Strongly Locked Up, Fu Shao’s Dumb New Wife

After Wan Fei said coldly, she turned around and said to the agent and assistant: "Excuse me, please go out first. I have something to say to Vicky."

The agent smiled: "Okay, Mrs. Lu, then you guys talk slowly."

Then he took his assistant and went out.

Seeing the door closed, Wan Hui put his cold gaze on Lu Weiqi's body, and said sternly: "Vicky, how many times have I told you, you must concentrate on dancing! Focus! Your body can't be a single bit. Damaged!"

"Mom, I know." Lu Weiqi frowned slightly and sat back on the seat to remove her makeup.

Wanmai stared at her: "Really? I see your heart is getting less and less here. Fu Hanchuan didn't come, and you lost your soul! Don't think I don't know that you are out of order today because of him. !"

Lu Weiqi's hand paused, then continued, and said faintly, "Mom, I didn't, it was just accidental."

She pursed her lower lip, moved her toes lightly under her feet, and her eyebrows were closed with a little sadness.

"There is no best." Wan Hui took a look at her, and sat down on another seat next to her, her face less severe.

She picked up a bottle of makeup remover on the table, drew another cotton pad, turned Lu Weiqi's face away, and slowly helped her wipe it up: "Vicky, it's not that mom wants to be strict with you, mom is here. Knowing what is best for you."

"Women, don't think that you have a man to rely on. Love can't be a meal. Only if you are strong enough and what you have is completely yours."

"Back then, I was also dazzled by love. With you married to your father, I ruined all my dancing career, but what happened?"

"The Lu family would fall down. He still wants you to marry Fu Hanchuan to save your career. If you marry Fu Hanchuan at that time, do the applause you hear now belong to you? You can only Watching others standing on the stage with envy."

"Madam Zhuoya is now trying to win you over because you are now on the highest stage. It is because you are better than that dumb man. No one can despise you anymore. How did she treat you before, have you forgotten?"

Lu Weiqi quietly listened to her mother's teaching, her eyes fell on her delicate face.

She is not young anymore. Looking up close, her skin is beginning to loosen, and there are fine lines in the corners of her eyes that can't be covered.

Since she looked at her mother's stern face, she hardly smiled in her memory.

She has been listening to these words since she was a child.

Her mother, who was also a dancer at the time, was well-known in the ballet world. But when her career was on the rise, she met Lu Lengquan, her father, and the two fell in love.

In order to give birth to her, she lost her dancing life and placed her unfulfilled dream on her.

Lu Weiqi lowered her eyes and said softly: "Mom, you told me at the beginning that when I become famous, I will have everything. Mom, now I am successful, can I find what I want?"

Wan Fei looked at her, then turned away, and threw the cotton pad into the trash can. She said: "Then you know, when you are at the top, how many people want to pull you down, how many people want to replace you?"

She pulled Lu Wei's hand, walked to the window of the dressing room, pulled the curtains, and looked outside.

In the dark night, the road ahead is wide, and there are more lights on the flat ground than there are stars in the sky.

In the front of a shopping mall building, the print advertisement of Lu Weiqi wearing a ballet skirt occupies the entire electronic wall, not to mention that the bus stops and subway stations are almost all her advertisements.

"Look at these shiny places, they are all the places they want to get when they squeeze their heads. You know best, how much effort you took to get to this position."

Lu Weiqi looked at the shiny poster in front of her, her fingers curled up slowly.

She enjoys the crown of glory, and the applause and admiring eyes of others, but

Her eyes seemed a little confused.

After a long time, Lu Weiqi retracted her gaze, turned her head, and smiled softly at Wanmai, "I see, Mom"

"It's good if you can see yourself clearly." Wan Hui glanced at her, then lowered his head to look at his watch, "It's getting late, you go back to rest early."

She lowered her head and glanced at Lu Weiqi's feet: "Go back to massage and soak the medicine. Don't wear high heels before the next performance. Remember, you must keep your best condition."

"Yeah." Lu Weiqi nodded, "Mom, I'll send you out."

The two walked to the door together, and Lu Weiqi sent Wan Hui away. When she turned around, she saw Madam Zhuo Ya coming from the other direction of the corridor.

Madam Zhuoya glanced at Wanwei's back and smiled at Lu Weiqi: "Your mother has come to visit the class?"

"Mrs. Zhuo Ya." Lu Weiqi yelled, and looked back at the back of Wan Fen who had reached the corner, and said with a slight smile, "My mother comes to see me."

"Well, you must be very proud of having such a wonderful daughter." Madam Zhuoya said, opened the half-covered dressing room door, and walked inside, "Your performance is wonderful, better than I watched in London. When it arrives, it will be more exciting."

"Thank you Madam for the compliment." Lu Weiqi followed her and went in together.

Push the door open, and the side against the wall is full of flowers and dolls, from friends or fans, you can open a flower shop.

Madam Zhuoya glanced at those things and said with a smile: "In the corridor in front, I also saw many flower baskets from supporters who admired you."

Lu Weiqi smiled: "It's all because everyone can afford it."

Madam Zhuo Ya's lips curled slightly, and her sharp gaze finally fell on the most special bouquet of black tulips.

This bunch of flowers is not only special in color, but also conspicuous in its placement.

She walked over, picked it up and looked at it: "This flower is really special."

Lu Weiqi walked over and took a look at her, her gaze also fell on the bunch of flowers and said, "This is from the person who called the flower shop in Hanchuan."

Madam Zhuo Ya raised her head, "Oh?"

Fu Hanchuan sent the flowers, but he did not send them personally, but let the flower shop send them on his behalf?

Madam Zhuo Ya turned her head, glanced in the direction of the door, then looked at Lu Weiqi and said, "Did he not come tonight?"

Lu Weiqi smiled slightly and shook her head: "He is probably busy with the company. You know, it's the end of the year now."

After speaking, she lowered her eyes and placed the bunch of black tulips in the original position.

Madam Zhuoya's eyes flickered slightly, and after two seconds of contemplation, she smiled and patted Lu Weiqi's hand and said, "This has nothing to do with Fu's signing with you, don't think too much. The project started, and his father gave him It’s a lot of pressure."

Lu Weiqi smiled, but there was a little bitterness in her smile.

It really has nothing to do with whether she signed a contract with Fu, because at the beginning, he probably didn't plan to come.

Lu Weiqi's gaze fell on the bunch of flowers, she gently squeezed her fingers, and secretly squeezed her tightly.

Su Xiang strolling on the street alone is a bit boring.

After coming back from school, Fu Ying and Fu Hanchuan were not there, and probably all went to the old house of Fu for the holidays.

She sent a message to Fu Hanchuan tomorrow morning, but he did not reply to her until the evening.

Su Xiang didn't want to go to the old house, so he didn't call over there anyway.

Compared to going to the old house, she prefers to be alone, so that she doesn't have to hear Madame Zhuoya's cynicism.

On Christmas Eve, watching other people in pairs, or a family strolling out, Su Xiang wrapped his cotton coat and continued to stand on the side of the road eating sweet roasted sweet potatoes.

Looking up, a huge poster is hung in the mall in front. The woman is wearing a white dancing suit, with a delicate face and elegant temperament, dancing lightly on the blue water, like an elegant swan.

"Ask you to see you tonight, are you coming?"

Su Xiang looked at the woman who coexisted with temptation and innocence on that poster, whether men or women, would be attracted to her.

Even from the perspective of a woman, she admires her graceful and charming figure, and is distressed by the loneliness and melancholy in her eyes, and wants to accompany her.

Vicky Lu

It turns out that today is the day when her stage play starts.

Su Xiang lowered his head and took a bite of the sweet potato. Suddenly remembered, Mrs. Zhuoya asked her a question in the morning.

Now that I think about it, this is even more strange.

Does she want her to be at home or where to go?

At this time, a car stopped at the door of the Fu's old house.

Madam Zhuoya got out of the car, the servant in the house ran out, took the shopping bag she was carrying, and whispered, "Madam, Mr. Fu is here."

"Oh?" Madam Zhuo Ya frowned slightly, took a look inside, and walked in.

It snowed all day, but the passage in the villa yard was cleaned up.

Suddenly, Madam Zhuoya stopped and looked down at a little snowman on the lawn not far away.

A very small snowman, quietly placed on the grass buried in white snow, under the dim light, it is difficult to be found.

The snowman is a bit ugly, crooked, and his head is about to fall off. If you don't look closely, it feels like two spheres are piled together.

The servant glanced over there and said, "It was made by Mr. Fu with the young master just now."

"Mr. Fu took Mr. Young Master to visit the old man. On the way back, he took the Young Master to play in the snow for a while. At this time, I was having dinner."

Madam Zhuoya frowned slightly: "Is that dumb man also here?"

The servant shook his head: "Not here."

She looked at Madam Zhuo Ya: "Madam, have you had dinner?"

Madam Zhuo Ya said nothing, and continued to move forward.

The hall was brightly lit, and at the huge dining table, only Fu Hanchuan and Fu Ying were sitting for dinner.

Madam Zhuo Ya took off her coat and handed it to the servant. She walked over to Fu Hanchuan and said, "Did you not go to see Lu Weiqi's performance tonight?"

Fu Hanchuan took a spoonful of custard and placed it in the small bowl in front of Fu Ying, letting him dig and eat with the spoon.

The little guy grabbed the spoon hard, stretched his neck to eat the custard, half-eaten and the other half leaked. After eating, he smashed his mouth. He was very satisfied with the fact that he could eat.

"Baba, more."

Fu Hanchuan scooped another spoon for him and said, "I didn't go."

After a few words, he lowered his head and continued to eat.

Madam Zhuoya glanced at Fu Ying and said, "You sent someone to take Fu Ying away this afternoon. Where did you take him?"

"company."

After Qiao Shen took Fu Ying to the company, Fu Hanchuan put his son in the lounge and asked Xiao Jia to take care of him all afternoon.

Madame Zhuo Ya was taken aback, took the chair and sat down: "You take him to the company?"

After Fu Hanchuan finished eating, he took out a paper towel and wiped it down. He looked at Madam Zhuo Ya and said, "Where did my mother plan to take him?"

Fu Hanchuan's eyes were a bit sharp. Madam Zhuoya couldn't eat under such sharp gazes. She turned her head away and looked away and said, "I didn't plan to take him anywhere, just take him around."

Fu Hanchuan ridiculed his lower lip and said, "My mother took Fu Ying to see friends. It's nothing. I only hope that my mother will not take him to meet anyone."

Upon hearing this, Madam Zhuoya turned her head to look at Xiang Fu Hanchuan, and asked: "What do you mean? Is this what you should say to your mother?"

"Who do you think I want to take him to meet?"

Madam Zhuo Ya's voice grew higher and higher, frightening Fu Ying on one side. The little guy looked at her blankly, and was about to cry.

Fu Hanchuan called a servant and took the child elsewhere.

All the plates on the table were taken away and replaced with fruits and hot tea.

Fu Hanchuan took a sip of the tea cup slowly and looked at Madam Zhuo Ya and said, "Mother, is this just coming from the Grand Theater?"

This sentence has already pointed out Madam Zhuo Ya's mind.

In the morning, she picked up Fu Ying, just to let Lu Weiqi see the child when she went to see Lu Weiqi's performance at night.

She liked Lu Weiqi, but Fu Ying's status in this family is extraordinary. Even if she likes Lu Weiqi again, she must first make sure that Lu Weiqi likes the child.

Just like Jin Yuxin before.

Zhimu Mo Ruozi, so after receiving Su Xiang's text message, Fu Hanchuan asked Qiao Shen to pick up the child in the afternoon.

"Mother, the child still doesn't appreciate that kind of elegant art, but it affects others."

Madam Zhuo Ya looked at him with a calm face: "Shan Chuan, you are not going to see Lu Weiqi's performance tonight, is it because Fu Shi signed a contract with her?"

Fu Hanchuan slowly turned the cup and said, "It has nothing to do with this matter."

He hadn't planned to go.

"and you"

Knowing what she wanted to ask, Fu Hanchuan interrupted her and said, "Mother, I have no intention of continuing the relationship with Lu Weiqi. I also ask my mother to stop this boring thing."

"Shanchuan!" Madam Zhuo Ya was excited and exclaimed angrily, "How can this be boring. Do you really want to spend a lifetime with that dumb?"

When these words blurted out, Madam Zhuoya thought of something and asked urgently: "Shanchuan, do you like that dumb man?"

Fu Hanchuan's gaze was slightly cold, the cup in his hand stopped on the table, and the tea was spilled.

"She is Fu Ying's mother."

Madam Zhuo Ya's emotions eased when she heard these words.

Since Fu Hanchuan said so, he just regarded her as the person who gave birth to Fu Ying.

She said: "Shanchuan, I can't help but worry about you. You know your dad, these years, he only allows you to do things, but he refuses to delegate power to you. These few confrontations with your dad, haven't you? Can you see it?"

"..."

"You can't have a woman like Su Xiang by your side. She can't be your help, but you are a drag."

"..."

"I understand the responsibility you want to take, but it is not your lifetime responsibility. Let Su Xiang go, the Fu family will not treat her badly."

"..."

"You are too soft-hearted to her, son. She is pitiful and has become a tool of the Su family, but it does not mean that you have to carry her on your back. You must know that in this matter, it is the Su family who is sorry for you. You are sorry for her, understand?"

"I don't want to tell you anymore, if this goes on, it will be difficult for you to fully grasp the Fu family, and I don't want to wait until you know it before regretting it."

When Mrs. Zhuo Ya said this, she patted Fu Hanchuan on the shoulder, she stood up, looked down at him and said, "Think about it."

Madam Zhuo Ya turned around and left after speaking. Fu Hanchuan sat in the living room for a long time, and stood up when the tea was cool.

If the big living room is empty, there is only a cool cup of tea on the long table, without a trace of heat.

When Fu Hanchuan took Fu Ying home, it was still early, it was less than nine o'clock.

When she came back, she went straight to the study. Mother Song glanced at his back and then in the direction of the glass room.

Okay, what happened to these two couples?

Su Xiang came home after only strolling outside for a while.

There is nothing to go shopping outside. There are a lot of people. I need to queue up everywhere. I want to find a place to sit and see that they are all in pairs. Finally, I went to the cinema to watch a movie and came out after seeing the beginning.

In the front row of her, a couple kissed without warning.

What she saw was obviously an action movie.

At this time, Su Xiangwo was brushing p on the bird’s nest chair, and a plate of strawberry cake, a cup of hot cocoa, and a fruit platter were placed on the coffee table next to it. It was quite comfortable.

I just don't know how Fu Hanchuan was with Fu Ying at the old house.

It's this time, why haven't you come back?

Su Xiang glanced at the time on p, then shook the bird's nest vigorously, and glanced in the direction of the corridor through the glass door while the bird's nest was swaying past.

She frowned slightly, still wondering why Fu Hanchuan's sudden change was.

However, he has always been yin and yang weird, he looked all right for a while, and then lost his temper again.

At this moment, a small figure appeared in the corridor, walking staggering towards the glass room. Su Xiang heard his son's voice and immediately put down P and ran to open the door.

The little guy threw into her arms like a bird: "Ma Ma, Xuexue."

He pointed to the ceiling excitedly: "Xuexue, Baba take me, Snowman."

The snow on the glass roof did not completely melt, and a thin layer was laid. Fu Ying already understood what snow is, spread his little hand on his mouth and shouted, "Cold."

When Su Xiang saw Fu Ying, he knew that Fu Hanchuan had also returned, and took another look in the direction of the corridor.

Fu Hanchuan took his son to play in the snow?

No matter how you look at it, he doesn't look like such a person

Su Xiang held Fu Ying and walked to the living room. Fu Hanchuan was not there, and looked in the direction of the study again, probably going to the study again.

Mother Song hugged Fu Ying and said, "Madam, it's weirdly cold today. I cooked some Chinese mugwort herbal soup for the young master in a bubble bath to get rid of the cold. Go and see your husband."

Su Xiang thought for a while and nodded, went to the kitchen to heat a glass of milk and then walked to the study.

Knock on the door to enter, Fu Hanchuan is facing the computer and Su Xiang walks over and puts hot milk on the table.

Did you take Fu Ying to play in the snow today?

Fu Hanchuan only glanced at the milk, with a cold attitude, and ignored her at all. Su Xiang felt very boring, with a warm face and cold buttocks, and stopped disturbing him, turned and left.

The door was closed, and Fu Hanchuan took his gaze away from the computer.

He looked at the cup of hot milk and frowned slightly.

Su Xiang returned to the children's room. Mother Song was taking Fu Ying's bath, and there was a fragrance of old wormwood floating in the bathroom.

The little guy was white and fat. He didn't cry in the bath. There was a shampoo foam on his head and he was still playing in the water, making Mama Song wet and giggling.

Let me do it.

Su Xiang picked up the sleeves. Mother Song backed away. Seeing Su Xiang's raised sleeves, she thought of something, she reached out and drew her hands into her pockets.

"Ah, I almost forgot." Mother Song took out her pocket and took out two tickets. "Ma'am, these two tickets were taken by me to the dry cleaning today and got them in my husband's pocket."

"Look at the date on this, is it today?"

Mother Song is getting older and doesn't usually like reading glasses. She always looks at it from afar, but she can't see clearly because of the variety of tickets.

Su Xiang took it and took a look, slightly surprised, isn't this Lu Weiqi's performance ticket?

At this time, Su Xiang seemed to have some understanding. Madam Zhuo Ya asked her the meaning of the sentence in the morning.

Is it to ask her if she is going to see Lu Weiqi's performance?

Fu's signed Lu Weiqi as an ambassador, so it's no surprise that Fu Hanchuan got her ticket.

But Mrs. Zhuoya's question made her feel a little strange.

Su Xiang held the ticket for a while and walked into the study again.

Seeing Su Xiang coming in again, Fu Hanchuan frowned and said impatiently: "Did you not see that I am working?"

Su Xiang put the ticket on the table, and Fu Hanchuan glanced at it and wrung his brows: "Who told you to turn over my stuff?"

It's not that I want to turn over your stuff, it was taken out of it by Song's mother when she went to deliver the dry cleaning. If you don’t want people to see it, just put it away!

Su Xiang is also angry, what attitude!

Fu Hanchuan glanced at Su Xiang and realized that his reaction had gone too far.

He coughed slightly, picked up the ticket, crumpled it up and threw it into the trash can.

When Lu Weiqi came back, everyone had a party in 1988. He took the ticket and stuffed it in his pocket. He didn't wear that coat very much, so he forgot it later.

Su Xiang glanced at the pile of paper lying in the trash can, then glanced at Fu Hanchuan.

Why didn't you go to see it? I heard that her ticket is difficult to buy, and this ticket is the best location.

Fu Hanchuan twisted his eyebrows and stared at her: "It's up to you. Get out, I'm going to work."

Su Xiang glared at him, so fierce, turned around and walked to the door.

The door was closed, and Su Xiang stood at the door, still thinking of the two performance tickets.

She still remembered that on the day she crashed, Madam Zhuo Ya came over angrily and mentioned Lu Weiqi to Fu Hanchuan in the living room.

And Su Run's vague remarks

Today, Qi Lingyang also mentioned this person

Looking back on it carefully, Qi Lingyang had no reason to ask her about Fu's signing of an image ambassador.

This makes Su Xiang feel strange.

She turned her head and glanced at the closed door, pursing her lips.

It's just two tickets. Fu Hanchuan's attitude is so fierce. Is there any relationship between them?

This night, Su Xiang didn't sleep well, and couldn't fall asleep over and over again. Even if she picked up her book, she kept thinking about this in her mind, and she couldn't concentrate at all.

That night, Fu Hanchuan did not enter her room again.

It was quiet at night, and the footsteps in the corridor could be heard quietly.

Su Xiang heard the sound of the door closing in the master bedroom next door, she turned over and sat up, gently opened the door and walked towards the study.

A lamp was lit in the dark room, and Su Xiang stood beside the trash can, looking down at the ball of paper.

After standing for a while, she bent down to pick up the ball of paper and unfold it.

The wrinkled paper was no longer straight. Su Xiang looked at the beautifully dancing woman on the ticket. For some reason, his eyelids suddenly jumped.

The more I look, my heart becomes heavier and heavier.

Vicky Lu, who is she?

Since the night of Christmas Eve, Fu Hanchuan has never been to Su Xiang’s room again, nor has Su Xiang been to the master bedroom. I couldn't make a call, and didn't say a word when I met.

The two of them had their own affairs, and they didn't realize there was anything going on in this kind of life, but at night, Su Xiang dreamed about what happened three years ago and woke up crying.

Fu Hanchuan had eaten the tranquilizers for her, and Su Xiang went to the hospital to get some more on that day.

When she walked out of the hospital, a figure walked out behind her, watching her walk to the parking lot, and his eyes followed her very far.

Lu Weiqi did not expect to meet Su Xiang in the hospital. This was the first time she had seen her in person. Although she only glanced at her from a distance, she still recognized her face.

Three years have passed, and even after three years, she still remembers this face still fresh.

I still remember when she was in Moscow, watching the turbulent news in North City, the pain that her heart seemed to be pierced to death.

Unforgettable, unforgettable forever.

The fingers were clenched one by one, so that the nail was almost pinched into the phalanx.

Seeing the car in the parking lot drove away, she took a deep breath and stepped forward to walk out.

December 31, the last day of the end of the year, this day is the New Year's Eve event held by Yaoshi.

Su Xiang originally only planned to help the children rehearse and didn't plan to come to participate, but Qi Lingyang said that she had participated in almost half of this project, and she had merits and hard work, so she must come to participate.

In addition, the children were clamoring for her to come, so Su Xiang had to agree.

Because it was held in the evening, in the morning, Su Xiang greeted Fu Hanchuan before he went to work.

I have something to do today and want to go home later.

Fu Hanchuan glanced at her and said faintly: "What are you going to do?"

I haven't been helping the children with dance rehearsals, but today is the day of the performance, they must call me over.