Strongly Locked Up, Fu Shao’s Dumb New Wife

Fu Hanchuan glanced at Mrs. Zhuo Ya, and said, "Mom, then you take a good rest, and I will see you again in a few days."

As he was about to turn around, Mrs. Zhuo Ya suddenly stopped him: "Wait."

She stood up, took two steps forward and looked at Fu Hanchuan carefully: "What's the matter with your nose?"

After asking, she looked at Su Xiang with sharp needle-like eyes, and said angrily: "Do you dare to scratch him!"

Su Xiang didn't know what she was talking about, turned his head and looked at Fu Hanchuan, only to see a very thin scratch on his tall nose.

If you don't look closely, you can't tell it very much.

She caught him last night, but it was also he who annoyed her.

Su Xiang didn't remember if he caught him in the chaos.

In the morning he got up earlier than her, and she walked in a hurry without even noticing.

Fu Hanchuan frowned, and said indifferently, "It's not a big deal."

It's just a little scratch, what's the fuss about.

But to Mrs. Zhuoya, this is definitely not a trivial matter.

She angrily said: "She dared to do something to you, how can this be a trivial matter!"

A wife, dare to do something to her husband, even if it's just a little scratch, she can't!

The most important thing is that this person is her son, she will never allow it!

Madam Zhuo Ya was almost about to question Master Su Xiangxing. Fu Hanchuan grabbed Su Xiang's arm, took a step forward and blocked her, and said lightly: "It's none of her business."

Seeing her son's defense of the dumb man, Madam Zhuoya became even more angry, her voice was like thunder, almost without any image.

"You still protect her!"

Seeing his mother's anger, Fu Hanchuan twisted his eyebrows slightly, and said helplessly: "It's not that I want to protect her, it really doesn't matter to her."

Mrs. Zhuo Ya was afraid that Fu Hanchuan would take care of it, so she forced her to ask: "Okay, then you say, where did your injury come from?"

He is the CEO of Tangtang Company, how many people are staring at him, how can he make wounds on his face casually!

An awkward expression was drawn across Fu Hanchuan's face, he sighed lightly, and said faintly, "The cat scratched it."

Su Xiang couldn't see his expression, but doubts arose in his heart.

She thought he would say that he accidentally shaved his beard. Although this statement was a bit far-fetched, she never expected him to say that he was caught by a cat.

Who do you lie to for this reason?

Not to mention Mrs. Zhuo Ya, she herself felt unable to get it right.

"Cat?" Madame Zhuoya didn't believe a word, she didn't know that there were no small animals in the villa.

"Believe it or not, it's a cat." Fu Hanchuan didn't want to struggle with this issue anymore. Seeing Madam Zhuoya was about to speak again, he interrupted her entanglement, "Mom, Fu Ying is still at home, we will go back first."

He was in a bad mood now, so he grabbed Su Xiang's arm and turned away.

"You, you"

Madam Zhuo Ya watched them leave, and she was so angry that she sat down on the sofa.

Her son actually lied to her for that woman!

When the two of them left, Madam Zhuo Ya was still sulking, sitting on the sofa with her forehead, suffering a terrible headache.

What's the matter if we continue to develop in accordance with this trend!

When Fu Zhengnan came back from outside, he saw his wife sitting there and sighed, and said, "Why is this like this, who has offended you?"

Madam Zhuoya looked up at him angrily and said, "It's not for your son. He is concerned about the dumb man, and for her, Jin Yuxin has been fired!"

Fu Zhengnan handed the taken off coat to the maid, his eyebrows frowned slightly: "Oh?"

How could it be possible that Fu Zhengnan's son was even concerned about a dumb man who had no power and no power?

Madam Zhuo Ya glared at him, as if thinking of something, and sneered: "At this point, your son is different from you."

Fu Zhengnan took the hot tea poured by the servant and looked at her coldly and said, "What do you mean by this?"

"What else do you mean?" Madam Zhuoya said in a weird way, and stood up, "Fu Zhengnan, Hanchuan is also your son. You father doesn't care, and you don't know what you're up to all day long. Is this fair?"

Fu Zhengnan was ridiculed by her, and a fairly gentle face sank: "I think you are very angry. You will have to say a few words if you catch anyone, right?"

"Earlier, you said that your son got married and married, and you need to give him more experience. Now I have handed over the management of the company to him, what else do you want?"

Madam Zhuo Ya pressed her lips tightly, stared at him sharply for a few seconds, and snorted coldly: "Yes, you have handed over the company to him to manage, but your power has been put down. ?"

After Madam Zhuoya finished talking, she stopped talking nonsense with him, and walked up the stairs and said, "I'm not feeling well. Let me lie down for a while and I won't eat dinner."

Fu Zhengnan watched her upstairs with angrily twisting her waist, with a look of inexplicable expression, this is the time of menopause, looking for fault everywhere.

Inside the car, the atmosphere is quiet and terrible.

Fu Hanchuan drove the car very fast, and the street lights on the side of the road were flashing across the window like meteors.

Su Xiang knew that he had offended Fu Hanchuan again, and peeled the phone case with one finger.

She didn't expect him to come, and she didn't expect that the words she wrote to Madam Zhuo Ya would be seen by him.

From the corner of Su Xiang's eyes, he glanced at the man beside him, and saw that his thin lips were tightly pressed into a line. Whenever he was like this, he was trying his best to control his temper.

She turned on the phone and looked at the sentence again. She typed it out in anger at the time. Seeing it now, she didn't say anything wrong, what did he do when he was so angry.

Su Xiang didn't dare to provoke him, and the afterglow glanced again. At this moment, a light hit and fell on his face, and that very thin scratch was faintly visible.

She lowered her eyes and glanced at her fingernails quietly. They were neatly trimmed, and the scratches on his face didn't look like she had caught them.

However, she clearly knows that there is no cat at home, so where did his injury come from? It's not necessarily Fu Ying, right?

Thinking of this, the car suddenly stopped. Su Xiang was unprepared and rushed forward. Fortunately, a seat belt buckled her.

Su Xiang turned his head and glared at him, he did it on purpose!

The car had entered the Fu's garage. Before Fu Hanchuan could say anything, she opened the door and got out of the car.

But the moment she pushed the car door, Fu Hanchuan suddenly reached out and grabbed her arm.

He grasped very hard, and Su Xiang frowned in pain. Neither of them moved nor spoke. They faced each other in the dim light.

In the dim light, he saw flames flashing in his eyes, as if he was about to set her alight.

Su Xiang's bone was so painful that he squeezed it, moved his arm and struggled a bit, but he didn't break away, he grasped her harder.

Fu Hanchuan was in a stomach of fire, and from the moment she saw the sentence she wrote, the fire was ignited by her.

Seeing her being scolded by her mother, I really want to leave her alone!

And now that she looked okay, he wanted to strangle her even more!

What?

She has endured no divorce until now, and insists on staying at this home just for Fu Ying?

She actually wanted to take his son away?

Fu Hanchuan gritted his teeth, the blue veins on his forehead jumped suddenly.

Su Xiang was also frightened by his expression.

You know, she is not his opponent at all in terms of physical strength. If he wants to do anything to her, her weak resistance is not worth mentioning.

Just listen to him gritted his teeth and said very fiercely: "You can leave if you want, but don't want to take Fu Ying away. I tell you, it's impossible!"

Su Xiang's breath suffocated slightly, and Fu Hanchuan didn't wait for her to react, and threw her arm away, then pushed the door and got out of the car.

Su Xiang's throat rolled, and the corners of his lips were tossed with a wry smile.

Why should I tell her specifically that the Fu family has the most lofty status in the entire North City. Even if she wants to take Fu Ying away, he Fu Hanchuan can dig her out by digging three feet.

I'm afraid he was caught back before he left the border of Beicheng.

Su Xiang entered the house one step later than Fu Hanchuan. Mother Song saw her coming back and said hurriedly: "Madam, you are back. Dinner is just right. Come and eat."

Su Xiang had been in class for the whole afternoon, and he stood in the old house of the Fu's extremely nervous for a long time. Only then did he feel very hungry.

She put down her bag and walked to the restaurant. Mother Song served her a meal and said, "Little master, I have already fed it, so please eat first, madam."

She put the rice bowl in front of Su Xiang, Su Xiang took a bite of her chopsticks, and glanced at the seat where Fu Hanchuan usually sits.

Mother Song saw her gaze, glanced in the direction of the study, and whispered: "Mr. said that he had no appetite when he came in just now. I'll cook him something else, ma'am, or you can bring him in later. ."

Seeing that Su Xiang didn't respond much, Mother Song said again: "I don't think Mr.'s face is so good today. It's not good to be so hungry."

Su Xiang chewed and chewed his mouthful of rice, staring at the pot of corn ribs soup in front of him. She scooped some soup and rice with soup, a little harder, and the bowl made a sound.

Mother Song didn't know how the two people quarreled again, so she persuaded her again, "Madam, today, if you see you haven't come back, Mr. Song will look for you. So far, there is no dripping water."

Su Xiang's hand paused, eyes drooping slightly, watching the snow-white rice grains in the bowl soaking in the thick soup.

She squeezed the chopsticks, prepared some dishes, and went back to the room after eating a few bites of rice.

Mother Song turned her head to look at it, shook her head helplessly, and cleaned the dining table.

Su Xiang took his pajamas and took a bath in the bathroom when he took off his clothes. When he took off his clothes, he saw the marks on his body in the mirror, the neck, chest, waist, and legs were blue and purple, which was horrible.

And on her arm, there is still a circle of fresh fingerprints.

He bullied her like this when he lost his temper. Is this considered domestic violence?

If she takes photos, and when she has to leave Fu's house one day, can she use these photos to submit to court to fight for Fu Ying's custody?

Immediately, Su Xiang denied this idea.

The Fu family was in Beicheng, almost covering the sky with one hand. With this little trick of hers, she couldn't fight the Fu family at all.

After taking a shower, Su Xiang wanted to see Fu Ying. When passing by Fu Hanchuan's study, he vaguely heard the sound of coughing inside.

She stood at the door of the study, as if the coughing stopped her footsteps.

Su Xiang twisted his eyebrows.

After all, he saw that she hadn't gone home, so he immediately went to the Fu's old house to bring her back, otherwise until now, I am afraid that she is still suffering from Madam Zhuo Ya's troubles.

Su Xiang bit her lower lip and moved to the kitchen.

Mother Song was kneading noodles in the kitchen, preparing to get some noodles for Fu Hanchuan, when she saw Su Xiang coming in, she smiled and said, "Mrs., wait a while, I'll be fine soon."

Su Xiang took a look, raised his sleeves and took over Song's mother's work.

When Fu Ying was able to eat staple food, she learned how to make handmade small wontons. With both hands flexibly rubbed on the chopping board, several wonton wrappers were rolled out in a while.

When Mother Song made dinner, there was still some meat filling. When the water boiled, Su Xiang quickly wrapped a few small wontons and put them in the pot. When the wontons came to the surface, they took them out and put them aside in the corn soup. .

Mother Song watched Su Xiang making a bowl of small wontons flexibly, and said with a smile: "Ma'am, your hands are so clever. Your husband will definitely like it."

Su Xiang put the wontons on the tray and brewed another glass of rock sugar lemonade.

Fu Hanchuan drank a lot of shochu yesterday and blew the wind again. Today, he felt a little discomfort. He didn't have any appetite all day. At this moment, he felt a faint pain in his stomach. He coughed with one hand against his stomach and the other against his lips.

When Su Xiang opened the door and came in, he saw this Fu Hanchuan.

There was no expression on her face, she put the tray in front of him, and then went out.

From beginning to end, Fu Hanchuan watched her walk in, then walked out like this, without a single glance.

With the door closed, Fu Hanchuan lowered his head and looked at a bowl of small clouded wontons in front of him.

The green scallion, cloud-like small wontons floating on the thick white broth, the enticing aroma is tangy.

This is what Su Xiang often cooks for Fu Ying, and she is best at it.

Fu Hanchuan took a bite of the spoon, and the warm little wontons entered his stomach, instantly warming his whole body, and the painful stomach felt much better.

The mood doesn't seem so bad anymore.

You know, just now, he looked at the computer for a long time, but didn't read a word.

The words on her phone are all in her mind.

This woman, it's no wonder that Madam Zhuoya's hypertension is getting more and more serious.

She does have the ability to **** off people.

Fu Hanchuan finished those small wontons in a few bites. He even drank the soup. When he came out with an empty bowl, he saw Su Xiang and Fu Ying sitting on the sofa in the living room. Su Xiang was feeding Fu Ying bite by bite. Small wontons.

The little guy will have dinner tomorrow morning, eating snacks, and squinting happily.

Fu Hanchuan walked over proudly without squinting his eyes.

And Su Xiang didn't take care of Fu Hanchuan. After feeding Fu Ying, he took him to the children's room. The couple did their own things, as if the things that caused the family war had passed away.

After coaxing Fu Ying to sleep, Su Xiang returned to the second bedroom. When she was lying on the bed, she touched the pillow, and the bottom was empty.

Su Xiang frowned and lifted the pillow to take a look. There was nothing left over there.

She obviously put the marriage certificate under the pillow and never changed the place.

She has always changed the bed linen and quilt cover in the bedroom, but today's bed linen and quilt cover are no longer the same.

But yesterday, Fu Hanchuan did it so intensely

Su Xiang's face was slightly hot.

In the morning, she was in a hurry and didn't have time to change it. Mother Song should have changed it. Tomorrow, she will ask her if she has seen her marriage certificate.

Tonight, Fu Hanchuan did not come to sleep again, Su Xiang was extremely tired, and soon passed away, and finally had a good night's sleep.

After daybreak, the two people sat at a table in the dining room for dinner, but each was speechless.

Su Xiang didn't look up, but heard Fu Hanchuan's occasional cough, his face moved slightly, but he still ignored him.

As usual, Fu Hanchuan went to work after breakfast.

Su Xiang drew a paper towel and wiped Fu Ying's mouth, wiped his hands clean, and took him off the baby chair.

At this time the doorbell rang and Su Xiang didn't lift his head. Jin Yuxin came every time at this time.

As soon as she comes, she can go to school for work.

But when the door opened and Mother Song called "Teacher Wu", Su Xiang was taken aback and looked up.

The woman who came in was not Jin Yuxin, she had never seen her before. She was about forty years old and had short hair. She looked gentle, friendly, and patient.

Mother Song introduced: "Mrs., this is the nursery teacher newly invited by my husband yesterday. The surname is Wu. Teacher Wu, this is our wife."

Teacher Wu saw Fu Xiang and stepped forward and smiled at her slightly: "Hello Mrs. Fu, I am Wu Chunmei. You can call me Teacher Wu. From now on I will be Fu Ying's tutor."

During the interview, Qiao Shen mentioned that his wife could not speak, so their recruitment requirement was to be able to speak simple sign language.

This recruitment requirement is very abrupt and very high, and Wu Chunmei happened to have learned some, so she can stand out among the few nurses with the same strength.

Wu Chunmei did her homework in private, and got a general understanding of this Mrs. Fu.

Wu Chunmei has no other thoughts about this "legendary" character. Her job is to take care of the children and take care of his upbringing issues.

She said again: "Mrs. Fu, I can speak some simple sign language. If you have any requirements for me, you can tell me directly."

Su Xiang nodded gently, and looked at Mother Song in surprise. How did Fu Hanchuan replace Jin Yuxin?

Isn’t she the next daughter-in-law of the Fu family?

Moreover, Fu Hanchuan replaced Jin Yuxin. He obviously had so much time to talk to her yesterday, but he didn't say a word.

He didn't even mention it to her when he had breakfast just now.

As a servant, Mother Song had a new teacher present, so she didn't have much to say. Anyway, that Jin Yuxin changed, she didn't miss it at all.

Just when Su Xiang was full of doubts, something suddenly moved her slippers by her feet, and when she looked down, it turned out to be a white little milk cat.

Mother Song said, "Oh, my husband brought this back yesterday. He said that the young master likes it and needs to be raised."

Su Xiang stared at the cat, did he really have a cat?

The kitten took the insect repellent yesterday and has been sleeping in the cat litter since returning. No wonder Su Xiang didn't find it. But after a night of metabolism, the kitten regained its vigor, and now the house was scurried happily.

When Fu Ying saw a cat playing with him, he stopped pestering Su Xiang from letting her go to work.

Su Xiang watched Fu Ying swaying after the kitten and running after him, wondering, is the scar of Fu Hanchuan really scratched by a cat?

Mother Song said that the cat he brought back yesterday, but the cat scratched him and he still keeps it. Is he so generous?

Mother Song watched Su Xiang staring at the cat in a daze. She didn't know what she was thinking, and she reminded her aloud: "Mrs., work time is coming up soon, you should go out quickly."

Su Xiang came back to his senses, and didn't think about all the miscellaneous things at this time, and took the bag and went out quickly.

In the Fu's building, Fu Hanchuan pinched his eyebrows, feeling that his headache today is worse than yesterday.

Qiao Shen knocked on the door of the president's office and showed him yesterday's meeting minutes. Hearing Fu Hanchuan's cough, he said, "Mr. Fu, have you caught a cold?"

Fu Hanchuan frowned slightly, and said quietly, "It's okay."

He signed some documents and handed them to Qiao Shen.

Qiao Shen held the document and said: "Mr. Fu, the risk control department of the Spanish project has started the evaluation yesterday. Director Xiao of the Public Relations Department said that it is best to start looking for suitable tourism ambassadors now and formulate the corresponding promotion copy. Then it won't be too busy."

"Director Xiao's point is that although we have the travel expert as a spokesperson, his popularity is not enough. It is better to have a well-known traffic star as a match."

Fu Hanchuan thought for a while and asked: "Then Director Xiao has proposed a suitable candidate?"

Qiao Shen said: "Director Xiao has selected several popular stars, but she is still under investigation and will discuss the final candidate at the next meeting."

Fu Hanchuan nodded: "Let's do this first."

Qiao Shen saw that he had nothing to explain, so he turned around and went out. Fu Hanchuan was about to take a break, and the door of the president's office opened again.

Pei Xian came in at the same time as Could.

Could it be the same as usual, Pei Xian's expression was a little gloomy.

He walked in and sat down on the sofa. Fu Hanchuan glanced at him: "What's the matter, who has offended you?"

Pei Xian glanced at him bitterly: "It's not you yet."

He was drunk the day before yesterday, and after Qiao Ying picked him up, he lost his temper and made him helpless.

Could it be that she said with some gloat: "Qiao Ying said, if he dares to get too drunk in the future, he will break up with him and let him die on the side of the road."

Could it be the same sitting on the chair in front of Fu Hanchuan's desk, his eyes were sharp, and he saw the claw mark on Fu Hanchuan's nose at a glance.

"Oh, which little wild cat caught this?" He rolled his eyes, and Fu Hanchuan didn't ask anyone to send it back that day. "Did you go out to steal food that night?"

Fu Hanchuan ignored his rudeness and bowed his head to deal with the mail.

Could it be that he is the kind of person who can be self-satisfied without anyone taking care of him, he said: "One or two of you, making fun of my single dog? I don't think you have a woman who doesn't like it."

He looked at Fu Hanchuan, and he didn't understand. Pei Xian and Qiao Ying could talk and quarrel. How could Fu Hanchuan's little mute quarrel with her?

He couldn't imagine that Fu Hanchuan faced a dumb man every day, like a man talking to himself. What's the fun?

Fu Hanchuan and Pei Xian both cast contempt. Those who couldn't eat grapes said the grapes were sour.

At this time, the door knocked twice, and Xiao Jia opened the door and came in, holding a courier box in his hand.

"Mr. Fu, a courier came here just now, it's for you."

"Who is the sender?"

Xiao Jia glanced at the express note, then at Fu Hanchuan, and whispered: "It seems to be Mrs. Fu."

There was only a Miss Su and a mobile phone number written on the courier list. Xiao Jia met the Mrs. Fu, and when she saw Miss Su, she thought of the Mrs. Fu.

Su Xiang has never been to the company. What is she doing with express delivery?

Fu Hanchuan looked at the box, frowned slightly, took the box and said, "I see, you go out first."