Strongly Locked Up, Fu Shao’s Dumb New Wife

Fu Hanchuan didn't turn around, nor did he stand up, looking at the opposite person across the road with a cold face in embarrassment.

Su Xiang pursed her lips and touched her ears, because she was rushing to choreograph the singer, but when she was uninspired, she went out to stroll and saw square dancing here, so she was watching here. After a while, it felt like I took a notebook and drew a few moves, but I didn't expect to meet him here.

I don’t know if I should just turn around as if I didn’t see it, or just say hello and leave

The two of them were looking at each other awkwardly across the road. At this time, the child on the skates slid across the road with one kick. The kick was too hard, and he rushed directly at Su Xiang. Su Xiang was caught by that. The child hit her **** and sat on the ground. The child was pressed against her, and Su Xiang felt that his stomach would be pierced by him.

The pulley under the child's feet didn't work well, so he slipped when he stood up. Su Xiang was pressed by him several times and couldn't get up. At this time, the collar of the boy's neck was suddenly lifted up, and when he turned his head, he saw a man. With a cold face, his expression scared to death.

The boy was so scared that he curled his lips and started sobbing. The child’s parents ran over and saw that his child was crying. Subconsciously, he felt that the man had bullied their child. He said, “What’s the matter with you? A child, how can you bully a child!"

Fu Hanchuan's expression was cold and severe, his majestic eyes swept away, and his thin lips opened and closed: "Go away!"

Although the other party had two people, they didn't dare to cause trouble against such a man who was brazen all over. He walked away cursing and scolding his child. Su Xiang was holding his belly with one hand, and trying to stand up with one hand, probably sitting just now. The next time was too cruel, the pain in the tail vertebra made her frown, and it hurt a lot after moving like this.

A big clean palm stretched out in front of him. Su Xiang raised his head and took a look, and saw the man half-bended over, his face faintly said: "Get up."

Su Xiang glanced at him and put his hand up. The fingers were immediately squeezed. The strong arm pulled her up with a gentle pull. When Su Xiang stood up, he seemed to hear his own bones. With a click, she frowned again in pain, and snorted softly: "Ouch."

Is it because she has been sitting for a long time and can't get exercise, and her bones are starting to fail?

Su Xiang held on to her back and waited to slow down. Fu Hanchuan looked at her frowning eyebrows and said indifferently: "What's wrong?"

Su Xiang tightened her eyebrows and said: "Maybe it hurts my waist, I have to take it easy." That's what she said, but her eyes were fixed on the notebook on the ground. It was all her achievements since her career and her treasure house. When the wind blew, the paper turned over.

The book was turned over for a long time, and the seams were not firm enough. Su Xiang was worried that it would be blown away by the wind, so he squatted down slowly and wanted to pick it up. While holding Fu Ying, he squatted down to pick up things with one hand on his waist.

People from the Fu family didn't wait to see her, even if someone saw it sometimes, they just pretended not to see it and let her do it herself.

Fu Hanchuan frowned, bent down and picked up the book easily.

Su Xiang looked at the ground and saw a big hand picking up her things easily. Fu Hanchuan held her book and flipped through it. The composition on it was extremely simple. The circle and stick supported a person, and she could understand this kind of thing.

He handed the notebook over and said lightly: "Is this your draft choreography?"

Su Xiang took the notebook and patted the dust on it like a baby and said, "Thank you."

She has the weight of the notebook in her hand, but her body suddenly rises into the air. After exclaiming, she sees the firm chin above her head, and the man has a small profile. She was held in her arms by the man, and all she breathed from her nose was the faint smell of tobacco and alcohol, and her body could clearly feel his strong muscles.

Su Xiang had a backache and didn't dare to struggle hard. He patted his arm and said, "What are you doing, let me down." Why is this person doing this again.

Fu Hanchuan cast his eyes down and glanced at her: "No matter how annoying you are, I will throw you in the flowerbed."

On the edge of the mall is a flowerbed that is planted with June snow. After a fall and winter dormancy, it has grown to knee-high, like untrimmed hair in a mess. I don’t know who threw that kind of birthday candles in the flower bed. The candles burned out, but the thing was still dying to sing birthday songs, and it was even more weird. Su Xiang glanced at it and slumped his mouth. .

Fu Hanchuan saw that she was honest, and while walking towards the car, he said lightly: "Your waist may be injured. Go to the hospital for an examination first."

Su Xiang also felt that his waist might have been twisted, so he closed his mouth and said nothing.

Fu Hanchuan didn’t have a word, the only thing that was quiet was the sound of his deep breathing and the sound of his footsteps knocking on the ground. The rhythm of the click was steady and powerful, not hurried or slow, in this quiet street, all the feelings. It seems to be enlarged.

Su Xiang intentionally relaxed his breathing, but felt that his senses were more sensitive. As he walked, her cheeks inadvertently rubbed on the cloth on his chest, itchy, as if even the sound of his chest heart beating.

Su Xiang glanced at his chin, turned his gaze away, and crossed his arms to look behind him.

The street lights on both sides turned the dark night into a faint orange-yellow, and stretched his figure obliquely. She was hugged by his arms and intertwined with his figure into a cross.

That's not true. Her hair is hanging and her toes are tilted upwards. She has an upper hook and a lower hook on her side, which is a bit like the Buddhist swastika?

Fu Hanchuan's Yu Guang looked at the expression on her face. He was still nervous just now. At this moment, I didn't know what she was looking at, and even his toes moved.

She kept looking behind him again, who was following, or did the bear kid just do something behind him?

Fu Hanchuan tilted his head slightly and glanced behind him, but he saw nothing but his figure.

He retracted his gaze and asked quietly, "What are you looking at?"

Su Xiang heard the words and glanced at him and said, "It's nothing."

Su Xiang thought his car was parked nearby, but he hadn't reached his car after walking for so long, and he didn't know why he was here. Just thinking about how he ran to watch the square dance, no one like him looked like a panicking person. He has so many friends and so many people who favor him, so he can't be too busy.

After a couple of sentences, it was still quiet, quietly reminding people of those embarrassments.

Su Xiang rolled his eyes and suddenly said, "Do you know what I saw just now?"

"what?"

Su Xiang said: "Something followed you just now, the kind that you couldn't see."

I heard that many dignitaries went to temples to pray for God and worship Buddha in three days, and some even went to Thailand to invite Gumantong.

Fu Hanchuan glanced at her speechlessly, and said, "Well, I'll be with you anyway."

There were a lot of streets with cars and pedestrians just now, but at this time they lost their popularity. If you walk alone, it will not be ghosts, but gangsters with knives. This woman clearly fell on her **** just now, and she probably had her brain growing up on her ass.

In front of him is the parked car. Fu Hanchuan gently squeezed his arm, but now he doesn’t want to let her down. He thinks the road can be longer and longer.

At the end of the road, at the end of the road, Fu Hanchuan stopped by the car door, put the person down and walked around half the front of the car to the driver's seat. Su Xiang glanced at him and unscrewed the handle of the car door.

After sitting down, Su Xiang lowered his head and fastened his seat belt. Fu Hanchuan glanced at her sideways, and suddenly said with his hands on the steering wheel, "Speaking of the road where no one is walking, I think of such a gloomy place." He had just been there not long ago.

Su Xiang asked subconsciously: "Where?"

Fu Hanchuan said: "Zillow Garden, where you have been. I wonder if you feel this way?"

Su Xiang frowned, "What are you going to do in the pillow garden?"

Fu Hanchuan didn't answer her, but said: "The boss over there made a court tofu. The taste is similar to yours. Do you know him?"

Su Xiang kept her eyelids down, all her information about Yanlin was still vague, and everything just awaited verification. And she also personally said that he no longer needs to intervene in her affairs.

She said, "I've been there a few times, and I don't know him."

Fu Hanchuan looked at her as she shut up, his face became heavy, and he didn't bother to talk to her anymore. There is no hospital nearby. The car drove quietly for ten minutes. Su Xiang's back was pressed against the pillow, and his face was still wrinkled uncomfortably. Fu Hanchuan glanced at her and drove the car faster: "Be patient. "

Finally a public hospital appeared in front of him. When the wheel turned into the gate, it passed the speed bump, and the car bumped slightly. Su Xiang couldn't help but grabbed his arm and yelled.

Fu Hanchuan frowned and looked at her: "It hurts so much?" Isn't it a bone fracture or something?

The temperature at night is still cold, and she wears a lot of clothes, is she not so calcium-deficient?

Su Xiang glared at him, who knows who hurts. Fu Hanchuan muttered: "Who told you not to avoid it."

The car stopped slowly in the parking lot. When Su Xiang was struggling to get out of the car, the man had already walked around and opened the door. Su Xiang looked up at him, and Fu Hanchuan bent over and carried her out again into the building. .

There are also many emergency patients at night. Nurses and doctors are very busy. Of course, they don't have the same treatment as in private hospitals. Fu Hanchuan found a wheelchair and asked her to sit first, and then pushed to the doctor to watch.

In the doctor's office, Su Xiang was lying on the examination bed, the sweater and the bottoming shirt underneath were half lifted, and the pants fell down to the tail vertebrae. At this time, there was no doctor in the imaging department. The doctor in the emergency room was on her waist, and the tail vertebra was pressed here and there. Su Xiang was shivered by her and couldn't help but yelled, "It hurts."

Standing outside the curtain, Fu Hanchuan heard the cry inside and walked in. He saw a piece of white and greasy skin in front of him, with a layer of fluorescence under the light, and that thin waist, which he had pinched many times. Her waist was doing exercises like this, and her body became slightly hot.

The doctor felt someone nearby, and looked back at him and frowned, "Sir, how can you come in."

Su Xiang heard the sound, and immediately turned her head to see Fu Hanchuan standing on the side of the bed looking at her lower back. She twisted her neck and looked back, and saw the raised buttocks and cheeks immediately reddened behind her. She turned her arm back and pulled her clothes to cover it, but she was in pain now, and this turn made her tighten her face.

Fu Hanchuan held down her finger and said, "What are you moving, do you want to hurt more seriously?"

He turned his head to the doctor and said, "I am her husband, there is nothing I can't see."

Even if it is a husband and wife relationship, there is no need to look at it like this, like a hungry wolf. The doctor murmured, but said nothing more.

Su Xiang didn't want to be looked at by him like this, and found a reason: "Go and help me get the medical record card, and the doctor will prescribe the medicine after a diagnosis."

It's not that she coaxed him out, but even if she blasted him out angrily, he wouldn't necessarily be able to move a step.

Fu Hanchuan glanced at her and walked out with a straight face. Words are posted on every counter in the outside lobby. There are people lined up at the toll office and the registration office. Fu Hanchuan glanced at both sides, walked to the registration office and stood in line, raised his watch and glanced at it, his breath sinking. After it came down, his face became even more ugly.

He is so valuable every minute, why waste time queuing here? I knew that so many people were sick, it would be better to go to a private hospital more time and see more

Stopped, Fu Hanchuan sighed heavily. The super national treatment he received in private hospitals was only an honest queuing here.

There are everyone in the hospital, especially at night like this. Some people are wearing cotton pajamas when they go out urgently. Fu Hanchuan is a tall man, he is very well-dressed, and looks outgoing. Standing straight there, there is a kind of outstanding person. Both the sense of sight has attracted a lot of attention, and some little girls and daughters-in-law are still taking pictures with their mobile phones.

Fu Hanchuan was fed up with such eyes, frowned, walked to the front, took out his wallet and took out a few red tickets and said, "I'll change it with you."

The man looked at Fu Hanchuan, and then at the end of the team, feeling a little dazed for a while. The hospital was originally to spend money, and it was too late to feel distressed. At this time, someone took a few hundred yuan bills to change positions, depending on the length of the team, and so on, it was only half an hour less.

Who wouldn't like to be able to earn a day's salary in less than half an hour? Immediately the man took the money and walked to the end of the line. Fu Hanchuan put away his wallet, stood at the forefront without expression under the eyes of the crowd, and said to the person on duty at the window: "Registration."

In the doctor’s office, Su Xiang had already checked. When she sat up and went down to the ground, she saw Fu Hanchuan coming in and seeing her sorting her clothes, her face seemed to have some expression of regret, but that moment was too fast, and Su Xiang caught Not late, I saw him put the medical record card on the doctor's desk and asked, "How?"

The doctor entered the information on the medical record card into the computer, while saying: "The initial diagnosis is nothing serious, but I should stay in the hospital for one night. The details will not be known until the film is taken tomorrow."

Fu Hanchuan frowned, "Wait tomorrow?"

The doctor looked up at him: "If you want to, you can go back now."

Su Xiang leaned on his waist and moved slowly over, and said to Fu Hanchuan: "You go back first."

Fu Hanchuan pushed her into the wheelchair without knowing how serious it was. Su Xiang yelled again in pain, and Fu Hanchuan coldly said, "Then stay for one night."

He wanted to take her to Guhua Hospital. Seeing her unconscionable appearance, he might have asked that person to accompany her again.

The ward will certainly not be. A ward has three beds, separated by a curtain in the middle. Su Xiang was placed on the bed by the window, got up from the wheelchair, leaned down on the bed, and slowly Lift the leg up.

Fu Hanchuan stood on the side, watching her alone and refusing to ask him to help, so she just left her alone, anyway, it wasn't him who hurt.

Although Su Xiang didn't feel so painful at the moment, after all this tossing, a thin layer of sweat still broke out on his body. She grabbed the pillow and put it under her body, and said dullly: "It's late, you go back, Fu Ying is still at home."

Fu Hanchuan leaned against the wall with a long body, and the window behind him was black, making his shadow outline a little deeper. He held his arms and looked at the woman lying in front of him. There were other patients groaning in the ward. You can tell what it's like to sleep all night under such conditions, and the woman closed her eyes and looked like she was about to fall asleep.

He said coldly: "Mother Song is watching at home, but you, will you call him when you drive me away?"

Su Xiang opened his eyes without looking at him. He took the phone from the bedside table and turned on the screen. The blue veins on Fu Hanchuan's forehead jumped up and grabbed her phone and said viciously, "Don't even think about it."

Su Xiang lost his mobile phone, opened his palm to him, and said faintly: "I have to call back and let Zhang Ma take care of the pearls."

Fu Hanchuan was taken aback and threw the phone back. Su Xiang picked up the phone and called out Zhang’s number to call. Zhang’s mother heard that she was still in the hospital with her injured waist and asked in a hurry: "Miss Su, Are you OK?"

Su Xiang said, "It's okay, I'll be back tomorrow." She confessed a few more words and hung up the phone, putting her phone back on the bedside table.

Fu Hanchuan kept looking at her, and seeing her closing her eyes again, his brows became deeper and deeper. In the other two beds, both elderly people were asleep, and the groans were not loud, but one after another, it sounded annoying.

After hearing another groan, Fu Hanchuan finally couldn't bear to go up and grab Su Xiang's arm and said, "Get up, I'll take you to the hospital."

Su Xiang lay still and did not open his eyes. He only slowly said, "Fu Hanchuan, this is how birth, aging, sickness and death are." When people get older, there will be more illnesses, and how many people have gone to the end without disaster and disease?

Fu Hanchuan frowned, and on the bed next door, a vague voice was heard: "Old man, come and drink some water. Don't shout so loudly. It affects others' rest."

There was another rustling sound, and an old lady walked over with two bottles of milk in her hand and said embarrassedly: "The old man is sick with gallstones. I'm sorry to disturb you."

She handed the milk to Fu Hanchuan, and Fu Hanchuan stared at the old lady in front of him blankly. How could he ask for something from someone else, but listened to Su Xiang: "Take it."

She pointed her lower back to the old lady, smiled and said, "It's okay, I am also in pain."

After the two words, Fu Hanchuan took the two bottles of milk in a ghostly manner. The old lady smiled, patted his arm and said with a smile: "The young man loves his wife, it's good."

The old lady didn't stay much, she left after she said hello. Fu Hanchuan's brows were knotted, and she stared at the milk in her hand, young man?

He grew up so many people called him all kinds of names, but no one called him that yet.

Su Xiang glanced at him, then said: "Go back, I'm fine, really." She didn't have much injury, and she was relieved now, and the doctor just didn't worry about letting her do something. Check in detail.

Fu Hanchuan glanced at her, put down the two bottles of milk and left.

Without him blocking the light, it was a little brighter here. Su Xiang glanced at the night outside the window, wondering why this person didn't pull the curtains smoothly. So many people die in the hospital every day, and she dare not look out the window at night.

Su Xiang looked at his notebook for a while, and after an unknown period of time, he just fell asleep. A figure approached slowly, with very light steps, and sat down by the bed. He glanced at the bedside table, and one of the two bottles of milk on it had a straw inserted.

He glanced at the woman's sleeping face, took the quilt and covered her, then opened the plastic bag in his hand, took out some toiletries, and a pair of cotton slippers.

Fu Hanchuan just went out to buy these.

He put the slippers on the ground, looked at the woman blankly when he straightened up, and gently stroked his fingers along the arc of her cheek. About itching, the woman shrank her head, changed direction and went back to sleep.

Fu Hanchuan tilted his head, sat on the side of the bed and looked at her like this. He probably saw the old couple just now. At this time, he only felt that the time was quiet, as if it had stopped.

The air became quieter, everyone in the ward was asleep, and occasionally there were uneasy moans. Fu Hanchuan didn't feel annoyed at this moment, but a little envious of the old couple.

In fact, at the end of life, it is not your children, not your relatives or friends, who are with you at the end of your life, but the person in front of you who can bear all your bad temper.

The man squeezed her finger, his eyes softened, and he was a little grateful that he didn't transfer her to another hospital, otherwise, he would not have that kind of feeling, ordinary, simple, the warmth of being dependent on each other.

The next morning, at six o'clock in the morning, a nurse came in to measure the blood pressure of the patient. Su Xiang was awakened, and after a yawn, she was attracted by the things on the bedside table. Her mouth was half open, and she moved to take a look. Those things, toothbrushes, toothpaste, towels, mineral water, buns and yogurt.

Su Xiang's head was still not sober, he opened the quilt dumbfounded, and looked down. There was a pair of pink plush slippers on the ground, and his feet were soft and warm when he stepped on it.

Su Xiang turned her head and touched the things on the bedside table again. The plastic bag screamed. She didn't think there was a snail girl in the hospital, and someone specially prepared these things for her.

The corner of the curtain was lifted, and Fu Hanchuan's refreshing face appeared in front of her, looking at her lightly and saying: "Wake up?"

Su Xiang looked at him blankly and nodded: "Well, I woke up." Didn't he go back last night?

Fu Hanchuan put the soy milk buns on the bedside table in his hand, fiddling with those things and said: "Wake up and wash your face and brush your teeth."