Strongly Locked Up, Fu Shao’s Dumb New Wife

Could it be the same in the room, no matter how you report it, it is a fact that Qi Lingyang went to visit Gu Yinyin, and if he didn't go, there would be no news like this.

Therefore, the most wrong thing was what Qi Lingyang did.

The kid hasn't got it yet, but he's starting to play tricks. Aren't you afraid that the dumb guy will dump him?

Thinking of this, his footsteps stopped again, always feeling inconsistent.

People who don't even want the inheritance rights of the Fu family, can they still not want Su Xiang for a female celebrity?

For this reason, it is impossible for Qi Lingyang to withdraw at this time.

Could it be the same to look at Pei Xian: "You are also the boss of a film and television company, what kind of routine is this?"

Pei Xian threw the phone back to him, and said: "It's just a lace news, with thousands and tens of thousands a year, what's weird."

"Gu Yinyin's drama is Yao Shi's annual drama finale this year. It's just a matter of getting a bit of a topic and warming up a scandal like this."

Could it be the same frown, is that it?

However, Qi Lingyang has always been very low-key in his career. If he hadn't fought against Fu Hanchuan's heir, he would not expose all his private properties.

Will he just follow the hype for a drama?

He said to Pei Xian, who was drinking leisurely, "How do I feel that you are perfunctory to me?"

Pei Xian's wine glass touched his lips and smiled lightly. Before the wine entered his throat, he said: "This is just the beginning. You have to wait for a follow-up to come out before you can continue to look at the problem, right?"

After a while in 1988, Pei Xian came out of it.

Standing on the steps, he raised his head, the starlight above his head was covered by the haze, and the night was thick, with only a faint bright moon radiating faint brilliance.

A few thin dark clouds floated over, blocking the moonlight.

Pei Xian lowered her head angrily, and slowly walked down the steps.

Because I drank some alcohol, I didn't plan to drive back, and walked slowly home all the way.

Yes, after these few glasses of wine, another night passed. Go home and go to bed, the day has passed.

In the past two years, the night without her has been so boring every night.

Fu Hanchuan still has a son to accompany him, he has nothing.

The street lights were gleaming and cold, and a stray dog ​​next to the trash can was turning over the trash. Pei Xian remembered that not only did Fu Hanchuan have a son, he also picked up a cat and kept it as Su Xiang.

That pervert.

He observed the stray dog ​​for a while, and was really not in the mood to take a dog home in the middle of the night to bathe it and catch lice.

In the middle of the road, an ambulance whizzed past, saving someone's life.

Pei Xian looked up and watched the red light on the roof of the ambulance disappear into the night.

unconsciously

Pei Xian's footsteps stopped, and there was a half-height marble wall in front of which the Second People's Hospital was written in large metal letters.

How did you get here in the direction you are going home?

He glanced at the lobby of the complex that opened in the front. At this time, there were still many emergency patients and their families.

I don't know if she is on duty tonight.

During the time of the breakup, Pei Xian did not accept this result, and even came to look for it. The woman treated him as if she didn't know him, and told him not to hinder her work.

In front of so many people, Pei Xian lost face and never came to the hospital to look for her again.

A figure came out from inside.

She could hardly be seen clearly in the dim light. When she walked to the bright spot at the door, Pei Xian's heart was trembling, and she stepped forward to put her on the shoulders of the woman.

"Qiao Ying"

The woman turned her head and saw him. She brushed away his hand indifferently, took out the earphone plug on her ear, and walked straight forward.

Pei Xian thought for so long, but didn't figure out where he was wrong, and the pressing fire burst out.

He walked up to the woman, pulled off the woman's earphones, and asked directly with a black face, "Even if you are breaking up, should you give me a reason?"

Qiao Ying's ears were a bit painful, but she ignored him, walked to the parking lot in front, got in the car, and walked away.

"!"

Pei Xian heavily kicked the stone on the road. The stone first showed a parabola. After landing, it rolled all the way and rolled out a long way.

It's crazy, is this woman's brain made of stone!

Pei Xian returned home with a puff of anger, and when he got home, he threw himself on the bed and lay straight, staring at the ceiling above his head.

On this bed, the two of them have been lingering countless times, and the lingering energy surged in their heads, feeling that the bed was full of her taste.

Pei Xian jumped up, pulled all the sheets and quilts to the ground, kicked on the mattress, and then hugged the quilt to the guest room angrily.

Su Xiang didn't know if it was because of the phone call she made to Fu Hanchuan. For two days in a row, she saw Fu Ying when she was over from elementary school.

The little guy has a bad temper and refuses to ride in her car, only willing to walk all the way back.

The half-hour journey is not short, but Su Xiang is very satisfied following his journey.

On the first day.

"I don't want to take your car, I have legs." This is the first time he really walked home by himself, he said very bullishly.

When talking, he deliberately fiddled with his watch. Then he was playing drums as he walked, and the tail of his eyes secretly looked at Su Xiang who was following him.

The next day.

"I know the way myself, so I don't want you to send it."

The little guy pulled off the strap of the schoolbag very proudly, speaking with confidence.

It's the third day.

Su Xiang took the lunch box back from the security room and couldn't help laughing when he watched Fu Ying walk out of it.

She handed over the small snacks she bought on the road: "Rose cakes just out of the oven, it tastes great with milk."

Fu Ying glanced at her, tilted his shoulders, unloaded the schoolbag, and handed it to Su Xiang. He said in a bad tone, "Bring me the schoolbag."

All along, it was Teacher Wu or Chang Yan who helped him carry the schoolbags. He only pretended to be when Fu Hanchuan was there.

The little guy carried his schoolbag for two days, his shoulders were sore and painful, his legs were aching and his feet were aching, he felt uncomfortable everywhere, and his temper came up.

Su Xiang glanced at the schoolbag hanging in the air, then glanced at the little guy: "Don't you keep carrying it by yourself?"

Seeing that she hadn't taken the schoolbag for a long time, Fu Ying dropped his hands angrily and said loudly, "It's very tiring to go to school, don't you know?"

Su Xiang laughed when he heard him shout tired. She asked, "How tired?"

Fu Ying was questioned, anyway, he just didn't like his shoulders being pressed, because it wouldn't grow tall anyway.

He blushed, and angrily pulled his schoolbag forward: "Forget it, you never knew it anyway."

The schoolbag hit his back heel and bumped into him. Lian Liang looked at Fu Ying who had gone away, then looked at Su Xiang, and followed with his small mouth.

"Fu Ying, wait for me."

The two children walked side by side, and Su Xiang followed behind.

Fu Ying's words stabbed her somewhat.

Since the child went to school, she has not picked him up once, nor has she asked him what is interesting in school like other parents, whether he has enough for lunch, and which children have good fun with.

But what she lacked the most was that she didn't educate him well.

Fu Ying, who was walking in front, bulged his cheeks, glanced behind him, and then snorted heavily.

Not to please him at all, do you still want his forgiveness?

Lian Liang looked at Fu Ying's bulging cheeks and giggled, "Fu Ying, you look so funny."

"What's so funny." Fu Ying murmured. This time, he kicked away with his schoolbag and kicked forward. As soon as the schoolbag swayed, he took a step forward and kicked it again.

Lian Liang said: "Fu Ying, you look like a frog's belly, have you seen it?"

Fu Ying gave her an annoyed look: "You are like a frog."

He squinted back, so annoying that he didn't come and carry his schoolbag.

When they reached the intersection of the traffic light in front, the two children were separated. Su Xiang gave all the small snacks that Fu Ying hadn't touched to Lian Liang, and asked the little girl to take them back to eat.

Fu Ying snorted, and as he continued to move forward, Su Xiang passed him two steps quickly and stood in front of him.

Fu Ying looked up at her: "Why are you blocking me?"

Su Xiang lightly sighed and took his little schoolbag. Fu Ying thought she was going to carry him the schoolbag. Before he became happy, he saw Su Xiang unfolding the schoolbag strap and pushing it on his back.

"What are you doing!"

Su Xiang blinked at him and said, "Carrying the schoolbag, aren't the two straps of the schoolbag used to carry it?"

She gestured. The bag is made of good material, and there is a thick cushion on the back, so it won't pinch the shoulders.

Fu Ying's little face flushed, and his little face angered and lost his temper: "What are you pretending to be stupid? I want you to get it for me!"

"If you want me to forgive you, you should do what I say!"

Facing his son who had played with his child's temper, Su Xiang's face sank, and he pressed his shoulders and said solemnly: "Fu Ying, I hope you forgive me for not being able to be by your side these few years, but never Don’t expect, ask for your forgiveness in a way that pleases you."

"I'm your mother, I'm not asking to be your mother, let alone being happy for you, letting you ask for anything, you'd better remember this."

Su Xiang can understand the deviation of Fu Ying's thoughts. After all, the women surrounding Fu Hanchuan must satisfy Fu Ying if they want to be in position.

Not only women, but those who have asked Fu's family are all pleased with this child. In the past, every time a child was taken out, there were a lot of gifts from others.

Fu Ying was taken aback by Su Xiang, and his round eyes blinked. Why are these different from what he thought?

Humph, I just pretended to be nice to him, and I was impatient with him in just a few days.

The little guy squeezed his mouth for a while, and said loudly to Su Xiang: "Then I won't be your child, you go home and hug your baby, just ignore me."

As soon as the little guy said that, the grievance in his heart also appeared, like a balloon, and the next half of the sentence was crying.

His dirty little hands rubbed his eyes and choked.

It doesn't coax him at all, it's not good for him at all.

Why should he make a fuss about walking home by himself? If there is a car to sit in, there will be delicious food in the car. There is no need to smell the car exhaust or carry a schoolbag.

The little hand was gently held in his palm, a wet tissue was rubbed on his hand, and the gentle and weird Mandarin rang.

"The hands you see are so dirty, you will get bacteria into your eyes when you wipe your eyes, and you will get pinkeye."

Fu Ying smoked his nose and stared at the man squatting in front of him blankly.

Su Xiang wiped his hands clean, and there was no place to lose the wet tissue, so he put it into his pocket first, and stared at him and said: "Fu Ying, your schoolbag is very light to me. You can pick it up."

"But this is your schoolbag, you are studying knowledge at school, and the burden you should bear at your age."

"If you can't even bear this, tell me, what can you do in the future?"

Fu Ying blinked, and he seemed to understand but not understand, and he didn't seem to be so angry anymore.

Su Xiang saw that he listened to her, took his little hand and walked up, and gave him down the steps: "You are hungry now so you can't carry it on your back? What do you want to eat, eat something first?"

The TV in the living room of Chang's family was on, and Chang Yan was lying on the sofa with a book on her face.

She has been like this for almost an afternoon, no, it should be said that it has been several days.

When Yang Yanqing came back from the outside, listening to the TV in the living room, she walked over and turned off the TV.

Chang Yan suddenly lost her voice when she listened, frowned, and took the book off her face.

"Sister-in-law, why turn off the TV."

Yang Yanqing smiled and looked at her: "So you are awake, I thought you were asleep."

She put the remote control on the coffee table, Yang Yanqing took the blanket and shrank her legs, and freed up half of the sofa for Yang Yanqing to sit on.

She put her chin on her knees and said, "I'm so bored, Sister-in-law, you take me out to play tomorrow."

Yang Yanqing glanced at her and joked: "Oh, it's strange, you never like to run into those wives, so you actually ask to participate?"

Chang Yan pouted and glanced at her: "Sister-in-law"

There was a piece of delicate tiramisu on the coffee table, only a small corner was dug, Yang Yanqing picked it up and looked at it, dug a piece in the other corner and put it in his mouth.

After tasting the taste, I knew it was made by my own little girl.

She said: "The meaning of tiramisu is to take me away. You should send this cake to Fu's house. Why did you eat it by yourself?"

"Do you think that Fu Hanchuan doesn't understand customs and can't tell what you mean?"

Chang Yan pursed her lips and beat Yang Yanqing angrily: "You know you are laughing at me."

She held Yang Yanqing's wrist and put the spoon into her mouth.

Yang Yanqing smiled and took another bite, and said, "By the way, I haven't seen you running to Fu's house these days, what happened to Fu Hanchuan?"

"Are there conflicts again?"

When he mentioned Fu Hanchuan, Chang Yan angrily grabbed the fluff on the blanket and said nothing.

After Fu Hanchuan talked about her that time, although Madam Zhuo Ya comforted her a few words, she consciously passed by without a face and stayed at home all the time.

When Yang Yanqing saw her depressed, she knew that her guess was correct.

However, in her relationship, Chang Yan has always been chasing Fu Hanchuan. Even if there is a conflict, Chang Yan can't help but first.

Yang Yanqing said: "Okay, your elder brother should feel bad when you see it like this. Tomorrow Mrs. Zhuo Ya will make an appointment to see the maple leaves in the suburbs, so let's come together."

Seeing Madam Zhuo Ya, Madam Zhuo Ya said a few words, which was equivalent to Fu Hanchuan giving her the step, and Chang Yan had a smile on her face.

Yang Yanqing looked at her and poked her forehead: "You"

It was Saturday in a blink of an eye.

Fu Ying woke up in Fu Hanchuan's arms, his black hair sleeping messily, like a bird's nest.

That's right, he slept with his father again last night.

Dad treated him well these past two days. He didn't tear up his homework, didn't throw away his game console, and allowed him to sleep on his big bed.

It's just that he will ask him about some things on the way from school, which makes him feel so annoying, some things he can't say, and it's so hard for him to hide it.

But he is also clever, as long as he pretends to sleep, he will pass by.

The little guy was awakened by a bubble of urine, climbed out of the bed and ran to the bathroom to release, and breathed a sigh of comfort.

The bathroom door opened, Fu Ying put on his pants, Fu Hanchuan glanced at him, "Get out."

The little guy obediently ran to the sink, stood on a small stool, squeezed toothpaste and brushed his teeth, and there was a splash of water on the other side.

After a while, the man stood beside him, squeezing toothpaste and brushing his teeth.

After washing, Fu Ying returned to his room and opened his cloakroom.

The entire cloakroom is full of his clothes, and some of the clothes are so big that he can't wear them.

Mother Song said that the clothes inside were all prepared by the person before he left, and they were bought until he was ten years old.

Fu Ying chose among the rows of clothes, and finally chose a sweater with Wukong printed on it, and changed it himself.

When he walked to the living room, the little guy slowed down, obediently.

"grandmother."

Madam Zhuoya touched his little head: "Yeah."

She glanced at the breakfast on the dining table: "Hurry up and eat, and grandma will take you out after eating."

Fu Ying blinked and glanced at Fu Hanchuan: "But I am going to learn Taekwondo today."

And he made an appointment with her today, and she said that she would come to see her boxing.

Madam Zhuo Ya said: "The taekwondo side has already changed you to night, and it doesn't interfere. Today, there are daughters from the Huanyu Group family, and many children are going, you have to go."

Fu Ying opened her small mouth, and Mrs. Zhuo Ya didn't wait for his protest, but said faintly to Fu Hanchuan: "I want to take him out today."

After the mother and son had a quarrel last time, the two also fell into a stalemate. Even after that time, Fu Hanchuan did not let the old man pick up the child.

But today, it was Mrs. Zhuo Ya who came to ask someone in person.

Fu Ying went to a public elementary school. At the beginning of school, he was opposed by Mrs. Zhuoya. After all, the biggest advantage of a private school is not the educational qualifications, but the contacts inside.

The connections of many descendants of aristocratic families have been around since they were students. Even if the Fu family has the top status now, in Fu Ying's generation, he must have his interpersonal relationship.

After breakfast, Mrs. Zhuo Ya took the people away.

Fu Hanchuan wiped the corners of his lips and said to Mother Song: "Call Teacher Wu and inform her that she will be off today."

At the educational institution, Su Xiang waited there with Pearl, but did not see Fu Ying until noon.

She glanced at the door disappointedly. Originally, she planned to let Fu Ying see Pearl and explain it to him so that the child would not always have a thorn in his heart.

And in a private manor in the suburbs, Fu Ying played with the children of high-ranking officials and nobles.

He played with the ball, and none of them could have played with him. He scored a lot.

Under the shade of the awning, Mrs. Zhuo Ya glanced at Chang Yan, then smiled slightly and said, "You haven't come to me for tea for a long time, and I've been angry with Hanchuan. I didn't offend you, so why did I involve me too? ?"

Chang Yan smiled embarrassedly: "Madam, how can I be angry with you, I'm just busy during this time and I don't have time to come over."

Naturally, Chang Yan couldn't really admit that she had an awkward relationship with Fu Hanchuan, and found a reason to prevaricate.

Yang Yanqing glanced at Chang Yan, this girl can talk now. Did not put himself down.

Madam Zhuoya lowered her eyes while holding the tea cup and smiled faintly. For three years, she has always felt that Chang Yan, a girl from a good family background, is too weak. Now it seems that it is good to come often to the gatherings of these ladies.

She said: "What are you up to?"

Chang Yan lowered her head and smiled, "I'm studying finance with my sister-in-law."

"Huh? Finance?" Madam Zhuo Ya was startled slightly, "Aren't you learning Chinese?"

Chang Yan said, "How come I am also a member of the family. My eldest brother said that I was idle and asked me to help at the company."

Chang Yi did say a few times about her, but she has never been interested in the company's affairs and has been evasive. However, after Fu Hanchuan talked about her last time, she couldn't help herself to go to Fu's house, so she thought about it again.

He kept walking around Fu Hanchuan, he couldn't see her. She has to have an ego, isn't that woman also leaving to find herself?

Yang Yanqing also smiled and said: "Yes, this girl has graduated for so long and hasn't done anything serious. The company has already opened to Beicheng. If she learns to use it, I will be easier."

Madam Zhuo Ya nodded and smiled slightly: "Your family's relationship is really good, and it makes people envious. Even sister-in-law and sister-in-law's relationship is so good. It's just that."

She changed her voice and said to Chang Yan: "Miss Chang, I have been used to your company all these years. If you don't come, my house will be deserted."

"We still have to come and play often, and my husband will win."

She glanced at the bunch of children: "This child's feelings are only warmed up everywhere. You haven't seen him for a few days, don't you miss him?"

Chang Yan's eyes flickered slightly.

Mrs. Zhuoya's suggestion made her feel sinking.

That woman is Fu Ying's mother. Mother and child are connected. Even if they haven't seen each other for a few years, the child is innocent, and she will be sweet with a few words.

She took care of Fu Ying for three years. Will the child's feelings for her fade?

She took a breath and smiled at Madam Zhuo Ya and said, "Of course I miss him. I heard that Madam is going to bring him, and she made time to make him the pudding cake he likes."

Madam Zhuoya glanced at the cake on the table: "This cake is really beautiful. It's still your handymanship. Everything is delicious."

She waved to Fu Ying who was playing in the distance: "Fu Ying, come here."

Hearing someone calling him, the little guy threw the ball away and ran over.

Chang Yan didn't see Fu Ying for several days, saw his sweat, wiped his sweat with a handkerchief, and teased him: "Why, I haven't seen me for several days, don't you miss me?" Sister's online service, help you find books and chat with you, please search hot text on WeChat or r4 waiting for you