Strongly Locked Up, Fu Shao’s Dumb New Wife

"Huh?" Su Xiang hung his head and rubbed his numb legs. He didn't expect to hear anything good from him. As expected, he heard the man's low voice: "When you came back last year, did you say to her? Yes, you want revenge?"

Su Xiang paused with his fingers, looked up at him, nodded and said, "Yes, that's right, I said it."

But at that time, Madam Zhuoya talked to her to keep her away from her son. She didn't want to be entangled with them anymore. But now it seems that she should have responded to her momentary joy.

Her gaze was a little cold, just like this with the cold wind, looking at the man in front of him and saying: "So what are you going to do?"

Fu Hanchuan looked at her cool gaze, smiled at the corners of her lips, turned to look forward, and repeated her fearless three words: "How..."

She admitted that she was happy and indifferent.

He said: "Do you know that you are like this. If it sounds good, it is fearless. Soldiers will stop you. If it is ugly, dead pigs are not afraid of boiling water, so you are not afraid of trouble?"

Su Xiang was startled, and then sneered: "I'm afraid of troubles, won't those troubles find me?"

People say that disaster comes out of the mouth, and she must be cautious in her words and deeds, and she is just a dumb who keeps closed, and can be sent out as a tool. What else can she do?

The sun was rising, and the surroundings gradually became lively. There were vehicles passing by from time to time on the other side of the road, and the horns of cars in the distance came from the corner of this park.

Fu Hanchuan was silent for a few seconds, turned his head and looked at her. The woman's face was facing the front, and his lips were stubborn. He suddenly sneered and said, "Well, since you caused it. , You cleaned up this mess."

Su Xiang started to get angry as soon as she heard it. She stood up quickly and stared at him: "Fu Hanchuan, why should I clean up this mess? What does it have to do with me?"

Fu Hanchuan raised his head and looked at her with a smile on his lips, a mocking expression on his face, and a few words clearly written in his eyes: Aren't you afraid of trouble?

Su Xiang rolled his head angrily, and grind his teeth. Afterwards, she sat down and said hardly: "Whether you believe it or not, since I said those agreements at the beginning, I won't regret that something happened."

Fu Hanchuan didn't speak, the bench was silent, a gust of wind blew by, the treetops rustled, and several roosting birds flew up.

There was another car lama sting on the road behind. Fu Hanchuan frowned. He seemed to be annoyed by the noise. He suddenly stood up, stomping his feet as if he was about to shake off the grass clippings on his trouser legs. Su Hunan noticed the movement and glanced sideways at his feet.

The black leather shoes are bright, the toe caps are shining in a circle, and the pants are very vertical, wrapping his long legs. Such a leg shape can probably be used as a leg model.

Su Xiang followed those long legs and looked up at the man, wondering what he was going to do.

Fu Hanchuan lowered his eyes, glanced at her with those narrow eyes, and said, "Go and pick up Fu Ying."

Su Xiang was taken aback again, and he didn't even recognize him. He only said this, and then he raised his foot and walked towards the road ahead. Su Xiang followed him, grabbed his ears, and looked at the tall figure in front of him. He always felt that he was weird.

Without words all the way, when he arrived at the villa, Fu Hanchuan stood at the door to unlock the code lock, and Su Xiang stood behind him, feeling a little excited.

This place has been here once since she returned to Beicheng, and this time, she came to pick up Fu Ying.

The door opened with two beeps, and there was a light in front of him. Fu Hanchuan walked in without looking back. Mother Song was arranging Fu Ying to have breakfast. When she saw Fu Hanchuan's people, she probably didn't expect him to come back at this time. Slightly startled, he said hello: "Mr. Fu, you came back so early?"

Didn’t you say that Madam fainted abroad?

Fu Hanchuan faintly hmmed, and walked forward to the restaurant and stood. His tall figure moved, and Su Xiang, who was completely covered by him, was exposed behind him. Mother Song's eyes widened immediately: "Madam! "

Su Xiang is not so used to this name, and grudgingly smiled and said, "Mother Song."

Mother Song looked at Fu Hanchuan and Su Xiang again. She didn't understand what was going on with the two of them. Why did they come back together early in the morning? Did his wife also go to Belgium? No, it is impossible...

Just as Song’s mother was at a loss, Fu Ying saw Su Xiang’s breakfast and she didn’t want to eat. He blinked and asked, "Mom, why are you back with Dad?" After that, he turned his head. He glanced at Fu Hanchuan who was standing behind him.

Su Xiang glanced at Fu Hanchuan, his gaze fell on Fu Ying, and he pondered and said: "Fu Ying, starting from today, you live in Xiangyuan, okay?"

Fu Ying had a small mouth, looked at her in a daze, and then at Fu Hanchuan: "Dad?"

Mother Song couldn't believe it either, she was surprised and said: "Young Master Live with you?" She turned her head and looked at Fu Hanchuan.

Everyone knows that Fu Ying is the young master of the Fu family. This is not a trivial matter. Without Fu Hanchuan's personal confirmation, no one would dare to believe that it was true. As a result, all three eyes in the room fell on Fu Hanchuan.

Fu Hanchuan's breath was slightly heavy, and his tone of voice to Fu Ying was not very good. He said: "You should stay there for a few days first. Grandma is sick and hospitalized, and there are a lot of company affairs, so I don't have the time to take care of you."

Although Song's mother is taking care of him in the house, the child is at a naughty age after all, and he is a lawless master, no one can stare at him. In front of Su Xiang, this kid could be more honest.

Yesterday, Fu Hanchuan went to Belgium in a hurry. He only confessed Fu Ying on the phone. Therefore, Fu Ying knew that Mrs. Zhuoya was ill. Now listening to him say this, he couldn't help but ask in fear: "Is Grandma OK?" Grandpa is also sick...

Fu Ying lowered his eyelids, his head bowed melancholy, and he poked the sun eggs on the plate again and again.

Fu Hanchuan glanced at him, stretched out his hand and rubbed his hair and said: "It's okay, I will be back soon."

Su Xiang looked at Fu Ying, and she felt distressed when she saw him like this. No matter how Mrs. Zhuoya is, she is caring about Fu Ying, and the child has a deep affection for her.

Fu Hanchuan turned his head and said to Mother Song: "Mother Song, you go and pack his luggage, enough for a week." He looked at Su Xiang again, "Ms. Wu will come and take him to school in a while. I will tell her the matter."

Su Xiang nodded: "Well, good."

Mother Song listened to Fu Hanchuan's instructions, and immediately agreed to pack Fu Ying's luggage. After a while, she efficiently dragged out a suitcase and placed it at the foot of the dining table.

At this time, the big white cat was probably awakened by the vibration of the wheels, turned out from the study, meowed, cocked its tail and walked to Fu Hanchuan’s feet and rubbed it twice, then yelled twice at him. Sound, seems to be asking why he didn't come back yesterday.

Su Xiang stared at the cat, of course remembering that it was the cat that Fu Hanchuan picked up. Three years ago, there was a small slap-sized cat with a small milk. She was thin and fierce. She didn't feed it less, but now it's fat and fat, and it's very coquettish, but she doesn't remember her anymore.

Fu Hanchuan looked down at the cat under his feet. The black trouser legs were stained with white hair. The black and white were distinct. He kicked and drove the cat away: "Go."

The cat meowed again, jumped onto the suitcase, sat there licking the cat's paw and washed his face.

When there was nothing to say, the atmosphere became subtle. For the embarrassing few minutes, only such a cat could be seen. After a while, Mr. Wu came, and Fu won the point of going to school. Teacher Wu picked up and went to class. He looked at Fu Hanchuan: "Dad, didn't you mean to go to Xiangyuan?"

Fu Hanchuan glanced at his son, his forehead bounced with blue veins, and said angrily: "I asked you to go after school. Who told you to go now. Go to class!"

When he spoke, Fu Ying naturally didn't dare to provoke him anymore. He carried his schoolbag and followed Teacher Wu. Su Xiang watched Fu Ying go out, then picked up his suitcase and whispered to Fu Hanchuan, "Then...I'm leaving too."

After speaking, she silently pulled the suitcase and walked to the door. As soon as the suitcase moved, the cat would jump from above and squat on Fu Hanchuan's side to watch her leave. The door was closed and the big white cat barked at Fu Hanchuan. I screamed, meow...

Fu Hanchuan retracted his gaze from the door, looked down at the cat, and turned back into the bedroom without saying a word.

Mother Song still stayed in the dining room, looking at the uncleaned dishes, the direction of the bedroom, and the direction of the door. After working in Fu's house for so many years, she had never had such a day, and she was at a loss.

The husband actually asked his wife to take the young master away?

Her main task in this family is to take care of the young master, so what will she do these days?

Fortunately, Mother Song didn't feel too sad. After putting the tableware on the table and putting it in the kitchen, she went back to the master bedroom and knocked on the door of the room and said, "Mr. Fu, have you had breakfast? Do you want me to go? What can I do for you?" She saw that his face was not so good just now, and she should be very tired.

Inside the door, Fu Hanchuan loosened the two buttons between his neck, took off his tie and threw it on the bed, sat down, and said coldly: "No need."

Although I went to the old house and ate some food there, I didn't eat much later because I was at a fight with Fu Zhengnan, and I lost my appetite at this time.

Mother Song outside gave a sigh and sighed slightly. She always felt that something was going to happen to this house, but I hope it won't be too bad.

Listening to the fading footsteps at the door, Fu Hanchuan plucked a handful of his hair. The room was quiet and suffocating. Fu Hanchuan didn't sit for long, and got up and unbuttoned his shirt one by one. When he got to the bathroom, his shirt had already taken off, revealing his sturdy and well-proportioned figure.

In the bathroom, the water mist was lingering, and the shower droplet on the top of the head sprayed down, and fell along the skin texture together with the white foam.

The man leaned his back against the wall and closed his eyes, letting the spray wash his cheeks.

"Yes, yes, I said it."

"So what are you going to do?"

The woman's righteous face appeared in her mind.

Even if she wants revenge, what can he do, he can only suffer.

The corners of his lips reluctantly hooked up, turned off the shower, picked up the bath towel on the towel rack and wiped it casually, wrapped the nightgown around him and walked out.

At this time, the sunlight outside the window is just right, and when it is projected on the bed, it shines brightly on the blue quilt. The man walked to the bedside table, picked up the watch on it, took a look, put it aside, turned on the light, then walked to the window, pulled all the curtains up, and suddenly the whole room was darkened with no light through. Don't come in.

Fu Hanchuan walked back to the bed, opened the quilt, and lay in. He hadn't slept all day and night. He should be very sleepy at this time, but he opened his eyes and looked at the ceiling without sleep.

He took a long breath and turned his body to close his eyes forcibly. A few minutes later, those eyes opened again. Except for the undiminished red blood streaks, the eyes were still clear.

Hell, he actually felt that this comfortable latex mattress was not as hard as that hard, and the park bench with its legs not straight was easy to fall asleep.

Fu Hanchuan turned over and sat up, patted the pillow behind him, turned the pillow over and then lay down, thinking about the faint fragrance of her body.

After a long sigh, he got up again. When he walked outside, Mama Song was cleaning. She was stunned when she saw him coming out in a nightgown, "Mr. Fu, aren't you going to the company?"

In the past, even if he had just returned from a business trip, he would never take a short break. He would go to the company instead of the study, and he would rarely see him doing nothing.

Didn’t you say that the company is busy?

Fu Hanchuan walked to the kitchen, took a glass of wine and walked out. When he saw the big white cat squatting on the balcony and knocking cat beans carelessly, he glanced lightly and turned his head into the bedroom.

Man sitting on the sofa, holding a mobile phone in one hand and a wine glass in the other. He took a sip, flipped the page of the phone with his other hand, looked at the information scrolling on it from time to time, and a cold smile appeared on the corners of his lips.

He put the phone back on the coffee table, drank all the red wine in one sip, and slowly turned the cup with his fingers on the coffee table, his eyes were cold.

He stood up and walked over to the side of the bed. The door was not closed tightly. The big white cat strolled in, crouched under the bed and looked up, his tail slowly flicking.

The quilt swelled up and a long one, and the man lay on his back, his eyes closed, his nose was steady and long. At the corner of the bed, a white cat group was there, its ears moved occasionally, and the tail encircled most of the body.

Fu Hanchuan did not go to Fu for three days. The company has Fu Zhengnan in charge. No major disturbances occurred, but there were more board meetings than usual.

During this period, no statement came out, nor did Su Xiang's studio, which made the content described in those articles more accurate. It's just that neither Fu nor Chang didn't make any response. It seemed that they were going to deal with this matter coldly. With the passage of time, the news on the hot search has gradually cooled down, but the company's stock price has not yet risen to the original point, in the end it hurts its reputation.

For those business people with a keen sense of smell, they began to hear some rumors that Fu Hanchuan was evaded by the board of directors.

In a certain Japanese restaurant, several men and women gather here. The well-decorated boxes and the clothes on the men and women all show that they are not inferior.

One of the women in Dior's spring clothes smiled at Liang Yihui and said, "Yi Hui, you said Lu Weiqi is back. It's true. Isn't it a lie to us?"

Chen Chenbai glanced at her and choked: "It's true, you won't see it when Vicky comes." What nonsense, silly x. Vicky is also true. A few of their friends can have a dinner together, so why do you call these people?

When Lu Weiqi was in jail, these people immediately saw the wind as the rudder and voted for other celebrities. They came to this restaurant only for the purpose of watching jokes, so why bother to find yourself uncomfortable.

The woman didn't get angry because of the choking. She glanced at the door, then raised her hand to look at the Dior watch on her wrist and said, "It's late, why don't you see anyone? I have another appointment in a while." If she didn't want to see how the swan princess fell, she wouldn't be here.

The woman only plans to leave with a glance, so that she can have new conversations in other socialite circles. As soon as she finished speaking, another woman in Dior's same skirt smiled and said: "Wendy, what are you in a hurry? It's rare for everyone to get together. It's been a long time since everyone had fun together."

It sounds like a rounding off, but in the next sentence, she knows that she has the same purpose of watching jokes. The woman turned her eyes and said with a smile: "You said, how is Vicky now? Her foot is so badly injured. I heard that she went to Canada after she was released from prison. Is it cured?"

The swan princess in those years was so eye-catching, elegant, elegant, beautiful and noble, exquisite in all directions, and wide-ranging contacts. Almost all beautiful words can be used on her. Even the princes and children abroad are her guests. They These people can only watch her talk to others in the corner.

now what?

In particular, the woman clicked on the word "released from prison", using these two words to deliberately demarcate the identity of Lu Weiqi, and it is self-evident that she despised the meaning of ridicule.

Calling everyone out to meet as soon as you come back, isn't it here to borrow money?

Chen Chen was angry when he heard it, and he was out of jail and wounded his feet and feet. He was here to make trouble!

When she was on fire, Japanese voices came from outside the door. When the sliding door opened, Lu Weiqi, dressed in a light yellow floral dress, stood at the door with a silver handbag in her hand. She wore light makeup, light eyebrows, and lips. Vermilion, a long curly hair curled into a loose bun, only two strands of broken hair hang down on both sides of the cheek, his complexion is ruddy, and his complexion is very good.

Lu Weiqi smiled slightly, still as elegant and generous as before, beautiful and noble, more than two years of prison life should have made her gaunt and aging, but she seemed to be even more beautiful.

"Thank you Miss Dong for caring, my feet have been cured." She glanced at the talking woman, took off the lambskin shoes under her feet, and the waiter of the Japanese food store immediately handed the clogs slippers, and Lu Weiqi glanced slowly. Stepped on it.

Everyone's eyes were on her feet. I saw her toes are white and clean. She dances ballet all the year round and her feet should be deformed, so she didn’t like to show her feet in front of people before, but at this time, she not only showed it generously, but also didn’t mind others staring at her feet. .

Her feet have been corrected, and her ankle injuries have healed. It is no different from a normal person. She walks smoothly without any signs of lameness. Everyone saw her walking steadily from the door to the dining table.

Lu Weiqi sat down peacefully under the gaze of everyone, and smiled at them and said: "It's been a long time since we were together, how are you all?"

With a word, everyone seemed to wake up from their dreams, feeling that she was still that Lu Weiqi, elegant and generous, and everyone's eyes were on her. It's just that although she doesn't seem to have changed much, she can feel her aura becoming stronger.

If she used to wrap her strength and status with gentle affinity, and constricted her sharp edges and corners to make her sleek and sophisticated, then she has gone to that affinity and made herself fierce and powerful, revealing A breath of pressure.

Lu Weiqi's final gaze fell on that Miss Dong. The woman stuttered a little, staring at her blankly and said: "Okay, okay..."

Lu Weiqi pursed her lips and smiled, and put the silver clutch to her side. Women are sensitive to brand-name bags. Seeing that handbag, Wendy suddenly widened his eyes and said in surprise: "Vicky, your handbag is Master Bi's work, right?"

The level of Master Bi belongs to the level of Galeries Lafayette in the fashion circle. Many top designers are his disciples. His works are hard to find. You can buy a suite for the price of this handbag!

Lu Weiqi smiled indifferently and said, "It's just a handbag. What's this."

With her arms swinging, the green ring on her skirt shoulders connecting the shoulder straps gleamed softly under the light. The Miss Dong looked at it and swallowed her mouth and said, "Vickie, your skirt is also a complete Master's handwriting, right?"

That ring is jade. For the first time, Master Bi used Chinese jade to blend in his clothing. It is his new series that blends classic with fashion.

This Lu Weiqi does not show the mountains or the dew, but she wears two sets on her body!

Chen Chen looked at the two women with their eyes protruding, rolled his eyes and said sarcastically, "Is it enough to eat? These sashimi are all shipped by air, and they won’t be fresh if you don’t eat them. NS."

Lu Weiqi smiled and said: "Yeah, what are you guys looking at me doing, can I still look better than these foods?"

In Japanese cuisine, the sashimi platter is beautiful. The fresh sashimi has the original flavor, just dip it with a little soy sauce. However, after time has passed, the authenticity of the food is lost, and there is nothing special about it.

Everyone picked up their chopsticks and ate. The other man looked at Lu Weiqi and couldn't help but curiously said, "Vickie, I heard that you went to Canada. What adventure did you encounter?"

She was no longer the swan princess, and the Lu family had declined. How could she still be so dazzling, no, even more dazzling than before.

Lu Weiqi only drank the tea, and didn't touch the delicate Japanese ingredients. She rolled her eyebrows and her gaze was sharp: "In the eyes of Master Zhou, what should I be like?"

The man was photographed by her gaze, and smiled reluctantly: "Vickie, you are naturally the princess in our hearts."

At this time, Lu Weiqi put down the tea cup and said with a smile: "I just learned to make a little investment when I was bored to recuperate. It's nothing."

Liang Yihui hasn't said a word since she appeared, but has been paying attention to everything about her. At this moment, he glanced at the platter on the table and said: "Vicky, these Japanese ingredients, you used to like to eat Yes, why don't you move the chopsticks?"