Strongly Locked Up, Fu Shao’s Dumb New Wife

Six or seven hours later, the plane landed in Belgium, the pick-up car took the people away and immediately rushed to the local hospital.

Most of the people in the hospital are foreigners, seeing the faces of Asians, and they are still so handsome, just as curious and seductive as those blond men in China.

With this kind of attention, Fu Hanchuan went straight to the ward in a hurry. Pushing the door in, Madam Zhuo Ya had just had an operation, and she was still not awake at this time.

Fu Hanchuan sat on the side of the bed, looking at her bloodless face, a piece of white rushing out of the roots of her black hair, it turned out that she was so old.

He picked up the comb, Sister Xia saw it, and took a step forward and whispered, "Mr. Fu, let me do it."

Fu Hanchuan didn't say a word, just holding the comb, he took care of Madam Zhuo Ya's hair a bit. She always pays attention to image, and she does not allow herself to have the slightest misbehavior when she is sick.

Sister Xia pursed her lips. After holding her lips for a while, she couldn't help but said, "Sir, it's good if you can come. Madam, although she is outside during this time, she is suffering in her heart."

Fu Hanchuan looked at Mrs. Zhuo Ya who was asleep quietly, and he seemed even more so cold and hard to approach without saying a word.

The Fu family seems to be resplendent and magnificent. Everyone is standing on the top. Everyone who goes out is respectful to them, but what they really are like is that they can only respond to those words.

After a while, Qiao pushed the door deeply and said: "The hospital has been docked, and you can pick up your wife back for treatment at any time."

When Fu decided to get involved in the tourism industry, it was very important that it could develop so rapidly in just a few years. After Fu Hanchuan took over Fu's, he spliced ​​tourism and medical care. When he set up the European market a few years ago, he connected foreign hospitals with the hospitals that Fu's holds shares to give customers a more sense of security. At this time, I didn't expect Madam Zhuo Ya to experience it herself.

Of course, this can only be a small fortune in this situation. Qiao Shen looked at Madam Zhuo Ya, and remembered that she was a stern and cold iron lady. She never thought that she would fall down one day.

Fu Hanchuan nodded: "Yeah."

Seeing that he was in a bad mood, Qiao Shen didn't even want to say more. However, what should be said is still to be said. He suggested: "Mr. Fu, I think it is better for the wife to rest here in the current form of Beicheng."

The so-called not seeing the heart and not getting upset, it is better to recuperate in this foreign country than to face those public opinions. In her situation, it is really not suitable to be stimulated anymore. As long as you don't let your wife see those news reports.

Fu Hanchuan's breath sank. While thinking about it, Mrs. Zhuoya heard Qiao Shen's suggestion and slowly opened her eyes. She said weakly, "No, go back."

Seeing her waking up, Sister Xia said in surprise: "Madam, you are awake!"

Qiao Shen also called out respectfully, and Fu Hanchuan looked at her: "Mom."

Madam Zhuo Ya nodded weakly, a little excited, it had been a long time since he had heard him call her that way. After quarreling several times and estranged again and again, he was only willing to shout when he fell ill.

Her eyes slowly turned around in the ward without much disappointment. She sneered and said to Sister Xia: "Go and clean up, let's go back."

Fu Hanchuan frowned his eyebrows: "Mom, I think it's better to continue recuperating here. I will take care of the things over there, so don't worry."

Madam Zhuo Ya looked at him, slowly shook her head, and looked at the ceiling for a long time. She eased her breath and said, "Hanchuan, Fu has been in a mess, right?"

"..."

"Are you embarrassed by them?"

"..."

Fu Hanchuan was silent again and again, and Qiao Shen thought of the directors surrounding him in the president's office to explain, and couldn't help but say something. Fu Hanchuan held him back.

Madam Zhuo Ya glanced at him and said, "I was the one who was tired of you. I shouldn't have left and let you clean up the mess for me. But now, I can't avoid it."

Fu Hanchuan's fingers on his knees tightened, and he said calmly, "I said, I will deal with it."

Mrs. Zhuo Ya ignored his words, but suddenly asked: "Did he let you down?" This "he" refers to Fu Zhengnan.

Fu Hanchuan didn't respond, but Qiao Shen was startled. His wife was indeed a wife. Under this circumstance, he could still know the company so clearly.

However, the position of president is still President Fu, but the few words Mr. Da Fu said in front of the directors are tantamount to evading President Fu, and it is almost the same.

Madam Zhuo Ya guessed at Qiao Shen's face that she was almost guessing. She and Fu Zhengnan's husband and wife for more than 30 years, what kind of person he is, can she still not know?

How could he be willing to miss such a good opportunity.

Moreover, at the time when Fu was in a mess, Fu Hanchuan was supposed to be in the company, but now people appeared in Belgium, thousands of miles away. Can't you explain anything?

Madam Zhuo Ya glanced at Fu Hanchuan and said, "Hanchuan, as long as I am here, he won't want to take away your things! He won't even want to move half of your position!"

After saying these few words, she panted, and sweat came out. Fu Hanchuan took the towel that Sister Xia handed over and wiped her. His expressionless face could not show any emotions, and his tone was still calm and self-sufficient. Said: "Mother is still at ease to recuperate, so don't worry about the people next to you."

Madam Zhuo Ya calmed down, frowned slightly and looked at him carefully, feeling that he was a little too calm. Does he really care about gains and losses, or do not want to fight anymore?

Thinking of this possibility, her face changed: "Samkawa, you can't"

At this time, Fu Hanchuan took the towel back and stood up, and handed it to Sister Xia who was waiting on the side, and then said lightly: "Mother, I have my own arrangements for everything."

Madam Zhuo Ya was wondering what he wanted to do, arrange, what did he arrange?

Fu Hanchuan turned his head to look at Sister Xia who dared not say anything, and said, "Take care of Madam."

Sister Xia nodded quickly and said, "Mr. Fu, I understand."

After Fu Hanchuan gave the explanation, he didn't stop much, and took Qiao Shen to the door. Madam Zhuoya looked at his back and suddenly said, "Hanchuan, the big Fu family, only our mother and son are of one mind."

"That woman, I told you a long time ago that she came back to retaliate, don't you understand?"

She didn't know what he was thinking, but she knew why he didn't want to talk more, he just didn't want her to mention that woman. But these words must be mentioned, and she has to say.

"She has achieved her goal and is going to take it all back. You wake up!"

Three years ago, Qi Lingyang gave the prosperous Tang with both hands and gave up the position of heir to the Fu family to leave. How could he give up? Just put it down temporarily, she knew that he would make a comeback! As for that woman, she was unwilling to be a bargaining chip, she wanted to take it back for Qi Lingyang!

Fu Hanchuan stopped talking for a while, and pulled up again to leave.

The door closed, Madam Zhuoya gasped, looking up at the ceiling with red eyes, intermittently saying: "I won't let my son lose everything like this!"

In the night of Beicheng, thousands of lights are like stars.

In the apartment, Fu Zhengnan sat at the dining table and drank a few sips of pork belly chicken soup. Yu Cangcang saw that the bottom of his bowl was empty, so he took the bowl and filled him with another bowl and said, "Is this soup delicious? Rarely. You drink so much."

Fu Zhengnan's face was deep, and it seemed that he was not indulged in a bowl of soup, but he hummed and didn't want to say it all.

At his age, don't you know how to avoid women's harassment? If you say that you don’t like it, she will be unhappy. If you want to talk to you, you have to say yes. If you want to say that you are thinking about something, you have to talk about what you are thinking. This opening says why you are in a bad mood and you have no fun. So, it’s better to simply deal with it.

But Yu Cangcang was not an ordinary woman, and he knew what he was thinking just a little while. After passing the soup bowl, she said, "I heard that Madam Zhuo Ya had an operation in the hospital, won't you go and take a look?"

Fu Zhengnan was holding a soup spoon, and a drop of soup was hanging on the bottom of the spoon. He lost his appetite, put a paper towel on his mouth and wiped his hands. Take the time out."

Yu Cangcang glanced at his dull face, consciously lowered his eyelids and drank soup to eat. For a while, there was only a slight noise from the clash of the bowls and chopsticks. After a while, she raised her eyes and looked at Fu Zhengnan and said, "It's just a few articles. Fu only needs to wash a lot of manuscripts. Is it so serious?"

Fu Zhengnan glanced at her and said, "What do you know."

She is top-notch in intelligence work, but the people on the board of directors have caught up for a good time. Fu Zhengnan's eyes flashed with cold light. He had been fighting in the mall for many years, but he smelled an unusual smell.

Yu Cangcang was not annoyed when he was underestimated by the man, and the corners of his lips curled and said, "I want to know what those do. My current hobby is to make cakes and sell coffee. When I am happy, I will make a pot of soup to reward myself. You have to be lucky. , You can get me a piece of the pie."

Fu Zhengnan squinted at her and snorted. Yu Cangcang blinked at him, and he snorted again. Seeing her obedient and coquettish appearance, the suffocating breath in his heart finally eased.

He beckoned: "Come here."

Yu Cangcang stood up and sat on his lap. Fu Zhengnan pinched her cheek and said, "You thing, I have to look at your face to drink the soup."

Another seven or eight hours passed, and it was early morning in Beicheng, and the sky turned blue.

This night, despite Yu Cangcang's thoughtful service, Fu Zhengnan didn't sleep well and woke up early. He looked at the woman with his eyes on his chest and stroked her hair. Yu Cangcang felt itchy. He opened his eyes and glanced at him, and said vaguely: "Why did you wake up so early?"

"Well, I can't sleep anymore." Fu Zhengnan touched her round shoulders for a while, curling his eyebrows thinking about something.

The last time Mrs. Zhuoya issued an apology announcement, some people felt that they were going to divorce, and this time, with the disclosure of those articles, everyone felt that Mrs. Zhuoya's morals were misbehaving. When she was not worthy of the position of Mrs. Fu. Yu Cangcang didn't speak a word either, you know, this is the best time for her to speak.

He opened his mouth and said: "Cangcang, don't you say something?"

Yu Cangcang's sleep was disturbed, he patted his hand away, turned over and said vaguely: "What are you talking about, I'm exhausted, don't disturb my sleep"

Fu Zhengnan glanced at her and lifted the quilt to get up. After washing, he left the apartment. At this time, Yu Cangcang sat up, turned his head and looked at the closed door, his eyes were clear.

What do you want her to say?

Speak up at this time, let them divorce, and let her be in charge? It's not that she can't do it, but she knows where she is, there is nothing behind her, and sitting in the position is just another target.

If Fu Zhengnan divorced Mrs. Zhuoya at this time, it would be a good strategy to protect himself, but at the same time he was responsible for treachery and abandoning the infamy of his wife. However, she is now in the position. Suspects.

When Fu Zhengnan returned to the Fu family's old house, the sky was already bright, and at this time it was still far from work. He didn't know why he thought of going home at this time, as if he had been back many years ago. At that time, he was still Mr. Fu as people said, with a happy family and a smooth career.

But beneath the surface is this indifferent home. He needs to maintain that appearance and cannot spread unfavorable rumors, so he returns to the house every day before dawn.

A few servants from the old house followed Madam Zhuo Ya to Belgium. There are still a few left here. Under the stewardship of the housekeeper, they perform their duties conscientiously. Seeing Fu Zhengnan who came back early in the morning, he was stunned and greeted respectfully: "Mr. Da Fu."

Fu Zhengnan gave a hum, and walked into the inner room with an expressionless face. The more it was this time, the more people felt that it was an extraordinary period. The servants behind them exchanged their sights and whispered: "Why is Mr. Fu also coming back?"

Inside the house, Fu Zhengnan just stepped into the door, suddenly stopped, and turned his eyes to the direction of the restaurant.

There, Fu Hanchuan was sitting, eating breakfast slowly. Sister Xia in the old house was in charge of the meal. She was absent, and Fu Hanchuan suddenly came back. He hurriedly ordered the housekeeper to buy the morning tea and snacks from Xinghualou.

Looking at him, Fu Zhengnan frowned slightly, and said, "Didn't you go to Belgium?"

He turned around, walked towards the dining room, pulled out the chair and sat down, and the servant immediately put on the table and chopsticks. The father and son had not had breakfast together for many years.

Fu Hanchuan was drinking the porridge and put down his spoon and said, "Doesn't my father ask what his mother's condition is?" He raised his head, with red blood in his eyes, showing fatigue as he rushed back and forth.

Fu Zhengnan clamped a crab noodle bag, and paused when he heard that: "Are you dissatisfied with me?"

Fu Hanchuan stared at him. The father and son were glued for a moment. Fu Zhengnan retracted his gaze and said, "People over there will report her situation to me at any time."

Fu Hanchuan lowered his eyes and continued to eat breakfast, his voice said coldly, "Why would my father be back at this time?"

Fu Zhengnan ate unhurriedly, and said, "Why, do I need to pick time when I return to my place?"

Fu Hanchuan's lips twitched coldly, and he looked at him and said, "Father remembered that for so many years, my mother had kept the air in this house alone, and felt sorry for her?"

"Or the person who lives in this house is suddenly gone, feeling a little flustered?"

Fu Zhengnan's face sank, and his chopsticks snapped on the table: "Fu Hanchuan!"

Fu Hanchuan glanced at his fingers a few inches away from him in front of the table, then lowered his eyelids and slowly took a sip of the porridge. A sneer appeared on his face. He said, "Is my father going to divorce her?"

For the first time in many years, this was the first time he asked in front of his face. The room was full of silence, as if time and space had all stopped. Both of them sat quietly, but were extremely sensitive to each other's every move. .

Fu Zhengnan frowned and raised his head to look at him. There was a lot of coldness in his eyes. Fu Hanchuan slowly raised his eyes and said to him: "If you want a divorce, I won't stop it. But if it's this time, you can't."

He would not let this man leave her when she was the most helpless and desolate.

As the Son of Man, he will keep her last dignity.

Fu Hanchuan returned from Belgium and sat in the old house of the Fu family for a while. I didn't expect that Fu Zhengnan would also pass by at that time. The father and son enjoyed a breakfast with swords and shadows.

In the small park on Guhua Road, people who wake up in the morning are already exercising in the morning. Fu Hanchuan returned from the Fu's old house and drove past the road in the small park. He glanced slightly to the side, and the speed of the car slowed down.

At this point in time, there are only three types of people who get up early: the elderly, children, and young people who insist on exercising. Young people jogging on their shoulders, old people wearing loose Tang suits playing Tai Chi, children stumbling on the lawn, and the peaceful state of being bathed in the morning light, so that the man's mood at the bottom of the valley is relieved.

And in this, the woman sitting on the wooden bench looks abrupt.

The man glanced over there, and the car continued to drive forward. Suddenly, the car backed up for a while and stopped.

Looking at the woman's back, the man frowned, opened the car door and walked down.

The leather shoes stepped on the lawn softly and rustling, and the sharp green was overwhelmed under his soles. When his footsteps were raised, the grass-tips straightened up unyieldingly, just a little crooked. Form a string of footprints.

The footprints moved towards the woman, and the man's low voice suddenly sounded: "Why are you here?"

Su Xiang was startled when he heard the sound. Turning his head, he saw Fu Hanchuan standing behind her with a stern face. Su Xiang was a little surprised to see him at this time, but he sorted out his emotions and stood up and said:" I heard that Mrs. Zhuoya is sick, so I want Fu Ying to stay with me for a while."

Could it be that after telling her about Mrs. Zhuo Ya, Su Xiang woke up all night before dawn, and then couldn't sleep anymore. Madam Zhuoya fell ill, and Fu was in chaos again. He probably didn't have much time or the mood to take care of Fu Ying, knowing he was unlikely to agree, but after thinking about it, she still bit the bullet and came over.

But when he got here, he remembered. He probably hadn't returned when he went to Belgium, so he thought about waiting here. Fu Ying would go to see him when he got up from school, but he didn't expect him to come back.

After a period of silence, Su Xiang's heart was frowned upon by his gaze, thinking that he might have touched his reverse scale again, biting the corner of his lower lip, or planning to wait for his answer.

Fu Hanchuan glanced at her with a stern face, then walked around half of the bench and sat down beside her, looking at the front with a stern face. Su Xiang still stood upright, lowered his eyelids and glanced at him. From a very close distance, he could see his stubborn chin, his face was slightly oily, and his face was tired, but his waist was still It stands straight and looks majestic and inviolable.

He didn't speak, because he didn't even bother to speak up when he refused, Su Xiang said in a convenient way: "Just forget it if you don't want to."

As she said, she planned to leave. At this moment, her wrist was pulled by someone suddenly, Su Xiang sat down unexpectedly, and before she could react, the man suddenly lay down, his body occupying most of the bench. , Her long leg was hanging down on the other end, and her head was pressed against her leg.

Su Xiang was stunned, looking down at the man closing his eyelids as if he was about to sleep, what is this?

Su Xiang pushed him: "What are you doing, get up"

The man's body didn't move at all, and he didn't even move his eyelids. He just muffled: "If you move any more, don't talk about it."

Su Xiang held back the strength to push him away and dropped his hand. But she was a little surprised. So, he was willing to leave Fu Ying to her to take care of?

Fu Hanchuan rested her head on her soft and elastic legs. Her clothes had a faint fragrance of clothing care agent, which smelled very good. He closed his eyes and asked, "What brand?"

"Huh?" Su Xiang was asked so dumbfounded by him, and he didn't know what to answer.

The man closed his eyes and didn't say a word, Su Xiang looked at him down, and the fatigue on his face became more obvious at closer distance. It probably went by overnight, and then flew back right away.

The spring breeze was slightly cool, the man moved his body and moved closer to her, a long and steady breath came, and the corners of his lips were slightly lifted to reveal a relaxed state.

Su Xiang was crushed by him and couldn't move, so he had to wait for him to wake up.

The old people around are still doing Tai Chi, with sharp eyes. After the child has fallen on the grass several times, he walks more safely. Don’t be audacious. Running young people are wearing earphones, sweat has wetted their back clothes, and the sun is getting stronger. The higher the hang, the time passes a little bit in this dynamic landscape, until the old man closes his fist, the child gets tired, and the young man jogs home along the road.

Su Xiang's legs were a little numb, and she couldn't help but moved. The man heard a long breath, and Su Xiang looked down at him: "When I wake up, I get up, my legs are numb."

The man sat up on his back, rubbed his neck with his fingers, and leaned his back against the back of the chair. He turned his head and glanced at Su Xiang and then looked forward and said, "Honestly, did you feel relieved that I came?" Is Fu Ying just your excuse?"

Su Xiang wanted to roll his eyes, and took a long breath: "Where do you get your sense of self-superiority?" Why can't you worry about him?

Fu Hanchuan seemed to laugh at himself, and the corners of his lips twitched. Su Xiang silently asked, "You don't ask me, did I do it? Revenge afterwards?"

Those people felt that she had enjoyed enough of their apologies, restored their image, and then began to retaliate against them in a real way, to make them defeated.

Fu Hanchuan squinted his eyes slightly and looked at the swing frame in front. At this time, there was a little girl swinging on it, making a creaking sound.

"Su Xiang"