Strongly Locked Up, Fu Shao’s Dumb New Wife

Fu's Building.

Fu Hanchuan hung up the phone and walked to the door of the lounge. The door was open. There was a small man lying on the wide bed with a schoolbag tilted down on the head of the bed.

The little guy had just picked up from school, and was lying down now.

Fu Hanchuan put the phone back in his pocket, walked in and stood beside the bed, looking at him condescendingly, the little guy moved, and his long eyelashes slammed down.

The man bends down slightly and puts his hand on his son's forehead, which is a bit hot.

He twisted his eyebrows and retracted his hand, and said, "Uncomfortable?"

Fu Ying nodded silently, curled up pitifully.

Fu Hanchuan sighed and lifted the quilt around his legs to cover him: "Sleep first."

He told Xiao Jia to go to the drugstore to buy anti-fever medicine for children, but no one came back yet.

Fu Hanchuan picked up his schoolbag, put it on the cabinet on the side, and then walked out.

Outside the lounge, Fu Hanchuan sat on a large leather chair, continuing to deal with official duties, occasionally glancing at the time display in the lower right corner of the computer.

After a while, Xiao Jia came in and gave him the medicine he had bought: "Mr. Fu, this is the antipyretic medicine for children recommended by the pharmacy. It is said to have low side effects."

Fu Hanchuan said "Um" and asked Xiao Jia to leave the medicine. Xiao Jia looked at Fu Hanchuan as he was busy, so he glanced into the lounge and said, "Mr. Fu, do you want me to take care of Fu Ying first?"

Fu Hanchuan looked up at her and said lightly, "No, do your thing."

The boss said so, Xiao Jia didn't want to be labelled like a boss, so he slipped out.

Fu Hanchuan glanced at the medicine on the table, lightly tapped his finger on the corner of the table, and glanced at the time again, his eyes moved slightly.

He picked up the medicine and walked back to the lounge again. The little guy sat quietly on the bedside reading a book, and the lid of the schoolbag on the cupboard opened.

Fu Hanchuan said: "Why don't you sleep?"

Fu Ying shook his head and said cleverly: "I don't want to sleep."

Fu Hanchuan walked over and put the medicine on the bedside table. Fu Ying glanced at the small medicine bottle, his eyes trembled, and slowly turned a page of the book.

"dad"

Fu Hanchuan was reading the instructions for the medicine: "Huh?"

Fu Ying turned a page of the book again, and said in a loud voice, "Dad, I don't want to take medicine."

Fu Hanchuan glanced at the little guy, his eyebrows moved slightly: "Then go home and rest?"

Fu Ying looked up at him: "Are you not working anymore?"

Fu Hanchuan put the book in his hand away and put it in his schoolbag and said, "Let Uncle Qiao Shen send you back."

Fu Ying got up from the bed and put his arms into Fu Hanchuan's unfolded sleeves. The jacket was put on, and he was lying on Fu Hanchuan's shoulders in awe.

Fu Hanqi picked up his son with one hand, put his other arm through the strap of the schoolbag, then bent down and squatted down, putting his son's shoes on his fingers and went out.

Fu Ying hugged his father's neck, and asked with an awkward voice: "Is she coming yet?"

Fu Hanchuan walked to the door of the office, but he paused without answering him immediately.

In the parking lot, Fu Hanchuan put his son in the car and ordered Qiao Shen to return the child to his villa on Guhua Road.

Su Xiang heard Fu Hanchuan say that Fu Ying was ill, and rushed over from Xiangyuan.

Because Fu Hanchuan had greeted the front desk before, Su Xiang went directly to the elevator when he arrived at Fu, and came here in a hurry.

Su Xiang came to the Fu once, and was already familiar with the road. In a hurry, he went all the way to the president's office. Xiao Jia saw Su Xiang hurriedly walking by and immediately stood up to receive her.

"Miss Su, wait a moment, and I will ask the president first."

Xiao Jia is young, but she learns and comprehends quickly. She learned the experience from Qiao Shen last time, and now she is much more calm.

Su Xiang paused, Xiao Jia glanced at the secretary's room and hinted, Su Xiang understood immediately and nodded.

She was so anxious that she didn't think so much for a while.

The relationship between her and Fu Hanchuan is not clear to the people here. If she goes into Fu Hanchuan's office without being notified, it will definitely cause some rumors.

And the last thing she needs is these rumors.

Xiao Jia went into Fu Hanchuan's office and asked for instructions: "Ms. Fu, Miss Su is here."

Fu Hanchuan's fingers on the keyboard paused, without lifting his head, he only said, "Let her come in."

In the corridor outside the door, Su Xiang waited quietly, and when Xiaojia had notified her, she walked in.

In the office, Fu Hanchuan was still dealing with official duties. After Su Xiang entered, he swept around in his office, but he did not see Fu Ying.

Her eyebrows frowned: "Where is Fu Ying?"

Without seeing the child, Su Xiang subconsciously thought that Fu Hanchuan had another trick to trick her over.

After all, he was in bad condition.

Fu Hanchuan did not speak, Su Xiang took a deep breath, took a step forward, and said angrily: "Fu Hanchuan, are you so interesting?"

"If it's for that car, you can just say it."

"Fu Ying is your son. You lied to me with the excuse that he was sick. Are you too much!"

With a click, a slightly accented keyboard sound fell, and Fu Hanchuan knocked on the last character and raised his head to look at the angry woman.

His thin lips were pressed tightly, and there was a hint of coldness on his already serious face.

"Done?"

Su Xiang glanced at his expression and subconsciously squeezed his fingers.

Fu Hanchuan glanced at her, and the corners of his lips twitched mockingly and said, "Do you think I lied to you?"

Su Xiang stalked his neck: "Otherwise?"

The facts are here.

Fu Hanchuan stood up, and his tall body stood straight there. The area of ​​his office area was already a step higher, which made it even more tall and oppressive.

Su Xiang twisted it out, and simply turned his head aside and didn't look at him.

As soon as he heard the clatter of footsteps approaching, Fu Hanchuan's expression was cold and he said, "He is very uncomfortable, Qiao Shen sent him home."

Su Xiang was startled, opened his mouth, and then became angry again.

She said angrily: "Fu Ying is sick. If you don't send him to the hospital, you bring him back to the company and send him home, you toss him like this?"

"..."

The air in the office suddenly cooled.

The coldness on Fu Hanchuan's body became stronger, and his breath became slightly heavy, and at this moment, Su Xiang was no longer afraid of him.

That was still a child, how could he toss his son like this!

Fu Hanchuan walked down the steps, approaching Su Xiang in two steps with his long legs, and looked at her condescendingly.

Su Xiang's heartbeat thumped, she was calm, she pursed her lips, and then said: "If you are busy with work and can't take good care of him, then"

"Leave it to you to raise?"

Fu Hanchuan's thin lips opened and closed, and the extremely cold voice interrupted Su Xiang's words.

From her angry and red face, Fu Hanchuan could see what she wanted to say at a glance.

This woman has always written her emotions on her face.

After that sentence, Su Xiang glared at him and squeezed his fist.

Yes, she meant that!

Fu Hanchuan sneered coldly, his thin lips lifted up again, extremely ironic.

He said: "Su Xiang, how can you teach me about Fu Ying?"

"Now that he is sick, you are anxious? Want to send him over?"

"The last three years, where were you when he was looking for you?"

"Why do you accuse me unjustly?"

Su Xiang tightened his eyebrows, his face flushed, and his fists clenched: "Fu Hanchuan"

Fu Hanchuan didn't give her a chance to speak at all, and continued: "You don't know anything."

He took a deep look at her, turned and walked back, and sat back in the leather chair.

He has taken care of the children alone for the past three years, all in the last heavy brief sentence.

Su Xiang's breath was slightly choked, and his throat choked slightly.

Regardless of the reason why she left Beicheng, he was the only one who took care of Fu Ying over the years.

The man didn't look at her again, and buried himself in work again, and a low voice came: "I'm very busy"

Su Xiang bit his lip, turned around and walked towards the door, putting his palm on the doorknob.

At this time, the man's low voice came from behind again: "He is at home. If you feel uneasy, go and see."

Su Xiang paused, opened the door with a click and walked out.

Hearing the sound of the door clicking on the door frame again, Fu Hanchuan's fingers on the keyboard stopped quickly.

He looked at the line of words on it, sighed heavily, took out a pack of cigarettes from the drawer, and tapped one.

In the misty white smoke, a line of words was written on the computer screen: Even in the best marriage, there will be two hundred thoughts of divorce in one's life, and the impulse to choke each other fifty times.

This is what the American writer Wenger said.

Hearing it by chance, somehow, he wrote it down.

The woman was getting bolder and bolder, and she even dared to mention that Fu Ying was going to pass.

Who lent her courage?

When the woman was chattering with her aura, she really wanted to choke her to death and make her shut up.

Fu Hanchuan held the cigarette, pressed the tip of his tongue against the filter, touched his lower lip with his fingers, and a faint smile flashed under his eyes.

After Su Xiang got out of Fu's Building, he immediately went to Guhua Road.

She couldn't rest assured that she hadn't seen Fu Ying.

When she arrived at Fu's villa, Song's mother opened the door for her.

"too"

When Mother Song saw Su Xiang, she always couldn't change her mouth. She opened her mouth and screamed and then realized, patted her head: "Oh, look at my brain always"

Su Xiang didn't care about what Song's mother called her, and said anxiously: "Where is Fu Ying, is it in the room?"

Mother Song nodded: "Yes, yeah, the doctor is here."

Su Xiang went straight to the children's ward. In the room, the little guy was lying on the bed with a wet towel on his forehead to cool down. When Su Xiang came in, he took off the towel and threw it aside, his head turned towards the wall.

Before Qiao Shen left, he greeted Su Xiang: "Miss Su."

Su Xiang glanced at the little guy, nodded at Qiao Shen, and then looked at the man standing on the side.

This is the family doctor of the Fu family, and Su Xiang remembers him.

After Qiao Shen sent the child back, he called the doctor to come over.

Su Xiang asked: "How about, do you want to go to the hospital for infusion?"

The doctor put away the thermometer, glanced at the quiet little guy, smiled and said to Su Xiang: "It doesn't matter. The kid is naughty, and it will be fine after a rest."

After he finished speaking, he seemed to have nothing to say, and then said: "If Miss Su can accompany him more, it should be better and faster."

Su Xiang only thought about the child's illness and didn't think much about it. He nodded sadly, "Okay, I get it."

The doctor left after seeing the consultation. Qiao Shen wanted to return to the company to go to work, so he greeted Su Xiang and left with the doctor.

Only Su Xiang and Fu Ying were left in the room.

Su Xiang closed the door, sat down by the bed, reached out his hand to pick up the wet towel, re-passed it in cold water and put it on his son's head.

"Is it uncomfortable?"

She touched her son's small face and neck, and then touched her own. It didn't feel so hot, and the hanging heart relaxed.

Fu Ying groaned and turned over his body and turned his back to her.

Su Xiang looked at the little guy's awkward appearance. These days she went to school to pick him up, and he didn't care much about him.

I do not know how it is.

Su Xiang thought he was having trouble with his classmates at school, but he couldn't ask him anything.

Seeing that this is still the case today, she took a breath, lowered her waist and asked in front of her son: "Fu Ying, what's the matter with you, why are you ignoring me?"

The warm breath flickered on his little face, Fu Ying drilled his head into the pillow, and his little hand picked up the quilt and buried his face.

From the quilt, the sound of urn sighing came: "Why do you still care about me?"

Su Xiang was taken aback when he heard these words. Is it because of her feelings that he is irritating these days?

Su Xiang tore off the quilt: "Tell me, why are you angry with me? I change it, okay?"

Fu Ying moved his head and held his breath in his stomach. He stretched out his hand and threw the towel out, then turned over again, and said angrily, "Aren't you just taking care of your game? Are you coming? Why are you looking for me?"

The sound suffocating in the pillow contained the accusation of the neglected child's grievance.

Su Xiang: "..."

Fu Ying's face was buried in the pillow, and Su Xiang could only see the back of his head.

After each promotion in the dance competition, there is more pressure. In order to get better results, she must be more attentive.

But in this way, there is not so much care for the children.

During this time, in order to concentrate on the game, she did not prepare lunch for him at noon.

The child's complaint made Su Xiang feel guilty and contradictory.

She reached out and touched Fu Ying's soft hair and said, "Fu Ying, that's mom's job."

"Didn't I tell you before? Didn't you also tell me to come on?"

"Humph!" Fu Ying made a heavy nasal voice, and Su Xiang didn't say anything, making him lose his temper despite his anger.

Fu Ying felt a little sulky, and turned his head to face the wall, and said muffledly: "If it were her, she would definitely put everything down and accompany me."

"In your heart, I am not important to you at all."

Su Xiang was startled: "She?"

Her heart sank. Who else could this "she" in Fu Ying's mouth be?

When Su Xiang planned to concentrate on the game, he had already done ideological work for Fu Ying. At this moment, Fu Ying suddenly became angry, and 80% of it was the woman who said something in front of him.

Su Xiang didn't immediately talk about Chang Yan, but said: "Fu Ying, if my mother doesn't work hard, it will not only affect me, but also those who work hard for their dreams, as well as those who work in my mother's studio."

"If there are no good results in the competition, many people cannot make more money and cannot support their families."

Fu Ying was silent, and hummed: "That's their business, they can find other jobs."

Su Xiang frowned slightly, Fu Ying thought that even Madam Zhuo Ya would not think so.

No matter how much the people of Fu's family are, they have been working hard to maintain Fu's position for the sake of the tens of thousands of Fu's employees.

Su Xiang's eyes moved slightly, and he took out his mobile phone from his handbag and said, "Okay, then I'll call them and tell them that I want to accompany my son. Tell them to find another boss to work."

"They are disabled. If you have a kind boss, you should be able to accept them soon. If not, it doesn't matter. Just let them wait and they will always find a job. It's okay to be hungry."

"Anyway, they are not as important as my son."

As Su Xiang was talking, the phone clicked the button.

Fu Ying moved, he sat up and stared at Su Xiang with a pair of dark eyes. Su Xiang stared at him with his eyes: "Well, are you not happy?"

Fu Ying blushed, and squeezed his small fist and said loudly, "I didn't tell you not to let them!"

Su Xiang smiled, squeezed his son's face and said, "You also think this is wrong, don't you?"

Fu Yingmao kept his eyes silent, but he did not speak, indicating that he was tacitly acquiesced.

Su Xiang put the phone away and said to Fu Ying earnestly: "Fu Ying, my mother doesn't want to tell you any great truths, but no matter what age you are, you must know the word responsibility."

"Children have the responsibilities of children, and adults have the responsibilities of adults. As you grow up, the more things you encounter, the more responsibilities you have on your shoulders."

"You can also shirk it, as long as you want." Su Xiang pointed to the little guy's chest, then pointed to his own chest, "Those people trust their mothers, and they put their future lives on me. My mother agreed. They, in my heart, are unwilling to let go of them."

"Unless they take the initiative to leave me, or I will take care of them."

Fu Ying frowned, his expression tangled.

He could understand her meaning, but he didn't want to admit that he was playing tricks in his heart.

Su Xiang looked at him, rubbed his hair and said, "Are you hungry? Mom makes small wontons for you?"

Fu Ying glanced at her, bowed his head and grabbed the quilt.

Su Xiang lowered his head to tease him: "Do you like Kaiyang wonton?"

Hot breath sprayed on his neck, Fu Ying shrank his neck, and turned his head arrogantly. Su Xiang looked at the corners of his lips that he couldn't help but smiled: "Okay, then you Get angry for a while. Mom will make you wontons."

Su Xiang went to the kitchen and opened the refrigerator. It was full of ingredients. Fortunately, she had the ingredients she wanted, otherwise she would go to the supermarket to buy it.

She took the things needed to make wontons and placed them neatly on the counter, put on an apron and rolled up her sleeves to make wontons.

Mother Song watched Su Xiang's face-to-face, turned around and smiled secretly.

About an hour ago, Fu Hanchuan suddenly called home and asked her to go to the market to buy vegetables and prepare more.

Mother Song thought there was a visitor at home, so she hurriedly ran to the supermarket. As soon as her front foot arrived, Qiao Shen came back with Fu Win on her back foot.

It turned out that the young master was sick.

Mother Song thought that the child was sick and had no appetite, so she asked her to buy more vegetables and choose what the child likes to make for him.

It turned out that the wife came back to cook.

Su Xiang was kneading the dough, thinking about it when he was quiet, and felt something was wrong.

The last time she came, the refrigerator was empty. She searched it and made an instant noodle hand cake. Why did she see that the refrigerator was full of dangdang just now?

Putting all these doubts aside, this is the small wonton she is good at for Fu Ying again three years later.

She has dexterous hands, squeezing one in each hand, neatly placed on the plate, while boiling water, fry the egg skins in another pan.

After a while, a pot of small wontons was made, Su Xiang filled the bowl, and left a bowl for Mother Song, and then went to Fu Ying's room with the bowl.

The little guy was sitting on the bed reading a book, and when he saw Su Xiang coming in, he lowered his head and put on a serious look.

Su Xiang didn't say anything. He sat down by the bed and said with a smile: "Fu Ying, how about mother feeding you?"

Fu Ying didn't raise his head, but when Su Xiang stretched his spoon over, the little guy raised his head in time and swallowed the soft and fragrant wonton.

After eating a bowl, Su Xiang wiped his small mouth with that tissue, "Are you still eating?"

Fu Ying shook his head and yawned, "I'm full."

Seeing him drowsy, Su Xiang put the empty bowl on the bedside table, took his book in his hand and glanced at it. It was an extracurricular reading in the elementary school.

The little guy picked up the quilt and lay down. Su Xiang said, "Fu Ying, my mother hasn't accompany you to bed for a long time. I'll hold you to sleep, okay?"

The little guy glanced at her, nodded, his face a little red.

Su Xiang smiled, took off his shoes, took the corner of the quilt and lay in, and hugged his son in his arms.

She patted him with her hand, and Man Sheng said, "Fu Ying, in fact, you are not sick, right?"

The little guy glanced at her in astonishment, Su Xiang squinted at him, Fu Ying immediately turned his head quickly, his face blushing.

Su Xiang touched his hot little ears, and sighed long, "I'm your mother, I know if you are sick or not."

I don't know if mother and child are connected. When she is far away, she sometimes feels uncomfortable and flustered in her body, but not many times.

She thought that her son might be sick.

But she can't come back

Su Xiang blinked her eyes and pressed the unbearable memory of the past to the bottom of her heart. She said, "You miss your mother so that you can attract my attention in this way, isn't it?"

Fu Ying pursed his small mouth, and finally he was willing to speak. He muffled: "When you used to participate in the competition, you would be happy with me."

Fu Ying had only a vague memory at that time.

On TV, her students were performing, and she took his little hand to teach him.

That memory was far away to him, and some of the things Chang Yan said to him that day made him complain about Su Xiang, and that's how it came out.

In fact, he had been in a commotion for a few days, and she thought he was quarreling with his classmates at school.

Lian Liang told him that he wanted to know if his mother really cared about him, as long as she would come when she was sick.

Su Xiang touched his face, then squeezed his little hand and said, "It's because my mother is too busy to pay attention to your emotions. You will come to see their games in the future, okay"

As they spoke, the eyelids of the two gradually sank, and the people embracing in the room fell asleep peacefully.

The sunlight outside the window gradually shifted from one end of the room to the other, and the bright yellow light gradually dyed the sunset red

Mother Song looked at it was almost five, and hesitated to ask Su Xiang if she was here to prepare dinner. The door was locked behind her, and Mother Song turned her head and said, "Mr. Fu, you are back."

I came back early today, and the sun hasn't set yet.

Fu Hanchuan said "Um" and changed shoes at the door. Turning around, she saw Mother Song's slightly fat body swaying towards Fu Ying's room.

The man's low voice sounded: "Where to go?"

Mother Song stopped and turned her head, pointed her finger in the direction of the children's room and said, "I'll ask Miss Su if she is here to make dinner."

Fu Hanchuan was silent and said, "She hasn't gone back yet?"

Mother Song said, "I have been with the young master in the room."

Fu Hanchuan: "You go make dinner."

Mother Song glanced at him and nodded: "Oh, good."

When Fu Hanchuan came from the hall, he put his briefcase on the armrest of the sofa when he passed the living room, and then walked to the children's room and gently opened the door.

The light in the room is dim, and the tiny dust particles are flying in the light, and the inside is quiet.

The man's gaze fell on the bed, and the woman hugged a little boy, with their heads next to each other, her body curled slightly, hugging the child in her arms.

In the room, there was her shallow breathing.

The man's eyes softened, and there was no cold light in his eyes.

He hugged his arms and leaned against the door frame and looked at it for a while, and then leaned his head lightly on the door frame. He kept looking at the soft face, and the corners of his lips bend unconsciously.

A long time ago, he slept with her in this way, with their heads next to each other.

Su Xiang has been nervously preparing for the game, and took a rare nap. In his sleep, he felt that a line of sight was staring at her, like a wolf staring at its prey, and it seemed to be burned by two fires. She felt uncomfortable.

Su Xiang furrowed his eyebrows uncomfortably, and immediately opened his eyes. Looking down the line of sight, he saw Fu Hanchuan standing at the door.

The two eyes met in mid-air, high and low.

Su Xiang was slightly stunned, the man only glanced at her and turned around.

Su Xiang glanced at the sky outside the window, the sky was already dark red, she looked at the time with her mobile phone, she sighed slightly, and gently lifted the quilt to get up.

In the living room, the man stood on the edge of the sofa, took off his jacket, untied the tie between his neck and put it on his suit jacket.

When Su Xiang went out, he saw the man standing tall, his shoulders drooping slightly, the kind of slackness after returning home from work.

Su Xiang only glanced at his back and whispered: "Fu Ying is all right."

After speaking, she walked to the hall, without intending to talk to him.

Fu Hanchuan didn't say anything, his eyes fell out of the window, his slender fingers loosened the two buttons between his neck.

I listened to the ticking sound of the door opening, and then a gentle closing sound.

Su Xiang stood at the elevator entrance, waiting for the elevator to arrive.

She hung her head and felt very calm.

Fu Ying was fine, and she slept with him for a while. Such moments were too few for her.

So she didn't want to take the opportunity to educate her children at all, don't lie and pretend to be sick, she knows that the child is very sensible, that's it.

She didn't blame the child for pretending to be sick and frightening her. He pretended to be sick just because he cared about her.

Su Xiang's heart was warm, and the corners of his lips couldn't help but curl up.

The elevator came, she looked up at the empty elevator car, turned to look at the closed door of Fu's family, pulled her lower lip slightly, and walked in with her foot raised.

Just when she reached out and pressed the close button, a tall figure suddenly flashed in. Su Xiang was startled, her fingers retracted, and when she saw the man in front of him clearly, she glared at him, and then stretched out her hand again calmly.

At the same time, a big hand stretched out, but it pressed the top floor button of the elevator.

Su Xiang glanced at the lit button, then raised his head and glanced at the man.

Okay, what is he going to do on the 18th floor?

But that didn't matter to her, Su Xiang didn't say a word, and walked two steps in, trying to keep away from him as much as possible.

Fu Hanchuan copied his pockets with both hands, leaned his back against the steel plate of the elevator, and looked at the front indifferently.

The elevator was silent and suffocating, and the heartbeat quickened in this suffocating feeling.

Su Xiang stared at the row of elevator buttons and watched as they jumped up layer by layer.

Suddenly, a tall figure blocked her sight, and an arm was pressed against the steel plate behind her. She was caught between the man and the steel plate, and a faint smell of smoke immediately surrounded her.

Su Xiang was taken aback, frowned and raised his head, his eyes moved up from the man's white shirt, his unfurled shirt revealed a piece of smooth wheaten skin, and then to his protruding **** Adam's apple.

Su Xiang's gaze only moved up a little bit, and fell on the man's chin.

She said, "I shouldn't blame you for Fu Ying."

Just because he didn't educate Fu Ying as an unreasonable, resentful, selfish child, she shouldn't blame him for not taking good care of the child.

Fu Hanchuan pursed his lips and looked at her, with indifferent eyes, his eyes were longing for her.

He didn't open his mouth and didn't back away. Su Xiang twisted his eyebrows slightly and said, "If you chase me because of that car, I can pay you to repair the car."

"but"

The elevator stopped, and Su Xiang's words also stopped. As the elevator door opened, a piece of light from the aisle outside spilled in, but it was blocked by the man's back.

There was a voice, Fu Hanchuan turned his head, and the person who stepped into the elevator saw the ambiguous posture in the elevator, and the man's shocking eyes, and he immediately retracted his feet in fright.

From under his arm, Su Xiang watched the elevator door slowly close again.

The man squeezed her chin and forced her to raise her head to look at him, and the low-pitched voice sounded, "But what?"

Seeing the fire in his eyes, Su Xiang swallowed his throat and said, "But if I want to thank you, it's impossible."

"I haven't forgotten how that car broke down. You still remember, don't you?"

She was full of despair and anger on that humiliating night.

Su Xiang looked at him directly, his eyes calm.

Fu Hanchuan looked at her bright red lips, which were a little dry and cracked because of the wind.

The man's Adam's apple tumbled, his fingers dropped, and his low-pitched voice sounded again: "Did I say I want you to do anything for that car?"

Su Xiang averted his gaze: "Then what are you doing after me?"

"Hehe" the man suddenly laughed.

Su Xiang frowned and turned to look at him: "What are you laughing at?"

Fu Hanchuan said: "I just accidentally pressed the wrong button, Su Xiang, do you feel too good about yourself?"

Su Xiang: "..."

People like Fu Hanchuan who must carefully consider every step they take, would accidentally press the wrong key?

The distance between the up and down keys is so far apart that even Fu Ying couldn't be fooled for this reason.

If it was Fu Ying, he would probably say: Dad, don't you have a fever too?

Su Xiang snorted and didn't even want to talk.

With a soft touch of his lips, Su Xiang was startled. Before she could react, the man pressed her shoulders and pressed his lips against her.

A fire spread instantly from the top of the head down to the soles of the feet.

How could he be like this!

Su Xiang gritted his teeth tightly and pushed hard with both hands.

But compared with a tall and powerful man, her strength is as weak as a chicken.

The wrists were easily pinched, and the legs were pressed against his legs, and the squeezing of his chest came from her chest. She couldn't move, so she could only dodge his strong kiss by turning her head.

And he stopped attacking her lips, lowered his head and moved towards her neck. Su Xiang felt the tingling from the side of her neck, and shouted, "Fu Hanchuan!"

With a "ding", the elevator reached the ground floor, and the door moved silently.

Fu Hanchuan took a bite on her neck and raised his head. Su Xiang stared at the man angrily, while he smiled evilly at her.

That smile made her feel like she couldn't escape anymore, and her hair was terrifying.

He said: "You dare to wrong me, this is your punishment."

"This, you have to admit it."

Su Xiang's cheeks were red as fire, and his eyes were slightly moist, and he was so angry that he wanted to scratch his heart.

She shouldn't take him too high, and she shouldn't be in the same confined space with him, it won't be like this anymore.

Her chest was violently up and down, and she angered and said, "Let go of me!"

Fu Hanchuan looked at her angry little face, glanced at the bloodshot and red palms he pressed against the steel plate, and his heart was also ablaze.

Not to mention the not enough kiss, she hates him kissing her so much?

Or insist on defending Qi Lingyang?

The man chuckled wickedly, squeezing her two wrists easily with his big hands, and rubbed the slightly rough thumbs of the other hand on her chapped lips, saying: "Su Xiang, you are my wife. You should be my wife when I sleep. ."

Su Xiang's cheeks rose to drip blood, and his struggling wrist was finally free, and he instinctively waved it over.

"Snap", the sound is not very loud.

This happened very quickly, among the sparks.

After being quiet for a second, Fu Hanchuan chuckled and looked at her coldly: "Why, reluctant to fight?"

"Didn't you like me to kiss you very much before, and you took the initiative to send it? So actually you are willing?"

After speaking, his finger slipped from her lips to her chin, and he gently hooked it. The finger on her other wrist seemed to be squeezed as a punitive force, and his hand was completely released.

Su Xiang was panting, her cheeks were purplish red, and her hands were numb, but he had the ability to turn black as white. Instead of quarreling with him here, he might as well stay away from danger.

Su Xiang hit him with all his strength and escaped when the elevator door could accommodate another person in and out.

Behind him came the dull laugh of the man: "Su Xiang, your lips are too dry and need to be moisturized."

Su Xiang covered his ears and ran faster.

Until the elevator door was completely closed, and the figure fleeing in embarrassment was no longer seen, the smile on Fu Hanchuan's face fell, and his fist was sullen.

He looked down at his lower abdomen and took a deep breath.

He endured it all the time. Until now, he didn't see her, didn't force her, let her meet Fu Ying, and returned the car to her.

But she didn't feel that he had changed, and she was still full of defensiveness and disgust towards him.

When he saw her and Fu Ying together, he couldn't control it.

She ignored him, completely ignored him, and made him lose control.

He remembered that a long time ago, he was in her eyes, and there was only this little home in her world.

But now, the light on her body made him unable to ignore it.

She was completely reborn, rigid with softness, and soft with rigidity, making it difficult to look away from her.

But in her world, there is Fu Ying, her team, and the child from the Qi family, who are all on the cusp of her heart. There is even Qi Lingyang, but he is the only one.

Fu Hanchuan chuckled lightly, his eyes darkened.

After being silent for so long, she should also remind her that she is still his Fu Hanchuan's woman, so don't be too close to others, right?

The elevator door opened and the man stepped out. Mother Song watched him coming in and out, and retracted her head into the kitchen to continue cooking.

Fu Hanchuan walked to the children's room. Fu Ying had just woke up, rubbing his eyes sleepily, and turned his head to look at the empty place next to him.

"Is he better?" Fu Hanchuan stood still in front of the bed, looking at his son's ruddy little face.

Fu Ying's shoulders trembled slightly, and said weakly, "Dad, I'm really real"

Looking at the hot water bottle that Fu Hanchuan pulled out of his schoolbag, Fu Ying's voice was lowered, completely muted.

At this moment, the hot water bottle was still carrying some residual temperature. Fu Hanchuan threw the hot water bottle on his bed and said, "When he gets better, get up for dinner."

After speaking, he went out.

It turned out that after listening to Lian Liang's words, Fu Ying had a whim and quietly bought a small hot water bottle.

In the afternoon, the more he thought about it, the more he felt aggrieved, so he covered his body with a hot water bottle and lied that he was sick.

When Fu Hanchuan received a call from the school teacher, when he went to pick him up, he felt that something was wrong with his schoolbag.

The little guy insisted on not going to the hospital, and there was something urgently dealt with by the company, so Fu Hanchuan took him there first.

The child refused to take medicine. Looking at the schoolbag he opened, Fu Hanchuan became even more suspicious.

It can be said that this is actually a play directed by Fu Ying and Fu Hanchuan. Strictly speaking, Su Xiang's accusation of Fu Hanchuan is not wrong.

It's just that Fu Hanchuan pretended to be confused and entangled, completely confused Su Xiang's attention, and Fu Ying was dismantled by Su Xiang and carried Lei all over.

At dinner, Fu Ying was holding a small bowl and peeping at his father from the edge of the bowl.

He lied, skipped school, and it was strange that his father didn't scold him.

Fu Ying scratched his ears, and said boldly, "Dad, I want to go to my mother and watch those people perform, okay?"

He added happily: "My mother used to take me to school to watch their performance."

Fu Hanchuan glanced at his son, then gave a faint "um" before swallowing the last bite of rice.

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