Strongly Locked Up, Fu Shao’s Dumb New Wife

After Su Xiang taught Fu Ying another lesson, he wondered how to send the child back.

The child came here secretly, and there must be someone from the Fu family.

It's okay to send it back. It's okay to bother Fu's people who are arguing with her again. What's more worrying about her is that Fu Ying's travel will be restricted in the future.

She told Fu Ying just now that if you want to come to her, you can call to pick him up, or you can take the bus by yourself, but you must not take a taxi by yourself.

It is too dangerous for a child to take a taxi.

She didn't know how Fu Hanchuan taught her children, how could she let him run around like this?

After the surprise, Su Xiang complained full of Fu Hanchuan.

Fu Ying glanced at Su Xiang, dangled his calf indifferently, ate an apple and said, "What's so annoying about this. Just call and talk to my dad and it's okay."

Su Xiang was holding the phone in her hand, and the series of numbers displayed on the screen were exactly Fu Hanchuan's, but she didn't dial out.

Su Xiang rolled his eyebrows and glanced at him, which was simple.

She didn't want to see Fu Hanchuan at all, nor did she want to talk to him.

Su Xiang said: "If he knows you sneaked out, have you figured out how to tell him?"

Fu Ying thought of Fu Hanchuan's serious face, and his small face was strained.

When he was lost last time, Dad was angry.

He scratched his ears, and quietly moved his **** to Su Xiang's side. He was also afraid that he would be beaten when he returned.

Fu Ying rolled his eyes and discussed: "Just say you picked me up, so I won't be angry with you, how about it?"

Su Xiang was thinking about how to deal with the aftermath. Fu Ying's remarks told her to temporarily withdraw from her mind. She took a breath and said seriously: "Who taught you how to trade like this?"

Fu Ying squatted and said, "Can't it?"

Aunt Chang often followed him like this.

Su Xiang said: "Fu Ying, the transaction also represents the exchange of interests. Do you and me have an interest relationship?"

Fu Ying frowned. Su Xiang glanced at him, and then returned to the phone. She was suffering from a headache. The phone rang first. Su Xiang seemed to be clutching a hot potato, and her brows became tighter.

Fu Ying leaned his head and took a look at her mobile phone. He remembered Fu Hanchuan's mobile phone number. After a glance, he immediately retracted his neck and looked at Su Xiang pitifully with his eyes open.

The slick eyes looked like a little milk dog squatting at the gate.

Su Xiang took a deep breath and picked up the phone: "It's me."

On the other end of the phone, the man’s low voice penetrated: “Of course I know it’s you, otherwise, can I make the wrong call?”

Su Xiang: "..."

The man's voice rang again: "Is Fu Ying with you?"

The phone's voice was not loud, but Fu Ying put his ears upright and shrank subconsciously when he heard his father call the name.

Su Xiang felt that the clothes on her side seemed to be torn off. She looked down, and the corners of her clothes were dragged to the outside of her thighs.

She glanced at Fu Ying and said to the phone: "Yeah."

She thought for a while: "How do you know?"

Fu Hanchuan seemed to sneer, skipping the idiot question, and said in a deep voice, "I will give you half an hour and send him home."

Su Xiang was taken aback for a moment, and couldn't believe that Fu Hanchuan had such a talkative day.

Fu Hanchuan hung up the phone after only one sentence. Su Xiang stared at the quiet cell phone, according to that person's temper, shouldn't it be yin and yang again, or thunderous?

I knew that

Su Xiang was eager to move. If she knew she would let Fu Ying live here, as long as the Fu family's people send Fu Ying's schoolbag to the school tomorrow.

However, it was obviously impossible, and Fu Hanchuan didn't even want her to meet Fu Ying.

Su Xiang squinted his eyes, thinking about it this way, and even felt that there was something wrong with it.

The car stopped at the villa complex on Guhua Road until it turned off.

It was less than six o'clock, but the surroundings were dark, and only the street lights were dimly lit.

Upstairs, Fu Hanchuan was standing on the balcony smoking a cigarette. Mother Song passed the living room and looked at the man standing on the balcony.

The generous figure was half-bent, and his elbows were arbitrarily supported on the balcony railings, and the thin smoke floated up.

When I came back today, I didn't enter the study, but smoked on the balcony?

Because he can only see his back, I don't know if he is upset or something else.

The young master was not at home and did not hear him ask.

Mother Song thought, maybe she went to the old house, so she didn't rush to find someone.

Mother Song went to the balcony and asked, "Sir, supper is ready, do you want to take it out?"

Fu Hanchuan didn't turn his head back, and said, "No, it's down."

Mother Song was stunned and opened her eyes slightly. Isn't she getting old and misunderstanding?

fall down?

This is the first time in her history as a babysitter.

And this master son, although bad-tempered and difficult to deal with, but he didn't criticize her in particular.

Mother Song thought she had done something wrong, and said in fear: "Sir."

Fu Hanchuan didn't wait for her to ask questions, so he interrupted her impatiently: "If you fall, you fall."

"Yes, sir"

Mother Song had to do as he ordered, but fortunately, there were not many meals prepared.

On the balcony, Fu Hanchuan squinted his eyes slightly while looking at the car slowly stopping downstairs.

He took a puff of cigarette, white smoke floated from his mouth, his eyes flashed like he was staring at the prey, and the corners of his lips twitched slightly.

He took out his mobile phone, and the screen of the mobile phone lit up in the dim light, making his face even more evil and enchanting.

With a cigarette in one hand, he dialed the number with the other.

As soon as Su Xiang stopped the car, the phone rang, and she frowned slightly. When she saw the number on it, her eyebrows became even tighter.

She picked up the phone: "I have delivered Fu Ying, and he will come up immediately, without you urging him."

On the phone, the man’s voice was low and sloppy. What he said was: "Su Xiang, do you think that if you send the child, this matter is over?"

Su Xiang's heart sighed, as expected, speaking well is not Fu Hanchuan's style.

She pressed her temper and said, "What do you want?"

"I'm talking about sending the child home. What do you mean?"

Su Xiang squeezed his fist and glanced at the top of the building from the car window.

The building was so high that almost every house had lights on, and the view from the car windows restricted her vision. Su Xiang took a deep breath, pinched his fingers, and gritted his teeth and said, "Is it necessary?"

On the other side of the phone, Fu Hanchuan's yin and yang voice came over: "Whether it is necessary, it depends on your credibility. If you want to see Fu Ying in the future."

Su Xiang almost heard the creaking of his fists.

Fu Hanchuan, bastard!

With a click, Su Xiang broke the phone and breathed in anger. In the passenger seat, Fu Ying played with the seat belt. Hearing that Su Xiang's call was over, he looked up at her, his eyebrows frowned and his mouth opened. There seems to be something to say.

Su Xiang eased his emotions, lowered his head and saw that the little guy wanted to speak but stopped, and asked softly: "What are you going to say?"

Fu Ying scratched his head, thought for a while, or asked, "Why don't you live here?"

"Because of that child, dad doesn't want it?"

Fu Ying asked two questions in a row, and Su Xiang was stunned.

She did not expect that Fu Ying would ask at this time.

But these problems, she will eventually face.

Su Xiang touched his small face. The child's skin was warm and soft. She thought about it and said, "The question you asked is a bit complicated, so you have to ask me why, and it is difficult for me to answer you."

"Maybe as you grow up, you will understand these problems yourself."

"But Fu Ying, there are many things in this world, not just as simple as what you hear or see. Many times, you need to think carefully."

She paused, then continued: "So if you hear something bad about you, don't believe it lightly."

"Otherwise your misunderstanding will make that person very sad, you know?"

Su Xiang said something profound, she didn't know if Fu Ying could understand it. It's just that she and Fu Hanchuan's past, those grievances and entanglements, can't be said clearly in a few sentences, nor can they be told to the child in a few words.

After getting out of the car, Su Xiang took Fu Ying's little hand and walked into the corridor.

Fu Ying thought that Su Xiang would just send him downstairs and leave like the previous few times, but she didn't expect that she would bring him in by the hand.

"Are you going to send me up?"

"Yeah." Su Xiang squeezed his little hand, sweating slightly in the palm of his hand.

The little guy was a little excited. After a while, he left behind his previous entangled problems, and didn't notice the strangeness of Su Xiang.

And Su Xiang, the closer he was to the former "home", the more nervous he became.

She hadn't thought of taking another step here.

The elevator quickly stopped on the floor where Fu's house was located. She took another breath and led Fu Ying out of the elevator.

She tried her best to relax herself, but looking at the door in front of her, her chest and heart kept contracting.

When Fu Ying was a few steps away from the door, he ran over, naively thinking that if his mother was there, someone would give him a lot of money, so he wouldn't be scolded by his father.

The little guy pressed the code on tiptoes. Mother Song heard a sound at the door and came out. When she saw Su Xiang standing outside the door, she was stunned and blurted out: "Mrs."

I haven't seen each other for three years. Mother Song has always missed Su Xiang very much. When she first met, her excited voice changed.

How long Su Xiang lived here, and how long Song's mother stayed here. She witnessed all the joys, sorrows, sorrows, sorrows and joys of Su Xiang after she became the wife of this family.

When Su Xiang sent Fu Ying home, he actually saw Mama Song once or twice, but he didn't dare to come out to meet.

She twitched the corners of her lips and hugged mother Song: "Mother Song"

Mother Song was stunned when she heard her talking, and looked at her in astonishment: "Mrs., you"

At this time, a cool male voice suddenly sounded: "You master and servant are deeply affectionate, and there is no end to it?"

Upon hearing this, Song's mother took a step back and let Su Xiang in. Su Xiang frowned, pressing down all the emotions in her heart and stepping through the door.

Fu Hanchuan glanced at her feet, then did not glance at Su Xiang again. He turned his head and looked at Fu Ying coldly and said, "You come here for me."

Fu Ying squashed his mouth, and followed him with his head hanging down.

In the living room, Fu Hanchuan was sitting on the sofa, and the little guy stood in front of him, grabbing the back of his neck with his little hands and pulling his pants for a while.

"Who told you to run away from home?"

"dad"

He didn't run away from home, he went out to explore.

Just before Fu Ying said anything, the man came down with another reproach: "What happened last time, you don't have a long memory?"

Fu Ying was fierce by him. He glanced at the man's dark complexion, and the beans began to fall out of his eyes. The little guy looked at Su Xiang for help, but Fu Hanchuan yelled at him and said, "Stand up for me. ."

"Tell me, how did you get there?"

Leaving aside Fu Ying and running to find Su Xiang, this is not the first time he has left the sight of an adult without permission. If he is not warned, this child will be more courageous and lawless.

Fu Ying rubbed his eyes, crying and said: "Take the car."

"What car?"

Su Xiang stood aside, looking at Fu Hanchuan scolding his son.

She had already educated Fu Ying about running around without permission, and she didn't want to see how he taught her son. She said: "He is here to find me, I have already told him. Is it okay?"

As soon as Su Xiang spoke, the man looked up at her coldly, and said, "Go back to the room and think about it, not allowed to come out."

The words were meant for Fu Ying. The little guy didn't dare to talk back to him at this time, and went to the room obediently.

Su Xiang stared at the man's stern gaze. She knew too well what his gaze meant.

Before he was troubled, she squeezed her finger slightly, lifted her chin, and said: "I have sent Fu Ying to him, please don't be embarrassed by Mr. Fu to stop me from meeting with him."

There was a cold snort in the man's nose: "Mr. Fu?"

Su Xiang pursed his lips without making any words, and rolled his head, there was silence in the air.

One second, two seconds, time is ticking.

Mother Song saw that the battle seemed to be on the bar again, and she retreated consciously.

At this time, there was a rustling sound in the air. Fu Hanchuan stood up, the tall figure blocking the light in front of Su Xiang, casting a huge shadow.

Su Xiang's eyelashes trembled slightly, and his chin was pinched and forced to turn his head. There was no expression on the man's face in front of him, and the black eyes were not bottomed.

"If you say a sir, I can still understand that you are calling me a husband, but you, Mr. Fu, are trying to get rid of me?"

After he finished speaking, he took a step forward and pressed against her body and his toes against her.

"You want me to tell you, am I who you are?"

At such a close distance, Su Xiang could clearly smell the faint smell of tobacco on his body, and he could also clearly feel his warm breath spraying on her face.

His eyes were evil and angry, and the thinly callused fingers tightened again and again, and she frowned because of pain.

"Su Xiang, do you think I don't know, do you pick up Fu Ying these days?"

"If I didn't open one eye and close the other, do you think you can?"

"As you said, I'm still your man, so you can send him lunch and pick him up from school."

"Do you think I will let an irrelevant person contact my son?"

The man said sentence by sentence, and the heart of Su Xiang's chest was beating.

What Fu Hanchuan said, she was not surprised.

If it weren't for him to let go, Fu Ying couldn't walk home by herself, and she would have no chance to pick up the child.

It's just that she can't bear it

Su Xiang's hand hanging down, his fist couldn't help being clenched, and he couldn't help pushing his hand away.

That one pushed hard and successfully pushed his hand away. Su Xiang touched his chin, and said coldly: "It's just a couple in my legal name. If you are not happy that I call you that way, you can call you Fu Hanchuan. ."

"Just based on our current relationship, there is really no need to pretend to be intimacy. Don't make trouble too ugly."

She glanced at Fu Ying's children's room, she didn't want the children to see it.

"I have sent people back, so I won't take up your place."

Su Xiang put the words down and turned around to leave, the man behind her, a cold voice fell.

"stop."

Su Xiang paused, turned his head and looked around, and saw the man clutching his stomach and frowning and said, "Go cook."

Su Xiang was stunned there, did she hear her right?

She looked at his clutching stomach, remembering that Fu Hanchuan had stomach problems.

But with Song's mother at home, how could it be possible that dinner was not prepared at home?

In the guest room, Mother Song quietly listened to the movement outside the door, she couldn't hear what was said outside, but her mouth opened when she heard the word "cooking".

What does this mean, sir?

In the living room, Fu Hanchuan glared at Su Xiang and said, "What are you still waiting for?"

He also glanced at Fu Ying's children's room: "You only sent Fu Ying over at this time. Has he eaten?"

Su Xiang was speechless.

When Fu Ying was with her, he sent the people back without time to eat. But Su Xiang still maintains his original thinking. There is Song's mother at home, and it is just right to eat at this time. Why do you want her to cook dinner?

She is not the nanny here.

What and what is this?

But considering Fu Ying, Su Xiang endured forbearance and went into the kitchen to take a look.

In the trash can, the rice and vegetables are mixed together and soaked in the fish head soup, with a slight layer of heat floating on it, and the oil flower has not yet solidified.

The voice of the man behind him came: "Overnight."

After the man had finished speaking, he left the kitchen.

Su Xiang glanced at his back, walked to the refrigerator and opened it.

The large double-door refrigerator contains a lot of seasonings, but there are not many ingredients that can be used.

The Fu family has a small population, and Song's mother buys few ingredients. Basically, she only buys the same day's, and today is when the refrigerator is emptied.

Su Xiang took a breath and took two scallion pancake crusts from the refrigerator, a handful of lettuce, two eggs, bacon and cheese, and another pack of instant noodles and two oranges.

This has all the ingredients available in the refrigerator.

She doesn't know when the instant noodles will be prepared in Fu's refrigerator, but she can only store them.

She boiled water in one pan, and fry hand cakes in the other pan.

Outside the kitchen door, Fu Hanchuan put his hands in his pockets, listening to the sound inside, his eyes softened slightly.

In this kitchen, she once belonged to her world, and every day she can eat the things she made by herself.

Fu's restaurant after a few minutes.

Fu Hanchuan sat face-to-face with Fu Ying, watching the instant noodles wrapped in hand-held biscuits in front of them, the cheese on the ice crust was slightly reduced, and there was a faint scallion oil smell.

There is also a plate of cut oranges in the center of the table.

Fu Ying looked up at Fu Hanchuan: "Dad, what is this?"

Su Xiang left after finishing this simple dinner.

Fu Hanchuan said indifferently: "Dinner."

Fu Ying hadn't even eaten instant noodles. He always ate normal food, and the school cafeteria didn't make such strange things.

He looked at the strange cake, and he couldn't make a mouthful of it.

"Dad, is this really made by mom?"

"..."

"Dad, mom made lunch much better than this, I also ate chestnut chicken this afternoon, and"

Fu Hanchuan squeezed the knife and fork, listening to his son's chatter, coldly said: "Eating, what to do with so much nonsense."

"Oh" Fu Ying pouted, and ate obediently.

At this time, Mother Song had already come out of the guest room, watching the new-style hand-cooked pie, which was quite interesting.

Fu Hanchuan glanced at her coldly: "Why are there so few things in the refrigerator?"

A dinner was finished in a few minutes, and the woman didn't stay a minute, put down the plate and left, as if there were nails piercing her feet.

Mother Song is also very innocent. She obviously prepared a hot dinner, but he ordered it all down.

She said: "The ingredients are prepared too much, and they won't be fresh after two days."

My wife used to be at home and bought the freshest dishes from the suburban market, especially fish, shrimps, rivers, and the like. She never kept them in the refrigerator overnight.

Fu Ying used a fork to roll up the instant noodles. The little guy ate it for the first time and found it very interesting: "Mother Song, Ma Song, is this noodle rolled up like hair?"

Mother Song said funny: "That's instant noodles. The wife downstairs gave it to me. They said it was a new-style ramen."

Mother Song has been working as a babysitter in this community for a long time, and she has a good relationship with other residents in this building.

Fu Hanchuan closed his eyes and said, "It's okay, go and collect the kitchen."

Mother Song went to the kitchen with a "hey", and the voice of the man behind her continued: "Prepare more refrigerators in the future."

Before Song's mother had time to agree, the man changed his mind again: "Forget it, just follow the original habit."

That woman, if she can come once, she may not be willing again in the future.

Before leaving, Su Xiang only said a word to him.

She said: "Fu Hanchuan, your mother told me to stay away from you"

In the middle of the night, Fu Hanchuan was sitting in the study room with a cigarette in his hand, and the white smoke rose straight up and then spread, so there was a faint smell of tar in the air.

The big white cat curled up into a ball and lay on his lap to sleep. The man's big hand was stroking without a moment. He slightly squinted his eyes and stared at the computer screen, not knowing what he was thinking, his eyes flashed with cold light.

And Su Xiang has already returned to Xiangyuan.

After washing, she was lying on the bed and couldn't sleep, looking at the ceiling with her eyes open.

There are a lot of things happening today, from the hard fight with Mrs. Zhuoya to the sudden Fu Ying, and then to Fu Hanchuan later, she was a little overwhelmed, and her mind was chaotic.

The phone on the bedside table rang twice, Su Xiang looked up and grabbed the phone.

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