying had disappeared, and tears of anxiousness almost came down.

At this time, Teacher Wu also bought a book from the bookstore, and when he heard that the young master was missing, he immediately looked for it.

Chang Yan called Fu Hanchuan while looking for him. Fu Hanchuan was in a meeting. Qiao Shen answered the phone and heard the cry of a woman. His expression changed and he walked into the meeting room to inform Fu Hanchuan.

"Shan Chuan, Fu Ying disappeared. I just went out for a while." On the other end of the phone, the woman endured crying and the nasal sound was heavy. Fu Han Chuan put one hand on her waist, and her eyebrows were tucked tightly, "Where is Mr. Wu? Let Teacher Wu answer the phone."

He beckoned Qiao Shen to come over to take over the meeting, and walked to the elevator himself.

The car quickly arrived at the educational institution. When Chang Yan saw Fu Hanchuan striding forward, she cried and ran over: "Shanchuan, what to do, I've searched it all."

At this time, Teacher Wu had returned from the bookstore and saw Fu Hanchuan said with a shame: "Mr. Fu, I'm sorry that this happened."

Although Chang Yan was guarding here, she was paid, and she shouldn't leave easily no matter what. This is leaving her job without permission.

Fu Hanchuan glanced at her coldly, then turned to look at the teacher who was standing on the side and asked: "Did you watch the surveillance?"

At this time, Fu Ying was walking down the road boringly. He didn't want to go back to class, but at the same time, he also found a problem.

he's lost.

The little guy is still wearing Taekwondo clothes, and when he passes by, people turn their heads to look at him.

The little guy didn't have a good breakfast and went all the way, tired and hungry now.

He was standing outside a KFC store, watching the children inside eating lively with his parents, and his nose was aggrieved.

"Fu Ying, do you want to eat KFC? I asked my mother to treat you to it, okay?" A little girl's voice sounded beside him.

Fu Ying's body became stiff, and she immediately raised her hand and wiped her eyes. The little girl craned her neck and turned her head to look at him: "Fu Ying, are you crying?"

Fu Ying immediately said fiercely and loudly: "I didn't cry!"

"Hey, okay, you didn't cry." The little girl coaxed the child and said to him, "Then do you still want to eat KFC?"

"I don't want to eat."

Fu Ying was stubborn, but walked in with him honestly.

He is really hungry.

The little guy ate egg tarts, chicken nuggets, and drank Coke until a low man's voice rang around him.

"Fu Ying!" The voice was not high, but there was a heavy power, let alone Fu Ying, even the unrelated people were too scared to move.

The back of Fu Ying's neck stiffened, and he loosened the chicken nuggets in his hand, and his little hands were spread out in the air, sullenly holding his small mouth silently.

When Fu Hanchuan saw him like this, the blue veins on his forehead jumped, wondering what's wrong with him, and said solemnly, "Come out!"

The little girl's mother looked at the stiff atmosphere and squeezed a smile at the man: "This gentleman, are you Fu Ying's father?"

"..."

"Hello, I'm Lianliang's mother."

"..."

Seeing the man keep calm and ignore others, the woman was embarrassed and said: "If you have something to say, don't scare the child."

Fu Hanchuan didn't dare to speak with a glimpse of his cold eyes.

At this time, Fu Ying jumped off the chair, kicked and walked out with his head hanging down. When he got into the car, Fu Hanchuan kept suppressing the anger in his heart.

"What's the matter? Why did you run out?"

Fu Hanchuan called out the surveillance, and another call was made to the transportation department, and all the surveillances near the agency were found. It was easy to find the location of Fu Ying.

Without letting anyone follow, he drove over by himself.

Thinking of the figure he saw in the agency's surveillance, his face sank even more.

The Fu family didn't have a picture of Su Xiang, only the one in his phone, but it was only a small profile of his face.

In the past three years, even he almost forgot whether she was round or flat, let alone Fu Ying.

During the last half year, Fu Ying didn’t see her very much, and when she left last, he didn’t see her.

Fu Ying should have followed out with a sense of familiarity.

At the thought of this, Fu Hanchuan's face tightened even more, she didn't even notice that her son was following her, this dead woman looked like she only wanted a son in those years!

A fire burned in his belly, and the gloomy cold air on his body became more intense.

As a child, Fu Ying only felt the anger from his father, and the tears of grievance began to fall on the Taoist suit.

"Why do boys cry?"

Fu Hanchuan said fiercely to the little guy, but his tight face eased a little when he saw his trembling shoulders as he sobbed.

Looking at his greasy hands, he took a tissue and wiped it off for him.

"Want to close the little black room without talking?"

Fu Ying was frustrated for a long time, imagining the scene of him being locked up in a small black house. The child without a mother is really pitiful.

He raised his head with a pack of tears, sobbed and asked: "Dad, does she want me if she has another baby?"

Fu Hanchuan's fingers paused, and his breathing sank. After a while, he continued to wipe it up and said, "No, she's the only one."

Fu Ying lowered his head, dangling his calf, and continued to immerse himself in the sad and unloved wild grass baby set.

"Don't comfort me, she doesn't remember me a long time ago"

"I don't remember her anymore."

Fu Hanchuan took a deep breath: "You still want to eat KFC?"

Fu Ying looked up at him and touched his belly: "Actually, I'm still a little hungry."

Su Xiang got into the car when she got out of the educational institution. When Pearl arrived in an unfamiliar environment, she burst into tears and came out before finishing the experience class.

When the child cried, she got a headache and came out without caring about anything.

The phone rang, she picked up the phone, and Qi Lingyang's voice came over: "Is Pearl willing to go to class?"

Su Xiang glanced at the little girl who was playing with toys on her own at this time, and seemed to realize that she had successfully escaped from class, but now she stopped crying.

She sighed and said, "Still unwilling."

Qi Lingyang didn't feel surprised at all, he chuckled in a low voice and said, "If you don't go, you won't go, the big deal will invite the teacher to the house."

Su Xiang immediately remembered that when he was a child, he was alone at home, with no friends, only greetings from teachers.

"no."

Qi Lingyang heard her sinking tone and knew what she was thinking. He said: "Su Xiang, Pearl is different from you back then. She grew up in a loving environment. As long as you have me, she won't Unhappy."

Su Xiang said: "I know, but her growth environment shouldn't be just you and me"

The two differed on Pearl's education. Qi Lingyang is a daughter slave, and she is used to everything when she cries. Su Xiang will always try to change, but she can't stand Pearl's crying. Both of them are not very successful. Once again The argument began.

A car came oncoming and passed by.

In the other car, Fu Hanchuan took Fu Ying to eat, and Chang Yan called.

"Has Fu Ying found it?" Her voice was still nasal, cautiously.

Fu Hanchuan let out a faint "um", and Chang Yan bit her lip and said sadly: "I'm sorry, but Fu Ying is not optimistic."

Fu Hanchuan looked at the shops around the road, looked for parking spaces, and said indifferently: "Chang Yan, Teacher Wu is a tutor I specially invited. She has her duties. Do you understand what I mean?"

Chang Yan's lips bite tighter and she was about to cry. She said, "I'm sorry, it won't be like this in the future."

"Hang up when it's okay, I have something else."

After speaking, he cut off the phone, and Chang Yan wiped her eyes while listening to the busy tone on the other end of the phone.

Yang Yanqing took a sip of coffee and glanced at Chang Yan. She was extremely depressed and sat there dejected.

She came over after receiving Chang Yan's call.

Yang Yanqing said, "You take care of the child for him. If something goes wrong, it is your responsibility. Have you figured it out clearly?"

Chang Yan took a sip of the high-sweet milk tea and said dullly: "I was negligent. I thought Fu Ying was in class and nothing would happen."

Yang Yanqing looked at her and shook her head and said, "Chang Yan, there is something I must tell you. Although you are taking care of the child, you are not his mother. You have brought yourself too much into the role. "

"To be honest, you have graduated from university, and there are so many companies in Chang's family. You can choose whatever you want. If you don't want to, you can also go to work in other companies. Fu Ying has a dedicated teacher who is in charge, and you have been around him. Turn, where is your life?"

Chang Yan fell silent, because she didn't dare to relax at all.

Over the years, she has been working hard. Fu Hanchuan didn't like her, so she made herself important and made him accustomed to her existence, like air.

Wasn't that the same for that woman, that made her leave a place in Fu Hanchuan's heart?

She thought of the figure she saw in the surveillance, and thought of Fu Hanchuan's expression at the time, her heart tightened.

It's not that she read it wrong, it's really that she's back!

At this time, how could she dare to relax?

Chang Yan twitched the corners of her lips and said bitterly: "Sister-in-law, I am different from you. My dream has always been very simple."

Su Xiang's car gradually entered Guhua Road. The speed of the car was getting slower and slower, giving him a feeling of being closer to hometown and more timid.

Familiar roads, familiar small parks.

There were children playing in the small park, and her car stopped, wishing Fu Ying could be in it too.

Su Xiang retracted his gaze, looked from the other side of the car window, pointed to the building in the distance and said, "Little Pearl, my mother used to live here."

She looked in that direction, the weather was fine, and from this angle, the familiar building was close in front of her, her eyes darkened, and a muffled pain surged in her heart.

The little girl "Ma" heard her no sound, her watery eyes glanced at her, and looking out, Su Xiang recovered and sniffed, moved her fingers forty-five degrees, and pointed in another direction.

"Dad lived there before."

The little girl's head also turned, and took a curious look, and found that there was nothing interesting, so she lost interest, and turned her head to look at the small park on the other side of the car window.

She dared not come into contact with other people, but the attraction to children in lively places is the same.

Pearl held the bunny toy and looked at the children at play.

A child was swinging on it, and the side of her calf followed.

Su Xiang pointed to a swing and said, "Mom has also sat on this swing."

I still remember that when she met Du Ruohan for the first time, it was here.

At the thought of that moment, the corners of her lips were barely torn off, and she took a sniff to close her negative emotions.

Seeing that it was approaching noon, the people returned in twos and threes, and their curious eyes looked at the car that had been parked.

There were pedestrians and traffic jams on the road. Fu Hanchuan frowned and pressed his horn impatiently. The pedestrians dispersed to avoid the traffic.

Su Xiang glanced in the rearview mirror. Although it was just a fuzzy figure under the light and shadow, her body stiffened, and she felt her breathing almost stopped.

She swallowed hard, forced herself to retract her gaze, stepped on the accelerator and drove forward.

Fu Hanchuan glanced lazily at the blue Cayenne, turned the steering wheel and drove to the front gate of the community.

Su Xiang kept moving forward, holding his breath, until he caught a glimpse of the car in the rearview mirror and couldn't see it, and then stepped on the brakes to stop.

The heart in her chest was beating quickly, her hands were tightly holding the steering wheel, the muscles of her whole body were tight, and the bottom of her eyes was agitated.

"numb"

A soft little hand patted her arm, and Su Xiang came back to his senses as if shocked.

The little girl's black and white eyes were as clear as crystals, and she looked at her with her small eyebrows: "Ma Ma"

Su Xiang took a deep breath, squeezed out a smile, and touched Pearl's small face: "Mom is okay." She restarted the car and said, "We are going home."

Seeing the scenery ahead moved, the little girl smiled sweetly.

This night, after taking a shower, Su Xiang has been practicing her smile in the mirror.

She thought she had survived and could come back to face it, but when she really returned to that place and saw that person, the memories of the past surged up in an instant, almost overwhelming her.

After leaving Beicheng, she went to Dali and heard that it was beautiful like heaven. She went to Tibet because it was the closest to heaven.

She kept going west, feeling that the farther away from the North City, the farther away she would flee, but she still had nightmares every night.

After worshiping the Buddha in Tibet, I went to Thailand again, where I continued to find her own peace. She wandered outside for a long time before everything in Beicheng began to slowly fade.

When she came back this time, she didn't want to be the shameless Su Xiang in the past, she wanted to show her up!

But as soon as she saw that person, she hooked out the cowardice in her heart.

Everything about the Fu family is still her nightmare!

How can such a self calmly face those old faces at the charity party?

The bathroom door knocked, Su Xiang looked at the door with a mechanical smile, Qi Lingyang's voice sounded: "Su Xiang?"

Su Xiang went out, Qi Lingyang observed her expression: "What's the matter?"

Su Xiang scratched his half-dry hair and said, "It's nothing."

She turned to look at him: "Something?"

Qi Lingyang said: "I have sent the dress for the charity party. In the living room, do you want to go take a look?"

The dresses were ordered in Fengcheng and sent over before the banquet.

"Of course it depends." Su Xiang glanced at him and walked out of the room.

In the living room, Su Xiang stared at the people in front of him for a moment, then smiled and said, "You guys actually delivered it yourself, isn't it an exaggeration?"

Zhuo Yi sat on the sofa and drank a tea ceremony leisurely with his legs crossed: "Anyway, I will come anyway. I will give you a surprise by the way."

Zhuoyi's newlywed wife Yan Kesong is a fashion designer, and her dresses are tailor-made by her.

She picked up the dress and handed it to Su Xiang, "If it doesn't fit, it's too late to change it immediately."

Su Xiang stroked the smooth satin fabric, just looking at it and liked it very much.

"Let's try it on, do you want it too?"

The dresses designed by Yan Kesong are all matched. Zhuo Yi glanced at Qi Lingyang and stood up and said, "Would you like to be more handsome and handsome?"

Qi Lingyang snorted and entered the room with his dress. Zhuo Yi followed in, looked around, sat down on the corner of the bed, and patted the comfortable mattress.

He came in, but he didn't really come to try on clothes.

When he was in Fengcheng, he put on and took off with his little wife, trying everything.

Zhuo Yi tilted his body, his elbows propped up half of his body, and his narrow eyes stared at Qi Lingyang with a hint of malicious intentions: "The house has been given away. Why, is it not yours?"

The pillows are in pairs, but the other pillow shows no trace of sleep.

There are no women's articles in this room, and even the air is full of men's scents.

The two of them slept in separate rooms.

Qi Lingyang glanced at him, put on a coat and suit: "Do you think I am you?"

He took the bow tie from the cabinet and put it on his neck to tidy it up. The man in the mirror was slightly indifferent and elegant and aristocratic.

Zhuo Yi snorted: "Come on, if Su Xiang is willing, don't you hug her to sleep every day?"

"Or" his gaze swept Qi Lingyang from head to toe, "Is he not confident in his figure?"

Qi Lingyang didn't bother to pay attention to him, lowered his head to adjust his cufflinks, Zhuo Yi glanced at him and said suddenly: "Three years ago, didn't you all slept, and now you are together again, you just need a marriage certificate, don't say anything about you Respect her and touch her after marriage."

He also saw that video and recognized the people in it at a glance.

Men and women are beasts and mouth-to-mouth foods. When they reach their mouths, they can't eat them unless they are devout believers.

What's more, it has been eaten to the mouth.

"..." Qi Lingyang touched a blue diamond in his sleeve, turning it slowly, the dim light in his eyes flickered.

After two seconds, he let go of his finger and said lightly: "It's the lie, believe it or not."