Strongly Locked Up, Fu Shao’s Dumb New Wife

Su Xiang smiled, his eyes fell on the box, looking expectantly at Fu Ying's expression.

Fu Ying put the gift box on the table, pinched her little hand on the ribbon, and Pei Xian, who was not far away, looked at the crowd and followed him: "What are you doing?"

With a slender arm hanging in his arms, Su Xiang was taken aback when he looked at him. The woman smiled and said hello: "Hello."

Although the woman was smiling, she didn't know it was because of her cold temperament. The smile seemed cold, but her voice was very nice.

Su Xiang remembered that Pei Xian and Dr. Qiao were a pair, and didn't know what happened to them. I heard they broke up.

Could it be that the same was also stunned, and he went out to pick up personal efforts, but Pei Xian had never expected someone to come. He knew this woman, the singer Yan Ling who is now in full swing, thinking that at the beginning, Pei Xian recommended her to the Fu Shi travel show, and now she is a goddess-level figure.

Could it be that he scratched his forehead and glanced at Pei Xian weirdly. Fortunately, Qiao Ying didn't come, otherwise... He changed his mind, and it seemed that there would be no consequences. The two of them were completely cold, so how could they drip.

However, it's not a serious banquet, it's just Fu Ying's birthday. Is it necessary to invite a female companion?

Could it be that the same slightly sideways a little, and introduced in a low voice beside Su Xiang: "She's Yanling, from Pei Xian's company."

Su Xiang had an impression of this person. When Fu Hanchuan selected the ambassador, she was among them. When she was fighting with Lu Weiqi, she also supported her on the Internet, so Su Xiang still had a good impression of her.

Su Xiang nodded to Yan Ling: "I remember you."

Yan Ling smiled, standing quietly beside Pei Xian and not talking too much. Pei Xian lifted her chin to Fu Ying and said, "Are you opening gifts?"

The atmosphere was interrupted, Fu Ying shrank his hands, and then stretched out to Pei and Mo: "Uncle Pei, Uncle Mo, where's my birthday present?"

Could it be that he rolled his eyes angeredly: "Smelly boy, it won't work to look at it." Just like his stingy Lao Tzu.

He turned his head to Su Xiang and said, "The eighth day of August, my birthday, brother wants the same."

Su Xiang was taken aback for a moment, and reluctantly said, "I'm afraid you won't be able to use it at that time..."

Could it be the same: "Why don't you use it, your vision is fine." He didn't stop much, and pointed forward, "The birthday party has begun, let's pass it all."

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The sky is getting dark. There are many employees working overtime in the Fu Shi Building. The windows on the floors show a little light, which echoes the series of street lights downstairs on the road. The whole building seems to be covered by a layer of black velvet. There was a serious breath.

The wind blew the trees and swayed. When Qiao Shen got out of the car, he looked back at the swaying tree branches behind his body and sighed softly.

Today is the birthday of Young Master Fu Jia, but the boss is working overtime here. To put it in a great way, he is to create a larger business empire as a gift. To put it down to the ground, he just avoids somebody.

Qiao Shen looked down at the box lunch in his hand, this is heaven and earth...

In the office of the president, Fu Hanchuan stared sharply at the data on the computer screen while tapping on the laptop on the side.

The sleeves of his white shirt were rolled to his elbows, the watch on his wrist was shining silver in the light, a cigarette was sandwiched between his slender fingers, and a column of solitary smoke curled up, looking very busy.

He paused for a while, as if confused by something, his eyes switched between the two computers, he habitually raised his hand, and when his thin lips opened slightly to cover the cigarette holder, he coughed twice. He narrowed his eyebrows and glanced at the cigarette, frowning.

It happened that Qiao pushed the door deeply and came in: "Mr. Fu, I brought the dinner here, and it's still hot now." The subtext is that you have to heat it up when it gets cold for a while.

Fu Hanchuan looked up at him, stretched out his hand to squeeze out the cigarette **** in the ashtray, stood up and walked over to the sofa to sit down, Qiao Shen had already put the lunch on the coffee table, three dishes and one soup packed in the box, it looked like It's delicious, but the person who eats it has no appetite.

Fu Hanchuan picked up the chopsticks and put them down. Qiao Shen looked at it, and it was time for him to speak: "Mr. Fu, Young Master Fu Ying's birthday party should only begin at this time. If you want to pass, it will be too late."

Fu Hanchuan glanced at him, stood up and walked back behind the desk, Qiao Shen looked down at the untouched food, and sighed again in his heart.

Fu Hanchuan smoked a cigarette from the cigarette case and coughed again when it was lit. Qiao Shen couldn't stand it anymore, and boldly persuaded: "Mr. Fu, you have gotten upset these days, so don't smoke. ."

Fu Hanchuan took a mouthful of smoke, white mist sprayed from his thin lips, and said faintly: "You get off work first."

Qiao Shen looked at him coldly and went on to work again, so he had to leave silently. It was the same for these two days, and he couldn't persuade him.

Fu's work is endless, and the workload for Mrs. Zhuo Ya is even more onerous. If he still talks about the past, but now he is completely using his work to vent, and it makes people worry about it.

Qiao Shen closed the door gently, and his monotonous footsteps sounded in the corridor.

In the office, Fu Hanchuan squeezed his forehead, and stared at the large piece of glass in front of him with cold eyes. The window was already dark and stern. There is no shortage of bright lights in every building, which is close or far apart. The distance, but it makes people feel lonely.

Fu Hanchuan sat there swallowing clouds and fog, pressing his fingers on the phone on the table, and tapping the phone every time...

In the suburban village, because the party was held in the open air, braziers were added to the surrounding area for heating, sparks popped out of the wood, and the flames were lingering, blending with the surrounding black night.

As soon as the party started, a lively song and dance troupe came out. Several actors in doll costumes came to a musical. Could it be that they were specially invited to perform, but unfortunately there were too few audiences, and the staff at the villa were just like that. A few, Fu Ying watched the performance on the stage speechlessly, he hadn't watched such naive things long ago.

Fortunately, Lian Liang still gave face, and he was talking to Fu Ying happily. Could it be that he looked at the stage at the same time, then turned to look at the two people sitting next to him, then looked at Su Xiang, and kicked her with his toes under the table. Su Xiang turned his head, could he wink at her and stood up, and walked quietly to a place behind.

Su Xiang glanced at him, then stood up and went over. Could it be that he was standing in front of the pond with his hands in his pockets. As soon as Su Xiang passed by, he opened his mouth and said: "The night before, Shao Fu was very drunk, and Qiao Shen took him Sent to me. I have never seen him so drunk, as if he had passed away."

Su Xiang didn't expect that he would mention that person, let alone how to communicate, so he remained silent.

Could it be that he turned his head and glanced at her, looking at her gloomy expression, making him even more sure that something happened that day. He turned his head and turned the subject: "I heard that Su Run was sent to the old house of the Qi family. What is going on? Why not let him stay in the hospital?"

Su Xiang opened his lips, and he added: "I didn't care that you didn't discuss it with me, but it was strange. If you don't want to say it, then forget it."

Su Xiang said, "There is nothing to say about this matter. Qi Lingyang feels that, send Su Run to the old house, where Uncle Qi is there, so I can check the matter."

"Check things?" Could it be that Tong frowned and turned to look at her, "You mean, about your throat?"

Su Xiang looked at the quiet pond in front. There were pebbles on the side of the pond, and a landscape lamp was embedded in the middle, emitting a faint white light. When the wind passed by, the water surface rippled like fish scales, as if she had settled down. , When I mentioned it at this time, the bitterness and bitterness reappeared.

"Yeah..." Su Xiang nodded and raised his arms. Did he read it in any book, saying that when a person raises his arm, he is subconsciously protecting himself, which is a self-defense mechanism.

This evening in the early spring, could it be that she was not sure if it was because of the cold or some self-defense mechanism.

Could it be that he beckoned to a passing staff member to get a charcoal basin and moved two chairs over. There were not only cushions but also blankets on the chairs. Could it be that they sat together and took out from under the charcoal basin. Two sweet potatoes were placed on the edge of the charcoal basin. He greeted Su Xiang to sit down and asked, "Then, did you ask anything?"

Su Xiang wrapped the blanket on her body and looked at the flame in the charcoal basin and said, "I see..."

She only said that she knew, but she didn't mention the past. She didn't want to mention it again. Could it be that she looked at her together: "Very bad?"

Su Xiang hummed: "Could it be the same, thank you." She turned to look at him and smiled, but could it be that she could see her bitterness in her eyes and wanted to know what happened, but The words spoken became another sentence.

He said: "Since it's found out, let it go. It's not good to know some secrets."

"Yes..." Su Xiang sighed, stretched his legs and looked up at the sky. The sparks crackled, rising up but extinguished in mid-air, unable to eternal with those stars.

Could it be that he turned the sweet potato with the fire stick and suddenly said, "Fu Shao...he told me that day that he asked me to celebrate Fu Ying's birthday and he would work overtime in the company."

Su Xiang was silent, stretched out his hands in front of the brazier to warm up, and turned his head to her and said, "Is it really impossible for you and him?"

Su Xiang's hand was too close to the brazier, and when her fingers were hot, she quickly shrank back. She turned her head and looked at Mo Feitong, "What did you say?"

Could it be that she glanced at her finger at the same time, this way of evading the problem was a little too limp. He said: "Forget it, your mind is too deep, I can't ask anything. However, Shao Fu was really sad that day."

"Su Xiang, I know that you have always been tolerant and tolerant of others. When I treated you like that, you could still save me regardless of your life, for him, too..."

"I don't want to speak for him. After all, he found this by himself. But Su Xiang, it is not easy for him. He is in Fu's house, and he is in that position... He really wants to reconcile with you. Chang Yan has waited for him for so many years, he can be with her long ago, and there is no need to be so tired."

Could it be that he took out a bunch of things from his pocket and asked Su Xiang to stretch out his hand, and Su Xiang spread out his palm, did he put the thing in her palm, and said, "This is what I found on the ground, his thing ."

He patted her on the shoulder and stood up: "Don't worry, even Madam Zhuoya and Chang Yan can let you go..." After saying this, he turned and left.

With the rustle of footsteps on the lawn behind him, Su Xiang looked at the thing in his hand with a fire light. It was a pile of crumpled paper. The golden light flashed and flashed, and it seemed that there were still withered petals in the middle.

Su Xiang unfolded the ball of paper, 1314, and a rose petal.

Su Xiang looked at the thing silently, his throat rolled down, and when the wind blew, the charcoal fire was blown vigorously, the golden light shining even more, bright and dazzling, Su Xiang closed his palm abruptly, the edges and corners of the card poked into the palm, as if It stabbed her in her heart as if it made her unable to calm down.

There was a nice singing voice not far away, Yan Ling’s singing voice was passionate: "...let/it/g, let/it/g, annt/hld/it/bak/any/re..."

Fu Ying didn't know when he came over, and stood in front of her and said, "What are you doing here?"

Su Xiang came back to her senses and quickly squeezed the paper ball up and put it back into her pocket. She smiled and said, "It's nothing. Are you going to cut the cake?"

Fu Ying glanced at her awkwardly, scratching his ears, as if holding back some words. He finally had nothing to say to him: "Where is she?"

"Um?"

Fu Ying glanced at the brazier: "That kid."

"You said Pearl, she is at her grandfather's house." Qi Haipeng now picks up Pearl every weekend, and children need to get closer to get more and more familiar. Moreover, Qi Haipeng has now handed over the company to Qi Lingyang, and he is happy to enjoy his family at home.

Su Xiang also thought about bringing pearls over. It would be a little fun for the two children to celebrate their birthdays together, but after another thought, pearls are still small and inseparable from people. This is Fu Ying’s birthday party, and the little guy might think that pearls are divided. After leaving her attention, he still asked Old Man Qi to pick him up.

"This is a gift from Sister Pearl." Su Xiang took out a funny egg from his pocket. Fu Ying took a look and muttered, "I don't eat sweets."

However, he reached out and took the strange egg away, and Su Xiang touched his little head. In fact, when Fu Ying was with Pearl, he still took care of the little sister.

Fu Ying looked up at her, her small face awkward again. Su Xiang looked at him amusedly and said, "Are you trying to say something to me?"

Fu Ying shrank his head, avoided her hand, turned around awkwardly, and poked the sweet potato there with the fire stick. The sweet potato was already roasted. Fu Ying worked hard to pull the sweet potato out. His final strength was a little bit strong. The sweet potato flew straight towards Su Xiang. Su Xiang instinctively raised his hand to block: "Ah!"

Fu Ying panicked, and lost his poker and ran over: "Mom, does it hurt?"

"..."

Looking up, I saw Su Xiang smiling at him: "That's what you want to say all night? Are you willing to call me?"

Fu Ying didn’t know if it was caused by the fire or some other reason. His little face blushed, even his ears were red, and his little face became even more awkward. He avoided her grinning gaze and grabbed her hand to look: "It hurts." ?"

Su Xiang hugged him, wrapped him in a blanket, then stretched out his hand and shook it in front of him and said, "It's not hot, I lied to you."

Fu Ying shook his shoulders and made a gesture to leave, Su Xiang took him over again, let him sit on her lap and said: "Fu Ying, do you know that, I heard you say this, I have been waiting for a long, long time..."

Fu Ying obediently pillowed her chest, peeling his fingers and slowly said, "I just forgot how to call it."

Su Xiang smiled: "Then it's called Shunkou now, let's call it again?"

Fu Ying jumped off her leg and ran to the lively place ahead: "I'm going to cut the cake."

Making a wish and cutting the cake was the climax of the whole party. The candlelight was extinguished and everyone frolicked and wiped cakes on Fu Ying's face. How lively this place is, the office of Fu's Building is as deserted as it is. There is no sound, only the click of the keyboard.

Fu Hanchuan held his elbows and pinched his eyebrows and coughed again. The sudden ringing of the mobile phone broke the desertedness.

He moved his eyes and picked up the phone. Could it be that he also sent him a photo of Fu Ying and Su Xiang. Both of them were wearing birthday hats and holding cakes. The photos did not have the slightest sense of layout and looked silly. Xi's.

Fu Hanchuan muttered to himself: "The shooting is so ugly, so let’s learn how to take pictures." He put the phone aside and continued to work, but his distracted attention was already messed up. Within two seconds, he went again. He picked up the phone, opened it and looked at it.

At this moment, the phone's ringtone suddenly rang, and Fu Hanchuan was startled. He swiped his finger on the answer button, and on the phone, could it be that the same lazy voice rang: "This party is about to end, you are Come and pick up Fu Ying, or should I send it to you?"

Fu Hanchuan stared at the computer screen and tapped on the desktop with his other hand. He said, "Send it to the villa on Guhua Road."

"Okay, I got it." Could it be that he hung up the phone without saying a word, simply and neatly.

When Fu Hanchuan was about to say something, the phone was hung up, choked up there, and finally turned into two dry coughs.

With a click, Fu Hanchuan casually threw the phone on the file on the corner of the table and put his fingers on the keyboard, but at this moment, his attention was nowhere to be found.

The man heaved a sigh of relief, and finally stood up uncontrollably, picked up the phone, took off the coat hung on the back of the chair, and walked out in large strides.

Those who were working hard in the building saw the boss walk out, their tight bodies suddenly slumped on the chair like a relaxed bowstring, and then jumped up again and quickly packed their desks and shut down off work.

In the suburban village, the party has ended, and the staff began to clean the venue. Could it be that they looked at Fu Ying and joked: "You Uncle Mo, I made this party specially for you. Is this a big gift?"

There is a child’s birthday, there is a professional song and dance troupe to add to the fun, still in such a big villa. You must know his place, but it is a holy place for those powerful and powerful children to propose marriage.

Fu Ying smiled and said, "Uncle Mo, when you reach your 60th birthday, I will definitely do better than this."

Could it be that Tong only sighed, this child is of Fu Hanchuan's kind, so what kind of words of thanks can he point to him? He said: "For the sake of your mother, I don't care about you."

Talking and laughing here, a staff member's voice greeted me suddenly behind him: "Mr. Fu."

"Um..." Fu Hanchuan's voice was as indifferent as ever, Su Xiang's heart tightened, and his brows frowned. Didn't he say that he was not coming?

Fu Hanchuan walked up to Fu Ying with a stern face. He didn't look at her sideways when he passed Su Xiang. He raised his eyebrows and said with a smile, "Fu Shao, I have my car outside. ."

With Fu Ying's schoolbag in his hand, Fu Hanchuan gave him a cold look and said, "I'm not relieved after you drank alcohol."

Could it be that he lifted it up in the same breath, feeling that countless horses running past in his heart, this kind of person deserves to be rejected.

"Go." Fu Hanchuan glanced at Fu Ying, and when he saw Lian Liang, he said again, "I will send you back."

As soon as he opened his mouth, he stepped forward and opened his legs. There was no delay for a minute or another look. He walked straight forward. The two children looked at each other. Fu Ying followed him first, and Lian Liang. Just followed. Behind them, his own staff brought a lot of gifts to his car.

Could it be that he curled his lips together and looked at the ass, as if he was really busy, and showed his face to someone. He glanced at Su Xiang. Su Xiang looked away from start to finish, as if enjoying the night scene. After people left, she pretended to have finished admiring a bunch of winter jasmine flowers hanging down from the rockery.

Pei Xian stood aside, watching everyone's reaction in his eyes, just faintly curling the corners of his lips, Su Xiang said: "The party is over, I should go back."

Could it be the same: "Forget it, I'll find someone to take you back." Su Xiang was so happy that he drank a lot of wine at night. He didn't forget Su Xiang's driving level, that old antique Per could no longer stand. Hit.

Su Xiang sat in the back seat of the car and waved at Mo Feitong and Pei Xian. After the car started, she lowered her eyes and looked at the back of her hand, which was already red. At that time, I didn't feel much pain, but at this time I just felt hot. She stroked gently, but only pursed her lips and smiled.

In the other car, Fu Hanchuan looked at the car with a sullen face. The passenger seat where Fu Ying usually sits was empty, and the two children in the back were sitting there unpacking gifts. When they got an indigo gift box, Lian Liang suddenly grabbed his hand: "This can't be taken apart."

Fu Ying tossed the box up and down: "Is this your gift?"

Lian Liang laughed: "You can take it apart when you go home."

Fu Ying placed on the empty seat behind him: "Well...this should belong to Uncle Pei, then it depends on Uncle Pei's..."

Fu Hanchuan looked at the little heads of the two children next to each other from the rearview mirror, and he felt a more depressed feeling in his heart. Why is he here to watch two little kids playing around, it's so noisy.

Back at the Fu’s villa, Fu Hanchuan dropped the car keys and sat on the sofa. Mother Song looked at Fu Ying, who came in last. The gift he was holding was higher than others. This is only part of it, and the other part is left. In the car.

Mother Song hurried up to help him catch it and put it on the table: "So many gifts..."

Fu Ying took a small box from the table and walked to Fu Hanchuan and said, "Hey, this is for you."

Fu Hanchuan stretched out his hand to take it, and opened it to take a look. There was a piece of cake inside, and the word "le" was kept intact on it.