Strongly Locked Up, Fu Shao’s Dumb New Wife

At that time, she was standing behind the crowd and never looked at him, but the presence of that figure was so strong that even Yu Guang could not help but see him...

Since it's already gone, don't remember any more, and there shouldn't be any ripples in my heart, nothing should be left...

Just like what he showed, don't take another look in the crowd, it's just a stranger.

Su Xiang shook her fingers, and the sharp touch of the edges and corners made her converge back her wandering mind. She walked to the trash can, and when she was about to throw things in, she still put her hand back at the last time, and then let it go. Throw it in the corner of the drawer, close it, and don't take another look.

She didn't know why she kept this thing. Quan should remind herself that he and her, what 1314, was just a life that was crumpled up.

...

In the evening of the next day, at about six o'clock, Fu Hanchuan walked out of the Fu's Building. The sky was completely dark, the lights on the road were bright, and the night had begun.

Outside the building, Feng Qingyang was sitting in the car wearing a pair of framed glasses and waving at the people who came down the steps. Fu Hanchuan glanced at her and scanned the car by the way.

This is a business-type nanny car, which is more common among celebrities. Feng Qingyang pushed the car door down, and Fu Hanchuan said, "Do you really like it?"

Feng Qingyang grinned and smiled brightly, feeling like a woman in love. She said: "A celebrity party is just right in that kind of place, isn't it?"

"Besides, if you find someone to talk about things, I have to be accompanied by someone, right?"

The privacy of the pillow garden is so good that political and business people like to meet there. These big-name artists protect their privacy. The pillow garden is also very popular in the celebrity circle, and it is extremely difficult to get an appointment.

Fu Hanchuan didn't have any comments. His goal was the boss there, and he didn't care who he was with.

Two cars drove to the suburbs one after another. Fu Hanchuan held the steering wheel and sometimes needed navigation reminders.

Speaking of it, this place is the first time he has come here. Why does it feel so remote? I heard that this place used to be a cemetery.

Fu Hanchuan sneered. As the old saying goes, coffins, coffins, promotion and wealth, only people with hard life are not shy about this kind of place, and they like it very much. This is the way the banquet boss wants to come.

After another ten minutes, I finally entered the scope of the pillow garden. From afar, I saw the lights on in the large wasteland in front of me. Looking at the gloomy past, ordinary people really dare not come over. Those paparazzi reporters are going to be there. Squatting here for a few hours, the psychological endurance must be strong enough.

The car stopped on the parking apron, and then there was the sound of several other cars stalling. Fu Hanchuan looked over it lightly. They were all heavyweights in the entertainment industry, the director, the producer, and the big star walked over to follow them. When someone spoke, Feng Qingyang was still sitting in the car, as if waiting for the person to come and pick her up.

Fu Hanchuan got out of the car, walked to Feng Qingyang's side, turned his head and glanced at the group of people, and said to Feng Qingyang, "Aren't you just sticking to them?"

Miss Feng's family has this capital to support people, and those people have to show her a bit of face for Feng's family.

Feng Qingyang smiled and said, "He is good-looking, and he is in good shape." She glanced at Fu Hanchuan, "Besides, I just broke up with you, isn't it necessary to have a transition."

Fu Hanchuan got away, and she "breaked up" with Fu Hanchuan, and those in the Feng family were not allowed to force her to go on a blind date.

The men in front were talking, the male star turned his head and glanced at Feng Qingyang, then turned and walked over. Feng Qingyang raised his back and reminded Fu Hanchuan: "He's here."

The meaning is not to misunderstand others. Fu Hanchuan chuckled and stepped aside. At this time, the producer recognized that Fu Hanchuan was coming, and was shocked. It seemed that he didn't expect to meet him in this place. The same meal.

The producer came over and talked to Fu Hanchuan with a smile: "Mr. Fu, I didn't expect we met here."

Fu Hanchuan shook hands with him, nodded and said, "It's all Miss Feng's friends, together."

The two turned their heads together and looked over. Feng Qingyang stood beside the actor. She is heroic and looks like those actresses in the entertainment circle. She has a noble temperament. Compared with the other actresses present, she stands tall and low. now.

Feng Qingyang walked over and said with a smile: "The pillow garden is very difficult to make an appointment. I have wine and I have to go home now."

At the entrance of the Pillow Garden, a novice student stood under the eaves and saw a group of people in front approaching. He stepped forward and said, "It's Miss Feng, please go inside." Bin pose.

Feng Qingyang raised his head and glanced in front of him. There was a plaque hanging under the eaves. The two characters Pillow Garden were written vigorously and powerfully. It was not that calligraphers could not write such artistic fonts. With these two words, this place should come and take a look.

She nodded slightly to the pupil, raised her foot and entered the garden.

The courtyard is not like some private kitchens with flashing landscape lights in order to create an atmosphere. The layout here is simple, but not monotonous. Step by step, under a few street lights, it presents a mysterious and secluded feeling. Shiraishi Spread under the water, a pool of clear water, and a few green bamboos planted on a pile of white stones. When the bamboo leaves fall in the water, they sway slightly like a light boat, like a fairy dwelling.

People walking on this road for a long time will not feel noisy with footsteps, because people in this mood have unconsciously lightened their steps, lest they disturb the immortals who make their homes here.

In front is the inner room, Fu Hanchuan walked all the way, the inner room did not specifically press the plaque, walked into the hall, brightly lit. A person who looked like the front office manager was inside. When he saw Feng Qingyang, he asked her: "I wonder if Miss Feng will serve the food now or take a rest?"

Feng Qingyang looked at his friends around him, and said with a smile: "I think your layout here is so pleasing to the eye, so let's take a rest first."

"Okay, Miss Feng, please feel free." The man nodded and beckoned, the elementary school student walked forward and said, "Take tea."

Speaking of serving tea, it was a professional tea maker who brought the taste of tea to the extreme and was full of praise after a sip. People around were all there admiring the calligraphy and paintings hanging on the wall, or the art collection on Baoge. Someone has been here and is discussing whether they can borrow the scenery here when filming. The living room was a bit lively for a while, but the full-time tea maker was not affected at all. He watched his nose and nose, and his every move was particularly ritual.

Among these people, only Fu Hanchuan and Feng Qingyang were outsiders. Feng Qingyang was there to join in the fun. Only Fu Hanchuan looked at the manager lightly. The manager noticed Fu Hanchuan’s gaze and turned around and smiled: "Mr. Fu , How can I help you?"

Fu Hanchuan smiled at the humanity: "Why, do you know me?"

The manager held his hands on his lower abdomen, and said politely: "Mr. Fu is the richest man in Beicheng, how can he not know."

The pillow garden is so low-key and famous. In addition to the first-class service and first-class cuisine, there is also a piece of information about the dignitaries, which can be recognized by anyone who can be named in the society.

Fu Hanchuan was sipping tea, turning the small tea cup at his fingertips, he glanced at the tea maker and said: "A small tea in the pillow garden should be so tuned. It seems that an extraordinary person can come here. "

"Mr. Fu praised, our Pillow Garden should not only give guests a feeling of being at home, but also make them feel at home." If you want to be at home, any farmhouse private kitchen can do it. This is the Pillow Garden, so we must do it. Something different.

High-standard service staff set off the lofty status of the guests.

Fu Hanchuan looked at him faintly, the corners of his lips suddenly twitched, and he said: "I don't know if your chef here is also so professional, or even more advanced, I really look forward to it."

The manager looked at Fu Hanchuan, only to feel that there was something in his words. After a moment, he only smiled and said, "Why doesn't Mr. Fu chat with other guests, or do you think I have any shortcomings? "

Fu Hanchuan said: "No, it's just a little curious." He didn't say what he was curious about, and turned around and looked at the decorative paintings hanging on the wall.

In the back kitchen, Yanlin was wearing an apron. Under the fierce fire, his face was red with the light of the fire, and his eyes were fixed on the changes in the color of the dishes in the pot. There was fine sweat on his forehead and it was too late to wipe it off. The sweat beads were shiny.

There are not many staff in the pillow garden, and the front office manager is his deputy. The man calmly walked to his side, lowered his eyes slightly and said, "Master, Fu Hanchuan is here."

Yanlin glanced back at him, just as the dishes in the pot came out of the pot, the deputy brought the empty plate over and took over Yanlin's pot. Yanlin got empty hands and wiped his sweat with a white towel. Wiping his hands again, frowned and said, "Why is he here."

We have been pushing Fu Hanchuan's appointment here, but I didn't expect it to come in anyway.

The deputy said, "Fu Hanchuan is one of the guests brought by Miss Feng."

Yanlin handed him the towel, glared at him, and said nothing. The deputy was scolded by his gaze, lowered his head and said again: "Master, otherwise I will serve the food in a while, the master will not go out."

Yan Lin glanced at him and said indifferently: "No need." Those who are coming can't stop him, just wait for a while to send him away.

After a while, everyone went to the table for dinner. As usual, several appetizers were served by the deputy. When Fu Hanchuan saw the plate of court tofu, he thought of the Japanese tofu made by Su Xiang.

He picked up the chopsticks, clamped a piece and tasted it. His eyebrows were slightly wrinkled. When he was about to savor it, the producer suddenly looked over with the wine glass and said, "Mr. Fu, I will toast you first."

Fu Hanchuan glanced at him, held the wine glass and touched him. After warming up, the producer seized the opportunity to attract investment. The purpose of Fu Hanchuan's trip was not to invest. After a few Tai Chi, Feng Qingyang took the words just right. Fu Hanchuan looked at the plate of tofu, took another bite, and frowned again.

The taste is very similar to what Su Xiang made.

At this time, Yanlin brought the Pantianmu Lake fish head soup to the table, half of the fish head lying in the big soup pot, the milky white fish soup, except for a few green coriander garnished with nothing else, boiled it out. The fish soup is original.

The round glass table circled around, and everyone was holding bowls for soup. As usual, Yanlin would stay at the table for a while to see how the guests reacted. This time, he especially looked at Fu Hanchuan. Fu Hanchuan remained silent, just squeezed the spoon and drank the soup slowly, Yanlin's eyes turned away, and only a few seconds later did he turn around and leave quietly.

The table is lively, and the back kitchen is still in the company of fire.

Yanlin held his arms around the pot of steamed buns, squinting his eyes slightly to wonder what he was thinking about right now.

...

After eating and drinking, of course those people will not leave immediately and continue to sober up with tea in the living room. Yanlin has already walked to the second floor. In the study, he is sitting behind the big long table, holding a cup of tea in his hand thoughtfully. .

There was footsteps in the corridor, and the deputy walked over and said, "Master, Fu Hanchuan asked to see you."

Yanlin glanced sideways at him, put the tea cup down, and said, "Please come up."

The deputy led his way, and after a while he heard another footstep.

When Fu Hanchuan entered the study room, he saw a huge study room with a large table in the middle. There was nothing on it except for a set of tea sets. The man was carrying a teapot and was pouring water into the cup, gurgling water. The sound is the only sound here.

Fu Hanchuan walked over, but Yanlin didn't lift his head, but said, "Mr. Fu, please sit down."

Fu Hanchuan glanced at him and sat down opposite him. Yanlin moved a cup of tea and pushed it in front of him and said, "Please drink tea."

Although there are meat and vegetable dishes at the table just now, a cup of tea after the meal can relieve alcohol and greasiness, which is just right. Fu Hanchuan was not polite. He took a sip of the tea that Yanlin poured himself, and raised his eyebrows slightly. Yanlin looked at him and said, "How does it taste?"

Fu Hanchuan bluntly said: "The tea that the banquet owner makes is a bit different from the tea that was supposed to be made just now."

Yanlin laughed and said: "The division of labor is different. I am a professional cook and he is a professional tea maker. We all take out housekeeping skills to entertain VIPs."

Fu Hanchuan held the teacup and looked at Yanlin: "The owner of the banquet seems to want to pass this sentence, tell me what?"

Yanlin smiled: "Mr. Fu, please have tea." He picked up the teapot and filled him with water.

Fu Hanchuan looked at the teacup that was getting full, and said: "I have heard that the pillow garden is good. Why can't I make appointments several times? The banquet boss has opinions on me, Fu, and can't look at me for a banquet?"

"How come." Yanlin put aside the teapot and took a sip with the teacup. Fu Hanchuan didn't speak, and seemed to wait for him to explain why. After a moment of silence, Yanlin glanced at Fu Hanchuan and said, "Mr. Da Fu Been here several times."

Fu Hanchuan furrowed his eyebrows. His father was highly powerful, and his friends were all powerful and powerful. It was normal to come to such a place.

Yanlin said again: "But it's not Mrs. Zhuoya who is with Mr. Fu, so..." He smiled, "Mr. Fu should know that people like to come to me. It's clean and undisturbed."

Fu Hanchuan looked down at the tea in the cup. He meant that he was here to catch someone and find some evidence. Maybe not, just a reason to shirk.

He put down his teacup and looked at Yanlin lightly and said, "Mr. Yan, you are too worried, I didn't come here to smash your sign." He paused, and then said, "Some time ago, I heard that Mr. Yan was going on vacation. Have a good time?"

Yanlin seemed to be in a good mood. He took out a fruit plate from under the table and put some salted peanuts in it. He squeezed the shell and put each peanut in a white plate.

"After cooking, I don't have any appetite to eat. I have a greasy nose. Drinking tea and some peanuts is just right. Would you like to try some peanuts, Mr. Fu?"

Fu Hanchuan squeezed one, and stared at Yanlin, who was calm, and said: "Why doesn't the owner of the banquet ask me, what can I do with you?"

Yan Lin: "The most taboo is to be anxious in cooking. Since you are looking for me, you will naturally say, "What am I anxious about."

Fu Hanchuan: "Do you know Su Run?" His eyes were sharp, as if to see through the person in front of him.

He is the most mysterious cook in North City. He sits in this huge garden and entertains the most distinguished guests in the city, but he wears the most ordinary clothes. I don't know how long he wears a vest, just like ordinary people. His face had undergone a plastic surgery, but he still couldn't hide his scar. His legs are lame, but he does not have the inferiority complex of a disabled person, instead he has a sense of dignity.

In addition, his dishes are similar to Su Xiang's, even the taste is so similar.

This person is too mysterious, no wonder Su Xiang is curious about him.

With a soft crack, Yanlin squeezed a peanut shell, and there were four chubby peanuts lying in it. He poured it out and chewed it, and his pair of sophisticated eyes looked at Fu Hanchuan and smiled slightly. He said: "Mr. Fu, although I know many high-ranking officials in this city, not everyone knows them."

"Oh?" Fu Hanchuan yelled, looked calmly at the man opposite, and slowly said, "Su Run, the noble son of the Su family, and the only son of Su Mingdong. However, the Su family has fallen a few years ago. It’s normal that the boss hasn’t heard of it.”

"But..." His voice stretched, his eyes fixed on Yan Lin, "Since the owner of Yan Lin didn't know Su Run, why did he buy the Su Clan three years ago?"

Yanlin smiled, did not panic at all, didn't even shake his eyes, and said: "Mr. Fu said and laughed, I'm just the cook of this garden, what Su's company did when I bought it."

Fu Hanchuan took a breath and said, "Su Run’s younger sister, Su Xiang is my wife. The banquet boss should have heard of the things that sensationalized Beicheng back then. Then, in order to keep his glory and wealth, Su Run just squeezed his sister. With me. With the blessing of the Fu family, the Su clan survived for three years."

"Although I am extremely disgusted with Su Run, I have taken care of Su Clan after all, so it was gone, and my heart was naturally a little uncomfortable. After I heard that Su Clan was sold by Su Run, I went to send someone to investigate. After checking, I learned that the person who bought the company was named Yan."

Yanlin was silent and just laughed, and Fu Hanchuan continued: "That Su Run's sister, no matter how much I am a husband and wife, I heard that Su's old house has also been sold a few days ago. I was curious, so I went there too. I checked it and got the answer. The buyer was also with the surname Yan."

Yanlin took a sip of tea unhurriedly, and his face was as calm as ever. He said, "Isn't I the only one with the surname Yan? Why does Mr. Fu think it is me?"

Fu Hanchuan stared at his eyes, then dropped a peanut next to his finger, and said unhurriedly: "I know, there is also a Mr. Yangu, whether it is the old house of the Su family or the Su company. , The buyers are all that Yan Gu."

"Speaking of Mr. Yangu, I also specially checked. The background is mysterious, but this upward momentum has surpassed some old family business owners, and is one of the upstarts in this northern city. His whereabouts are secret, but I am It was found that he and the owner of the banquet were very friendly and often came and went in this garden."

"In addition, when the owner of the banquet went on holiday during the New Year, it was also Mr. Yangu to see him off."

"So, Banquet boss, do you really know nothing about the Su family?"

Yanlin was calm on the surface, but was also secretly surprised. He didn't expect Fu Hanchuan to investigate so deeply. Moreover, Fu Hanchuan came to make an appointment during the New Year, and he shrugged off and said that he would go on vacation. Also checked.

Yanlin smiled and said, "Yangu is my son, but I'm a cook. He is a successful entrepreneur. As I said before, tea waiter has the professional field of tea waiter. I am a chef and have the expertise of a chef. Each has its own strengths."

"Our father and son are not like Mr. Fu's family. The father and the son inherit the business. We have different fields and don't discuss work matters in private. He came to me to have a home-cooked meal and talk to me. He bought a company. For fun, if you accidentally offend Mr. Fu, I will apologize for him."

"Playing?" Fu Hanchuan chuckled, "No matter how the Su family is down, the brand has a market value of hundreds of millions. After your son bought a company, he wrote it off and completely overwhelmed the Su family. This gameplay was scary. There is also the old house of the Su family, the place where the northern city is full of gold, but there is a ruin, Mr. Yan really knows nothing about it?"

"Really?" Yanlin pretended to be surprised, "Then I really don't know. Maybe Su Run accidentally offended Yangu?"

The sights of the two men collided in mid-air, Fu Hanchuan's eyes were suspicious, and Yanlin was calm. After a few seconds, Fu Hanchuan smiled lightly and said, "Then, I will disturb you."

...

The gate of the pillow garden slowly closed, and Yanlin faced the thick night outside the window, her eyes flickering and her brows frowned deeply.

On the other side, Fu Hanchuan was sitting in the car, holding the steering wheel with both hands, the car lights illuminating the road ahead, and the surrounding trees rustled in the wind, shaking like a ghost.

Is this Yanlin a human or a ghost?

Fu Hanchuan's breath sinks slightly. The more clues he has, the more doubts he has. When he went to the study room just now, it looked like it had been deliberately manipulated. It was very empty, but it seemed more like something was hidden.

There was a blank space on the wall, which was different in color from elsewhere. Something that should have been hanging there was taken off. That big table is a special table for those masters of traditional Chinese painting. It looks out of place in the study, and there is only a set of tea sets on it.

This is too deliberate...

Fu Hanchuan glanced at his phone, switched to Bluetooth mode, and called Qiao Shen: "Continue to investigate Yangu in detail. The more detailed the better, I need to know all his origins."