Strongly Locked Up, Fu Shao’s Dumb New Wife

Mother Song was stunned, how could she ask the question about the yew?

She glanced at the flower stand, pointed to the three small saplings that were connected and said, "Here, that's it."

Fu Ying looked there, and walked a few steps forward, grabbing a few thin leaves with his little hand.

"This tree is so ugly."

He said he had planted a tree for him, but he bought such an ugly tree, huh!

Fu Ying only took a look, then turned around and kicked and walked back.

Mother Song glanced at his back, and then at the trees on the flower stand. How could this child be awkward today.

However, when I think of these trees, I bought them when my wife was there.

Mother Song watched the soil dry a little, and poured some water over.

Fu Hanchuan came back late in the evening. Fu Ying finished the last night. He was in the living room watching TV while tinkering with his stuff. The carpet under the sofa was all his stuff.

Fu Hanchuan ate dinner alone, Mother Song brought out the other dishes, and said in a whisper, "Young Master has already eaten it, but I may not have an appetite today, and I haven't eaten a few mouthfuls."

"Sir, do you want to call him over for a few bites?"

Fu Hanchuan looked up in the direction of the living room and asked, "What did he do today?"

"I didn't do anything, I just looked down. Maybe I was upset with my classmates at school."

This was the original words of Teacher Wu, and Mother Song followed them.

At this moment, Fu Ying came over with the plane and said to Fu Hanchuan, "Dad, you help me unscrew this, okay?"

The little guy raised the plane and pointed at the propeller.

Fu Hanchuan took a look and recognized that this was a birthday present from Su Xiang to Fu Ying. His eyes moved slightly, and he said faintly: "What do you do for repair if it breaks?"

Fu Ying lowered his head, preventing his father from seeing what he was thinking, pushing the propeller with his fingers and said, "I want to play."

"Don't you have another plane?"

Fu Ying was immediately blocked by the question, and bit the bullet and said: "But I just want to play this."

Fu Hanchuan pursed his lips and stared at him. The little guy's eyes flickered, and he turned to leave: "Forget it, don't you do it."

Before he ran away, Fu Hanchuan grabbed his arm and said, "Mother Song said you didn't eat, sit down and eat more."

Fu Ying looked up at him: "But I'm full."

Fu Hanchuan ignored his "but" and told Mother Song to get a pair of bowls and chopsticks. Fu Ying had to put the plane on the table first, then hold the bowl, and looked at Fu Hanchuan from the edge of the bowl: "Dad, actually You want me to dine with you, right?"

Eating alone is boring, and my father must be bored.

Fu Hanchuan glared at him: "Where is there so much nonsense. Don't talk anymore when you eat."

Fu Ying curled his mouth, and pulled the rice into his mouth, still thinking about the tofu that he didn't eat at noon.

After dinner, Fu Hanchuan habitually walked to the study. Fu Ying hugged the plane and followed his ass. When Fu Hanchuan was about to close the door, the little guy looked at him eagerly: "Dad, you help me fix it."

Fu Hanchuan glanced at the dilapidated plane, and there was still mud on the wheels of the construction site.

He sighed heavily, raised one hand, and put his fingers on the propeller and turned vigorously, and the propeller spun around, but it stopped within a few seconds.

He took the plane and didn't go to the study anymore. He walked to the outside living room and sat down on the sofa. Fu Ying knelt down on his lap and stretched his neck to look at him: "Dad, can it be fixed?"

"Go get a screwdriver."

As soon as the little guy heard it, he immediately went to Song Ma to ask for something.

After a while, the little guy ran over holding a screwdriver: "Dad."

Fu Hanchuan took the screwdriver and looked up, down, left, and right, and found an interface and screwed it up. Fu Ying pouted his mouth and looked at it carefully. He carefully placed each removed part on the carpet.

Fu Hanchuan squinted at him and asked, "Did you fight at school today?"

Fu Ying grasped the removed door buckle on his fingers, and said, "I didn't fight."

Fu Hanchuan handed him another piece of parts, Fu Ying took it, and Fu Hanchuan said, "Mr. Wu said you are in a bad mood today, what's the matter?"

Fu Ying's mouth closed shut.

They didn't let him know that the person came to him, and they secretly discussed outside, so he didn't tell them that he had already seen that person.

"Huh? Why didn't you say it?"

Fu Ying stood up: "Oh, I'm tired."

"Mother Song, Mother Song, I want to take a bath." The little guy put the things on the carpet and ran away in a hurry.

Fu Hanchuan looked down at the fragments on the ground, glanced in the direction where the little guy ran away, his expression deepened.

Fu Ying must have seen Su Xiang.

The corners of his lips twitched slightly, and he looked at the remaining half of the aircraft shell in his hand, so that she could also see her face

Xiangyuan.

After Su Xiang came back from school, she was always depressed. She was closed in the studio for a long time, and the servants did not dare to go in and disturb her.

When Qi Lingyang came back, Zhang Ma said, Qi Lingyang said, "I'll go and see."

He knocked on the door, and there was no movement inside, so he pushed aside.

Su Xiang sat in a daze in a chair. Pearl saw him come in, and ran over after throwing away the paintbrush: "Ba"

Qi Lingyang hugged her, kissed her and turned to look at Su Xiang.

She didn't react at all, her thin body was nestled in the chair, motionless.

The room was full of her depressed mood, even the little pearl felt it, and the color of the painting on the paper was gray.

Qi Lingyang hugged the pearl and shook it: "What did mother do this afternoon?"

Little Pearl pointed to Su Xiang: "Ma Ma"

She pouted her mouth and made an unhappy expression, and then nestled on his chest, indicating that she was not happy anymore.

Qi Lingyang patted to soothe, and walked to the door to call Zhang Ma: "Look at the little lady for a while, and give her some juice first."

"Yes, sir." Mother Zhang took the child, and Qi Lingyang walked back.

He turned Su Xiang's swivel chair around, and asked her eyes facing her: "Did you see Fu Win?"

Madam Zhang told him before that the tofu in the bento box she brought back was stained with dust, as if it had been knocked over.

Su Xiang raised his eyes, his eyes were red, and his face was pale, as if he had received a major blow.

Qi Lingyang touched the corner of her eye and said, "I guess."

"Does that kid refuse to recognize you?"

Su Xiang rubbed his face with both hands, and said in frustration: "How do you know?"

Qi Lingyang smiled faintly and held her hands in his palms. He said: "From my personal experience, it is really difficult to accept someone who has abandoned himself."

Su Xiang was anxious: "I don't have one."

"I know you don't, and you know you don't. But Su Xiang, you haven't seen each other in the past few years. You don't know how the people around him would explain to him and why you left him."

Su Xiang opened his mouth and fell silent.

Before that, of course she thought about it.

But when she really faced it, she found that she was really unbearable.

Every time I think of Fu Ying's hatred look towards her, my heart feels like a knife cut.

Qi Lingyang sighed lightly, pulled her up, walked to a set of resting sofas by the wall, pressed her shoulders to let her sit down, and poured a glass of water to her.

"You didn't drink much water today, did you?"

Su Xiang licked his dry lips, took a sip from the cup.

Qi Lingyang sat down next to her and said, "Let’s not talk about anything else. When you left the Fu’s house before, he felt a sense of anxiety in his heart. In the next three years, you didn’t show up again. Of course he would I thought you didn't want him anymore."

Su Xiang silently clutched the cup, remembering the last birthday he had for Fu Ying, the little guy was so happy.

When she left, she was embarrassed not to say goodbye.

Qi Lingyang rubbed her hair comfortingly: "He is still a child, you have to give him time to take his time."

"At the very least, you have already seen him."

"And the time between you and him is not too long. Many things can be made up."

Su Xiang nodded silently: "I know"

She looked up at him: "Ling Yang, when Fu Zhengnan came to see you, how long did it take for you to accept him?"

Qi Lingyang stared at the opposite wall in a daze. After a while, he avoided the question and said, "Su Xiang, in fact, I don't have too much obsession with parental affection."

Growing up in the Qi family alone, when he was an adult, Fu Zhengnan came to find him back, not to find his son who had been left behind, but for the benefit of the Fu family.

What can he care about such family affection?

He turned his head, took Su Xiang's hand on his palm, and said, "You are different from them. You and Fu Ying were forced to separate. You have never stopped thinking of him."

He looked at Su Xiang, and in his quiet eyes was the gentle look of her brows and eyes.

He said: "Su Xiang, I don't have too much obsession with the affection of my parents, but I am towards you."

He squeezed her finger tightly, Su Xiang lowered his head and watched him hold his hand tightly in his palm.

She opened her mouth, and just about to say something, Qi Lingyang let go of her hand, and he smiled at her and said: "Well, if you have been alone with the horns for so long, you should be hungry. Go out for dinner first. Only when you have enough energy can you have the strength to fight him attrition."

He pushed her towards the door, his palms pressed against her back vest, his eyes fell.

He doesn't care about other things, family affection, money, he doesn't care, only her is the obsession he wants.

What he wants is a home with her.

After being taken away once, he understands that feeling too well, so this time, he will definitely not be taken away easily!

the next day.

Su Xiang took time out near noon, made a fresh Japanese tofu and sent it to school.

This time the security guard looked at the lunch box she handed over, her expression was still not so good, but this time it was accepted, and the class name was registered like other parents, and when it was time for lunch, the students were called to get it.

In the school cafeteria, Fu Ying opened the lid of the lunch box. Inside was steaming tofu. The little guy sat there boringly facing the tofu.

He opened his bento box to the other little boy at the table, took a look at Fu Ying’s, and asked with a weird voice: "Fu Ying, who did you bring it here?"

"You don't have a mother to bring you food. Is it your little stepmother?"

Chang Yan often came to pick up Fu Ying from school. Many people had seen it, and the children in the class thought it was Fu Ying's stepmother.

Fu Ying was instantly annoyed, and when he stood up he overturned the boy's bento box on the ground: "You don't have a mother!"

The boy looked at the food that had been turned over, and stared at Fu Ying angrily: "You upset my lunch, I want to tell the teacher to go!"

Fu Ying was like a bully in the class, and he didn't dare to go up and fight with him if he provoked him. And if the teacher knew about the fight at school, he would be punished to sweep the classroom.

Fu Ying snorted: "Go, go, I'm not afraid of you, suing ghosts!"

Fu Ying was sued by his classmates. There were too many lice and he was not afraid of itching, and the teacher didn't do anything to him.

The boy was stared at by the eyes of the people around him, snorted heavily, and muttered: "I don't want the lunch, but I will definitely tell the teacher."

However, he picked up the lunch from the school and changed a table to eat, and no one picked up the bento box on the ground.

Fu Ying lost his temper, and all the children around were silently holding their lunch boxes and changing seats. There was only Fu Ying who was alone in occupying a four-handed table.

Lian Liang led his lunch box from the window to the large dining room, only Fu Ying's table was the most conspicuous.

She walked over: "Fu Ying, can I sit down?"

The little boy whose lunch box was lifted said loudly to her: "Lian Liang, don't sit with him, he will overturn your lunch."

Fu Ying's grip on the chopsticks tightly, obviously getting more angry.

Lian Liang turned his head and glanced at them, sat down diagonally opposite Fu Ying, and ate silently.

Fu Ying glanced at her, Lian Liang had rice in his mouth, and said vaguely: "Are you going to drive me away?"

Fu Ying pushed the bento box in front of him, Lian Liang glanced at the tofu inside, and was not polite to him, dug a spoonful and chewed it in his mouth, his eyes lit up: "Wow, Fu Ying , This is delicious."

Fu Ying ate a spoonful himself, but his head was hanging low, as if he didn't want people to see his expression.

He felt that this taste was a little bit delicious.

For the rest of the lunch, the two children ate soup and rice.

During the lunch break, Fu Ying sat under a pine tree with his chin in a daze, and Lian Liang walked over and handed him a bottle of Wahaha.

"You invite me to eat your mother's meal, and I invite you to drink yogurt."

Fu Ying was startled, and said fiercely: "Who said my mother did it!"

Lian Liang glanced at him and gave him an "I knew it" expression. She sat down, pierced the tin foil with a straw, and said, "The one who came yesterday is actually your mother, right?"

Fu Ying snorted, and Lian Liang saw that he was holding the yogurt without drinking, so he gave him his own, took his again, pierced the tin foil again, took a sip, and narrowed his eyes contentedly.

She said: "I saw you cry, so she must be your mother."

Fu Ying sucked the yogurt, and there was a moment of tugging at the withered grass on the lawn, neither admitting nor denying it.

Lian Liang sighed softly and said, "Your mother is coming to you, that's all right."

"I don't know who my mother is." For the first time, the little girl told an outsider about her sadness, and she twirled a piece of grass around her fingertips.

Fu Ying looked at her in astonishment: "Don't you have a mother?"

That day, her mother also invited him to eat KFC.

Lian Liang said: "I was brought by her, but she is still my mother."

Fu Ying's mouth opened into a "..." shape, but the little girl laughed, her eyebrows crooked: "My mother is very good to me, so I am not unhappy."

"Don't look at me like this."

The yogurt was sandwiched between her knees, and the little girl could drink it as soon as she lowered her head, which freed her hands.

She plucked two dog-tail grasses growing under the pine trees, made a circle separately, and inserted two straws into the circle, and pulled them as if pulling an erhu.

"Look, this is Erhu, isn't it fun?"

Fu Ying looked at her, and he thought she was a little stupid to play with two grasses.

The little girl handed him the grass erhu and said: "Give it to your mother, thank her for inviting me to dinner."

Fu Ying carried the grass, and the little girl said, "Don't be angry with her. There must be a reason for her to leave you."

When talking about the reason, Fu Ying remembered what she had seen in an educational institution. She held another child and sent her to class!

He threw the grass erhu on the ground and snorted: "She has other children, so I don't want to forgive her!"

The little guy got up and ran away quickly.

After school this day, Su Xiang sat in the car and watched Fu Ying be picked up by the Fu family. He didn't carry the bento box in his hand, and her eyes sank.

When the parents were almost gone, she walked to the security room: "Master, please return the bento I sent."

The security guard glanced at her, turned and handed her the box through the window.

Su Xiang had already prepared her heart. When she held the box in her hand, she frowned slightly, and then stretched her eyebrows.

She opened the lid of the box and it was cleaned, and there were two connected grass loops inside.

Facing the bento box with the straw ring, Su Xiang wanted to cry and laugh at that moment.

After returning home, Su Xiang cherished the grass ring that Fu Ying gave her and put it in a box. For the next few days, she gave lunch to the school. Every day, she changed her tricks, and she took it back in the evening. At that time, the lunch boxes were all empty.

On Saturday, when the school was closed, Su Xiang felt empty and lacked energy for the whole day. Fortunately, she still remembered to make an appointment with Zhenyuan.

In the evening, she packed up the Japanese tofu and drove there by herself.

Qi Lingyang had just taken office in the Qi family. During this time, he was busy and often worked overtime. The lights in the study room at home at night did not turn off until the middle of the night.

He was worried that Su Xiang would go by alone and called from the company: "I'd better go with you. You can wait a moment."

Su Xiang paid attention to the road conditions and said, "No, no matter how people open restaurants, nothing will happen."

"And I just went to ask some questions, not to play in the gym."

At this moment, Qi Lingyang was in the corridor of the conference room. He glanced inside, and the conference room was full of people sitting there. He said: "Well, just call me if you have anything."

"Well, I'm hanging up."

Su Xiang took off the Bluetooth headset and turned on a three-way road ahead.

It took less than a month to come back to the North City and it was winter. The trees on both sides of the road looked bleak under the street lights, and the trees were very shadowy. There were few pedestrians on the road, and it gave people a gloomy feeling.

Su Xiang touched the Buddha beads on his neck, took a deep breath, and turned on the car music to embolden him.

After a few songs, the car stopped in the pillow garden.

On the second visit, Su Xiang was familiar with the garden. Walking along a bluestone road inside, the landscape lights on the ground gave off orange lights, and the monotonous footsteps sounded in this quiet space, accompanied by the wind. The rustle of leaves.

The huge main house in front is brightly lit and the door is open.

The deputy standing at the door saw Su Xiang and said, "Miss Su?"

Su Xiang showed the appointment number, smiled slightly and said: "Yes, it's me."

The deputy glanced at her, and after confirming her appointment number, he gestured inward with a please: "Miss Su, please come inside."

After entering the inner hall, Su Xiang went straight to the restaurant. The deputy followed behind her and said curiously: "Miss Su is alone?"

Su Xiang turned his head and smiled at him: "Yes."

She put the insulated box in her hand on the dining table and said, "Please serve it."

The deputy glanced at the thermos box on the dining table, only to feel a little strange, but said nothing, and went in to inform.

After a while, those dishes were served, including Su Xiang's special Japanese tofu.

The man glanced at Su Xiang, put the dishes on the table one by one, said "please take your time", and then turned and left.

Su Xiang said: "Please wait a moment."

The man glanced at her: "What else is Miss Su?"

I saw that Su Xiang opened the lid of the lunch box she had brought, and inside it was the same Japanese tofu, but she did not make it as fresh as it was just out of the pot.

Su Xiang said: "Mr. Yan, I don't know if you made this Japanese tofu with me, which one tastes better?"

At the Fu’s dining table, Fu Ying stretched out his arms to pick up vegetables, and said unintentionally, “Dad, I want to go home by myself from next week.”

"Huh?" Fu Hanchuan looked up at him, then lowered his eyes, eating indifferently, "No."

Fu Ying was a little anxious: "Why can't I go home by myself?"

"For your personal safety."

Fu Ying was still wearing a taekwondo suit, which he didn't change on purpose.

The little guy stiffened his chest: "I learned taekwondo, and my taekwondo is the best in the martial arts gym. I can protect myself."

Fu Hanchuan glanced at him, "Just your small arms and legs?"

Fu Ying was immediately unconvinced: "Dad, Wang Xiaoming also went home by himself, and Lian Liang, she is a girl and she goes to school by herself, am I not even as good as a girl?"

Fu Hanchuan stared at him, Fu Ying narrowed his eyes under his stare, and muttered: "Anyway, I just want to go home by myself."

"Don't you think it's awe-inspiring to have a car to pick you up every day?"

Most of the students in the school are picked up by their parents, and only a few children go to and from school on their own. However, the Fu family's luxury car stopped at the school gate, and those who knew the goods could tell that the car was low-key and luxurious.

Fu Ying scratched his head, his eyes rolled, and said confidently: "Now I think a child who can go home by himself is a majesty!"

Fu Hanchuan raised his eyebrows slightly and stared at him for a while.