Strongly Locked Up, Fu Shao’s Dumb New Wife

As soon as the door closed, could he stand up from the sofa and gather around the desk.

"What did the little dumb guy send you?" He craned his neck, staring at the box tightly, and said wickedly, "Isn't it sending you the divorce agreement?"

Fu Hanchuan was looking for a utility knife. He curled his fingers slightly when he heard the words, and inevitably thought of the words Su Xiang wrote yesterday.

His brows frowned slightly, and the utility knife he had received did not immediately go down.

That woman, dare you?

Could it be that Fu Hanchuan stared at the box but didn't move anymore, and the smile on his face became even more violent. He gloated and urged: "Open it quickly and see what it is."

Fu Hanchuan looked up and saw his smirk. He gave him a cool look, "Want to know?"

"Nonsense." If Fu Hanchuan was forced to sign a divorce agreement by that little dumb man, it must be the funniest joke this year!

Fu Hanchuan glanced at him coldly, then looked at Pei Xian: "You also want to know what's inside?"

Although Pei Xian was curious, he did not have the calmness of a man like Mo Feitong.

Pei Xian smiled and said, "I don't care."

Fu Hanchuan looked at him for a moment and said, "Okay, you let him out."

This means that if he goes out together, he can see what's inside.

Pei Xian raised her eyebrows slightly and stood up: "Mo Shao, please go out for a while."

Could it be that the same anxious: "I said you two are naive?"

Hehe, who is it naive, just don't want to see him obstructive.

Fu Hanchuan didn't want to talk to him at all, staring at the box with gloomy brows.

If it was really a divorce agreement, he promised that he would make her die ugly!

The marriage was calculated by her, and for divorce, could Fu Hanchuan let her come!

Then he really became a big joke!

Could it be that the same yelling voice was finally shut outside, Pei Xian walked over and saw Fu Hanchuan cut open the box.

Only seeing his brow furrowed slightly, Pei Xian looked at him, could it really be a divorce agreement?

Fu Hanchuan reached in and picked up the contents, a box of Nianci'an Pipa Ointment, and a box of 999 cold granules, the corners of his lips slightly raised unconsciously.

Even if she is smart, she knows to please him.

Could he come in with the door, holding one hand on the doorknob, and eagerly asked, "What is it?"

Pei Xian turned his body to let him understand.

"Cough syrup?" Could it be that Tong opened his eyes slightly, and was stunned in disbelief.

These days, no one can deliver cough medicine quickly. The little dumb is too out of the way, so he has the ability to deliver it by himself.

"Cut, boring."

Could it be that there was no excitement to watch, and he looked disappointed and sat down on the sofa.

Pei Xian smiled and said, "The day before yesterday, you said that people have no affection to show off. Have you seen it now?"

It's just this kind of show of affection that most people don't understand.

Could it be that he rolled his eyes at the same time, what is this!

Fu Hanchuan had completely ignored the two guys. Holding the cup, he turned and poured the freshly brewed cup of coffee into the flower pot in the corner, then picked up a bag of cold medicine and shook it twice. It's loud.

Could it be that Tong rolled his eyes again, hesitant, but it was just a packet of medicine, Pei Xian smiled and said nothing.

Fu Hanchuan laughed at them, slowly tearing open the package, pour the water into the glass, and then walk to the drinking fountain to make boiling water, glanced at the two people slowly, and returned to the office desk to sit down.

The medicine was still very hot. Fu Hanchuan left it on the side first, and unscrewed the pipa syrup. The thick syrup was sweet and greasy, but a refreshing sensation entered the throat, and the throat felt a lot more comfortable. NS.

Could it be that he watched the man's sorrows together, snorted jealously and said: "You have enough, I can't stand it anymore."

Fu Hanchuan was in a good mood, didn't care about him, took a sip of the medicine, looked at Pei Xian and said, "Why are you here today?"

Pei Xian is also a busy person at ordinary times, and it is usually difficult to get his company.

Pei Xian crossed her legs and said lightly, "It's nothing, but I heard that your project has been launched and is looking for a tourism ambassador, so I will take a look."

Pei Xian is the president of Xian Entertainment Company. Fu wants to hire an image spokesperson, and of course he hopes to win.

Fu Shi, how many people are staring at the golden lump.

Fu Hanchuan glanced at him: "Your news is fast."

Pei Xian smiled: "No way, if I don't work hard, I will go home and inherit the family property."

The Pei family started as a real estate company, but Pei Xian himself was not interested in family business. When he was in college, he went to take the directing examination, and then started his own agency. Now he is a powerful company in the entertainment industry.

Fu Hanchuan twitched his lips, then looked at May Feitong: "So what about you?"

Could it be the same playing with the mobile phone, and said grinning: "I don't need to inherit the family property or start a business, I am the most leisurely, so I will follow you to see you."

Could it be that there are two elder brothers in the same family, who fight every day for that little family property, but he is the most open, doing nothing all day, and saying that it is good to be a dude.

Fu Hanchuan looked at him and said that he didn't believe a word about it. If he didn't have the skills, he wouldn't get out of the manor quietly and open the entertainment club again.

Pei Xian's purpose of coming over has been achieved, and he looked at the time and said: "Okay, keep busy, I will go see Qiao Shen."

Qiao Ying was very angry. It seemed that he had to work hard from Qiao Shen.

When Pei Xian left, he didn't forget to take him away. He had to leave some space so that Fu Hanchuan could feel the care and love that Xiaojiao's wife gave him, right?

Pei Xian thought silently, why didn't he learn from Fu Hanchuan to pretend to be sick, so that Qiao Ying would not be so angry, and could feel her care and love.

This doesn’t seem right. Qiao Ying is a doctor. She knew at a glance, hey, there is a girlfriend who is too smart, and she can’t pretend to be sick.

When Pei Xian went out with Mo Fei, the office finally calmed down.

Fu Hanchuan took another sip of the slightly sweet cold medicine, and turned on the phone with his eyes down.

If it's blank, she won't say anything to him?

Su Xiang was correcting his homework, and the mobile phone at the corner of the table buzzed. When he opened it, Fu Hanchuan sent a message over: The medicine has been received.

Su Xiang took the phone and looked at the calendar hanging on the wall. She knew that he had received it, and the courier sent her a message. He also sent a text message specifically to do it.

But she still replied: Oh.

Fu Hanchuan faced the simple "oh", she only had one word, no?

Don't care about it, and ask him if he has a serious cold, or if he has a headache or fever?

Don't ask if he takes medicine?

Su Xiang’s school for the deaf and dumb is in the outskirts of the city. When she gets off work, she sometimes buys some fresh fruits and vegetables from the vegetable market in the suburbs. But today, as soon as the time comes, she hurries to the subway station. gone.

When he got home, Fu Hanchuan hadn't come back yet. When Su Xiang saw Song's mother, she asked her if she had seen her marriage certificate.

Mother Song looked at her suspiciously and said, "Ma'am, I didn't see it."

Su Xiang was startled, this is impossible.

Didn’t you change the sheets in the room?

Mother Song remembered, and said, "Madam, what are the sheets in your room"

Before she finished speaking, the door opened, and Fu Hanchuan stepped forward.

When Mother Song saw Fu Hanchuan, she swallowed back before finishing her words.

The bed sheets in the bedroom were always changed by Su Xiang himself. Mr. Fu didn't go to work yesterday. He changed the bed sheets. When he came out holding the bed sheet in black, she was still strange.

When Mother Song saw Fu Hanchuan, she immediately said, "The soup in the kitchen is still being stewed. I will check it out first."

After speaking, he immediately went to the kitchen.

Fu Hanchuan changed his slippers and walked over, and passed the suit jacket he had taken off to Su Xiang. Su Xiang silently went and hung up his jacket as usual.

Fu Hanchuan stared at her back, she didn't care for a moment, and asked if his cold got better?

At dinner, Fu Hanchuan said that he had no appetite, and went into the study without even drinking any soup.

Su Xiang was feeding Fu Ying, the little guy was chewing rice in his mouth, milky milky said: "Baby, eat and eat, very good, baba, not eating, not behaved."

Mother Song glanced at the direction of the study. Fortunately, she didn't hear it. If Mr. Fu knew that he had been complained by such a small child, he would not know how long his face would be.

Mother Song said: "Madam, is your husband's cold serious? His work pressure is so heavy, it hurts his body not to eat."

Su Xiang's eyes flickered slightly. When he entered the door just now, he saw that his eyebrows were frowning. I wonder if he has a headache again.

Also, did he take the cold medicine she sent in the past?

After dinner, Su Xiang picked up his sleeves and made small wontons for him in the kitchen. Fu Ying surrounded her, standing on tiptoes, pulling the cupboard door and watching her make it.

It's good for Baba to be sick, and Ma Ma will give him a small wonton.

You know, Su Xiang has been busy with pp during this time, and hasn't made snacks for a while.

The small wonton was made, Su Xiang carried it to Fu Hanchuan, and opened the door of the study. Fu Hanchuan sat in a chair, rubbing his forehead with one hand and thinking about something to the computer.

Su Xiang put the wonton in front of him, Fu Hanchuan looked up at her, moved the keyboard forward, and ate the spoon silently.

Su Xiang glanced at his face just now, and just looking at it, he couldn't see how he had a cold. It was more serious or better.

I don't know if he took the medicine she bought, or just threw it away?

When the words came to her lips, Su Xiang held back and did not ask, he likes to eat or not, anyway, the body is not her own.

Thinking about this, she picked up the tray and turned and walked towards the door.

Before taking two steps, the man's low and hoarse voice came from behind: "Wait, press it for me."

Fu Hanchuan had a headache, but now that he has a cold, the headache is even worse.

Su Xiang massaged, with moderate strength, and pressed on the acupuncture points. After her rubbing, it would be much more comfortable, and it was more effective than taking headache medicine.

Su Xiang's footsteps paused, turning his head to see him disturbed by the headache, after all, he walked back.

She stood behind him, pressing her hands on his temples and kneading them.

Fu Hanchuan's tight brain eased, and then he slowly tasted the small wontons.

He didn't know that his most beloved son was waiting in the restaurant at this time, waiting for his mother to feed him small wontons.

Fu Hanchuan’s computer was still on, and his company’s project was on the screen. Su Xiang happened to see it when he rubbed it. Isn’t the photo above the traveler she followed on Weibo?

At the banquet of the Jin family that day, I heard him talk about something. She was still wondering what she liked on her Weibo. It turned out that she wanted to make a new tour with reference to the place where this expert has traveled. route.

Having said that, when did he find out that she has Weibo?

Su Xiang glanced at the back of the man's head, and couldn't help but press it hard. Fortunately, she didn't send any negative complaints on Weibo, nor said bad things about him, otherwise the man would definitely bother her again.

Fu Hanchuan had just swallowed a mouthful of wontons in his mouth, and she almost swallowed the wontons as she pressed them so hard.

He said solemnly: "Press well!"

Su Xiang curled his lips behind him, then walked in front of him.

When did you read my Weibo?

To prevent Fu Hanchuan from pretending to be confused, she pointed directly at his computer screen.

She must know whether he only read her Weibo or got the Weibo password.

Fu Hanchuan glanced at her and sneered: "Is there anything I can't read on your Weibo?"

After finishing the sentence, Fu Hanchuan felt that he needed to explain that it was not that he paid special attention to her, but that he had to stare at her so she did not think he seemed to care about her.

He straightened his back a little, made his posture full, and said, "I didn't even ask you when I made a Weibo. Don't you know, as a member of the Fu family, you should pay attention to your words and deeds? I don't stare. How can you do it?"

When Su Xiang was said by him, he didn't want to say more.

Just sneer in my heart, Fu family? Is she a member of the Fu family?

Don't worry, there will be no videos or photos of me on Weibo.

She shouldn't mention this topic, it's okay to block herself, just go back and change the Weibo password.

Fu Hanchuan looked at Su Xiang's slightly changed face, knowing that his words had touched her pain point.

But he was accustomed to being aloof and couldn't pull his face down in front of her.

Fu Hanchuan sighed: "You know it."

As he said, he paused and looked at Su Xiang again: "You follow his Weibo, really want to go out and check it out?"

Su Xiang was kept at home by his father since he was a child, and has been in Fu's house since then. He has hardly gone out to see the world. If he is not yearning, how can he follow other people's Weibo and see the world through their eyes.

She nodded, but just looked at it.

Those travelers can speak English, Chinese, and some of them can speak multiple languages, but she doesn't even have the most basic speaking ability.

Where can she go like this?

Fu Hanchuan glanced at the silent Su Xiang, lowered his head and took a bite of ravioli, and suddenly said, "Wait for a while, I will take you to Spain."

Su Xiang was startled, thinking that he had heard it wrong, and looked at Fu Hanchuan, not even caring about what he had offended her just now.

real?

Fu Hanchuan glanced at her uncomfortably, and said with an urn voice, "What is true or false, can I still be false?"

Seeing Su Xiang's excited eyes, the corners of his lips slightly raised: "As you are the hero of this project, it's okay to let you go out and have a look."

With his assurance, Su Xiang's mood improved again, and the pace of going out was much lighter.

Fu Hanchuan watched her back to the door until it was covered by the door panel, and the corners of her lips curled up again.

This woman was really coaxing, but she was just going out.

After a while, Fu Hanchuan was thirsty and went out to pour water. When he passed the living room, he saw Su Xiang cutting Fu Ying's toenails.

The little guy had just finished taking a shower, his white and fat body was wrapped in a bath towel, and his fat and tender feet were pinched in Su Xiang's hands. Every time he heard a click, he shrank his feet in fear, but also Don't dare to move.

Fu Hanchuan looked down at his feet in slippers and walked to the kitchen without squinting.

After drinking the water, he thought of something, put the cup down and went back to the bedroom. When he came out again, he was already wearing his pajamas and nightgown, and he walked to the living room with slippers and sat down.

The child was restless, Su Xiang was not distracted, and was focusing on trimming Fu Ying’s nails. Suddenly, he felt that one side of the sofa was sinking. When he looked up, the man was lying on the sofa with his long legs folded, one hand pillow. Behind her head, one end of her foot was tucked behind her ass.

Fu Hanchuan glanced at her without speaking, picked up the remote control and changed to a sports channel.

Su Xiang was surprised. Fu Hanchuan, a workaholic, rarely watches TV. It seems that he has a serious headache today.

Fu Hanchuan stared at the TV, but kept glaring at the man who had cut his nails, seeing that she had finished cutting his son's nails and then smoothed his burrs.

After Fu Ying finished cutting his nails, he finally relaxed to shake his little hands and feet. He immediately got off Su Xiang’s legs to play with toys. Su Xiang was about to put away the nail clippers, and suddenly a big foot was placed on his leg. .

Su Xiang looked at the indifferent man speechlessly, what is he doing?

Fu Hanchuan nodded his chin toward his toe, which meant that she was asked to trim his toenails.

"It's a bit long."

Su Xiang squeezed the palm of his hand and wanted to shake his foot off.

Is there a mistake!

Fu Ying didn't like watching sports channels, nor did he like the commentator's **** commentary. He turned his head and looked at his mother aggrievedly.

"Ma Ma, it depends on Peppa."

The little guy likes to watch Peppa Pig the most, but it happened that Dad changed the channel for him.

Fu Hanchuan shook the remote control and said that if she didn't cut his toenails, then he would not show cartoons.

Su Xiang sighed speechlessly, thinking that she could go to Spain some time later, and she had to pass the man's permission to go out, so she tolerated and trimmed him with a nail clipper. Fu Hanchuan's eyebrows were slightly satisfied. After a pick, the channel was tuned back.

The days were so unsalty and undiminished. Mother Song was relieved to see that the young couple finally had the feeling of living together peacefully.

You know that your nerves are tense all day long, and you are getting old quickly.

There is no cold war or quarrel here, and on the other side of Fu's old house, Madam Zhuoya can't sleep at night in sorrow.

This night, Madame Zhuo Ya suffered from insomnia again, sitting in the living room looking through the photos of the ladies.

Jin Yuxin is not good enough, so she will find another one, in short, it must be from the family, knowledge, appearance, and everything is worthy of her son.

I just heard that Fu Hanchuan intends to take Su Xiang on vacation abroad.

For those two people, don't talk about going abroad for vacation before, and they didn't even put on a wedding wine when they first got married, let alone on their honeymoon.

And now, actually said you want to go abroad for vacation?

It is said that mother and son are connected, but she can't understand her son now.

She didn't understand, what point did Fu Hanchuan fall in love with that dumb man, so he felt softened?

No, it must not be the case.

It must have been the dumb man's tricks that caused her son to be fascinated.

Don't even think that the woman is just a dumb. As the saying goes, dogs that can't bark can bite people. It's this kind of silent that is the most insidious.

At the beginning, she climbed onto her son's bed schemingly, and then she was bitten by her.

Her son, can't really spend a lifetime with a dumb, let her ruin him!

Seeing the light in the living room, Lao He came over and took a look. He saw Madam Zhuoya sitting on the sofa with her forehead, and some materials scattered on the coffee table.

He walked over and yelled softly, "Madam, if you want to rest, go back to your room and go to sleep. It's cold now, and it's easy to catch a cold."

Madam Zhuo Ya just squinted her eyes for a while, then raised her head when she heard the words: "It's okay, I'll sit for a while."

Lao He saw Madam Zhuo Ya frown, then glanced at the things on the coffee table, and asked, "Is Madam still worried about Mr. Fu?"

Madam Zhuo Ya sighed, stretched out her hand to tidy up all the documents, and said, "Otherwise, what else?"

As the old saying goes, when you marry a wife, you should marry a virtuous person. If you find a daughter-in-law who doesn't go well, you really don't feel like doing anything.

He thought for a while and whispered: "Madam, there is something I forgot to tell you. I went to the subway station to pick up my wife and saw her get off a Porsche."

Madam Zhuo Ya's face immediately became ugly, and her eyes became fierce.

"Why are you just telling me now!"

Su Xiang’s school is not a good school. There is one that can afford a Porsche?

He said embarrassedly: "I think the lady has been in poor health during this period, so I didn't tell you."

Madam Zhuo Ya pursed her lower lip. This is not the problem now.

She said solemnly: "Then did you see who the owner is?"

Why didn't he dare to say more, only that the owner of the car was a young man, but the relationship between the light and the appearance was not clear.

Madam Zhuo Ya's eyes became harsh.

This dumb man, while bewitching his son, was still uneasy hooking up outside!

"Have you told Samukawa about this matter?"

Old He respectfully said: "Not yet. I think the wife may have just hitchhiked and didn't tell Mr. Fu."

"Humph!" Madam Zhuo Ya snorted coldly, how far can it be from the school to the subway station, and can it still destroy her legs?

Since I feel tired after walking a few steps, what kind of work to go to, it is better to stay at home, so as not to be embarrassed!