let's get married darling

Chapter 128 You will slowly know from now on
When Song Yan came to the study, Fu Zhongtian was sitting behind the desk with a brush, concentrating on it until the last stroke was made, and then looked up at her.

"Boss Fu, are you looking for me?"

Song Yan came in and saw that he was practicing calligraphy, so she didn't dare to disturb him. Some people have such a quirk that they don't like to be disturbed when they meditate and practice calligraphy, and Fu Zhongtian is obviously a weird and strict one. She didn't dare to disturb him until he wrote until the end.

Fu Zhongtian took back the brush and put it away, stretched out his hand and pushed the paper with a handwriting on it in front of Song Yan, with no emotion on his face, "How about this word?"

There is a big "Rong" character written on the white manuscript paper, and the handwriting is strong.

Song Yan didn't know calligraphy very well, but he had a little bit of practice with Tang's father when he was still in the Tang family when he was a teenager, and he said truthfully, "The dragon is dancing, it's powerful, it's good."

Just good?

Fu Zhongtian frowned, he couldn't hold back his old face, and glanced at her coldly, "You seem to understand it well, write it down for me."

Song Yan slammed his mouth down, "I don't know how to write."

"You can't write and you're so picky." Fu Zhongtian snorted coldly, "Do you have eyesight?"

Song Yan suddenly felt that the old chief probably wanted to save face, so he didn't dare to turn back, and stood in front with lowered brows, looking at his nose and heart, calmly.

Being picked on by others, with Fu Zhongtian's personality, he naturally took back the paper, crumpled it and threw it into the trash can next to him, picked up the brush again and wrote again.

"What about this time?" After finishing writing calmly, Fu Zhongtian let Song Yan read it.

Song Yan looked at the word "Rong" on the paper on the table, and said, "It's much better than before."

Fu Zhongtian said in a lukewarm manner, "Syphony."

Song Yan, "..."

Knowing that his answer was a little false, and Fu Zhongtian saw it, Song Yan secretly lowered his head, not daring to answer again.

He didn't bother about calligraphy any more, although Fu Zhongtian felt a little blocked when Song Yan underestimated him, he changed the subject and said, "What do you think of this word?"

Song Yan stared at him blankly, didn't he just say that?

Fu Zhongtian's old face tensed, "I mean the meaning of this word."

He looked at her with a look of "Why are you such an idiot", which made Song Yan break out in cold sweat and embarrassment. After realizing that Chief Fu was asking about the meaning of the word "Rong", she suddenly remembered "Erya*Shicao" A sentence in the book, simply said, "Wood is called splendor, grass is called glory, what is not glorious but real is called beauty, and what is glorious but not real is called heroic."

"Do you think I will praise you?" As soon as she finished speaking, Chief Fu glanced at her coolly, "What words are you chewing with me, I don't know that I can only lead soldiers?"

Song Yan suddenly felt like a dumb man eating Huanglian. She suspected that Chief Fu was doing it on purpose, but she didn't dare to ask directly, so she swallowed it silently.

In the study room with antique decoration, the atmosphere was a little awkward for a while.

Song Yan was thinking about what to say for a while, and Fu Zhongtian finally spoke again, "I'm going to give Xiaoyuan this name, what do you think?"

Hearing this, Song Yan was astonished and surprised.

Confused because Fu Zhongtian wanted to give Song Xiaoyuan a name to ask her opinion, surprised because he said this so suddenly.

However, Song Xiaoyuan really needs a name that can stand on the stage. He is the grandson of the Fu family after all. Fu Zhongtian's move is reasonable, otherwise he will always be called Song Xiaoyuan. Even if you recognize your ancestors and return to your ancestors, and you have met other relatives of the Fu family today, it is even easier to recognize your ancestors and return to your ancestors now.

Fu Rong...

Song Yan thought for a while, and then asked, "Then, can his nickname continue to be Song Xiaoyuan?"

"It's up to you." Right now, only a name in Fu's family is needed, and Fu Zhongtian didn't insist on the rest.

What's more, Song Yan raised him alone for so many years. Although his nickname and surname Song are a bit strange, there is nothing to tangle with. Although their family is serious, they are actually very easy-going.

Song Yan breathed a sigh of relief, and smiled sincerely, "The name is pretty good."

Hearing that she had no other opinions, Fu Zhongtian's old face softened a little, and his mood became much more relaxed. He cleared his throat and wanted to say something, but someone knocked on the study door at this moment.

Fu Zhongtian looked sideways at the past, and his attitude towards the visitor was obviously displeased, "What are you doing here?"

Fu Hanshen appeared at the door, glanced at the two people in the room, raised his eyebrows, and the old god walked in, "I still want to ask, why did you call her in?"

Fu Zhongtian looked at him coldly, "Can't I ask her to come in?"

"That also needs to be approved by me." When the father and son get together, it's like a battlefield filled with gunpowder smoke. One will not let the other go. Fu Zhongtian said calmly, "She is mine now, don't try to put pressure on her while I'm not paying attention."

No one in the Fu family knew what kind of person Fu Zhongtian was. Even Song Yan, who had just gotten along with him for a while, could see the old man's unreasonable character. Ordinary people are afraid that it doesn't matter if they don't get along, and they will be frightened by Chief Fu.

It can be felt from the previous conversation.

But Song Yan didn't think it mattered, but Fu Hanshen still hugged her like this in front of the elders, which made her feel unnatural and disrespectful to the elders, so she secretly pulled his hand away, but she couldn't move Fu Hanshen's hands like iron clamps , It's not easy to make too much noise, a little helpless.

Fu Zhongtian happened to point the finger at her, "Did I put pressure on you just now?"

Song Yan thought for a while, and then answered truthfully, "Chief Fu just said a few words, it's not considered pressure."

"Did you hear that?" Fu Zhongtian stared at Fu Hanshen with his old eyes, "Now you go out, I feel blocked when I see you."

How could Fu Hanshen be obedient to go out, so he continued to block him leisurely and contentedly, looking very comfortable.

Fu Zhongtian looked at his arms around Song Yan's waist, his old face was serious, and he clearly understood how much his son loved to fight against him, but because Song Yan was in front of him, he resisted the desire to throw the pen holder and took it. The crutch next to him stood up, "If you don't go, I will go!"

Song Yan, "..."

Fu Zhongtian went out on crutches, she quickly pulled away Fu Han's hand, raised her eyelids and glared at him, "Is it not good for you?"

"Why not?" Fu Hanshen pinched her cheek as if nothing had happened, "You don't understand how much this old man usually eats people and doesn't spit out his bones. If he doesn't leave for a while, you will have a good time."

Song Yan looked at him suspiciously, "Is it as scary as you said?"

"That's because you don't understand yet." With his hands in his trouser pockets, he paced outside, "Let's go, I'll show you around other places."

Looking at the back of him turning and leaving, wearing only a white shirt, black trousers, short black hair, and a slender and tall figure, Song Yan's heart jumped a little, and there was a sweetness in his heart like honey, Suddenly, my heart beat.

Should it be that his temperament is too good and calm?Her long-fading white shirt control seems to have flared up!
**
Song Yan was invited by Mrs. Fu to come here once last time, but he was unable to visit this house due to an accident. This time, when he was free, Fu Hanshen took her around like a master, and saw the size of the house. The place.

Finally came to Fu Hanshen's room here.

Fu Hanshen's room was large and the main color was rather dark. Although he had hardly lived in it on weekdays, it was clean and tidy, with the air of a mature man.

Song Yan just walked in, looking at the room, "This room... um..."

Just when she opened her mouth, the door behind her was suddenly closed heavily, and it was the man's hot lips that sealed her words.

He pressed her against the solid wood door, and after a kiss, he moved her lips away. His handsome face was so close in front of her. He pinched her jaw with his fingers and asked with great interest, "Have you seen me today?" The people here are gone, when should I see the people from your side?"

The relationship between the two seems to be developing naturally, but in it, there are inevitably many small emotions.

In such a situation, it is true that she should meet the people on her side, just like what Pei Siyu told her, don't try to consume a man's patience, but...

Song Yan frowned, "My father has passed away, mother..."

"I know." Fu Hanshen interrupted her words, he had heard it before.

Song Yan drooped his eyelashes, a bit embarrassed to speak, and said slowly, "I have a conflict with my mother."

"..."

His eyes moved, and Fu Han waited deeply for her next words.

With a heavy heart, Song Yan continued, "I used to be ignorant when I was young, which made her unhappy. I haven't had any contact with her for many years. I don't know..."

I don't know if the anger has dissipated. After all, the mother had already threatened to sever the mother-daughter relationship with her in a fit of anger. Since then, she will never communicate with her again. Even if she goes back and admits her mistakes, it will not help.

My mother's attitude was very decisive at the time, and there was no room for negotiation. Later, she really went back to admit her mistakes a few times, and she also ended up behind closed doors.

So she didn't know, after so many years, would her mother still see her?
Or, she had long forgotten her daughter.

When she was fostered in the Tang family as a child bride-in-law, Song's mother would visit her every once in a while. Although she was fostered in the Tang family at the age of ten, the relationship between mother and daughter was not very strong, but it was still emotional. After the accident at home, she failed to get enough money for the surrogate, so she had no choice but to go to Song's mother to get the money from Song's father's accident, and Song's mother never appeared in front of her again.

In such a situation, Song Yan really didn't have the confidence to let Fu Han see her deeply.

"I don't need to ask what happened to your mother and daughter in the past." Seeing her hesitation and solemnity, Fu Hanshen said, "But where is the real overnight feud between mother and daughter? You haven't seen her for so many years, how do you know her attitude towards you? "

Song Yan shook his head, "My mother is stubborn, if she hates someone, she will always hate to the end."

If it weren't for this, he would not have valued that money more than anything else at the beginning, no matter what, even if he was desperate, he would never use it.

But it happened that she threatened to use it to save the Tang family...

Until now, she still remembers how disappointed and distressed her mother was when she went to ask her mother to get the money, and said to her, "Has your heart been eaten by a dog? That was after your father died. Being used to throw our filthiest money! Are you worthy of your father's love for you? He regarded you as the jewel in his palm, and you ended up repaying us like this!"

Whenever thinking of this, Song Yan's heart was so heavy that it was difficult to breathe, as if being pressed by a heavy stone.

Seeing that her face was getting paler and paler, Fu Hanshen could tell she was thinking about something in the past. Fu Hanshen couldn't help pampering and rubbing her head, and said in a rare gentle voice, "After all, you are a mother and daughter related by blood. Blood is thicker than water. .”

Song Yan knew what he was talking about, so he forced his lips together. Although he still didn't feel that his mother had forgiven her, Fu Hanshen's words comforted her somewhat.

What does it feel like to be hurt by a woman?
Song Yan felt that it was probably the way he looked at her now, soft and watery, making people lustful and dependent.

Maybe it's because after she made up her mind to protect such a person, she subconsciously didn't like to see any side of her unhappy, and Fu Hanshen didn't continue this topic anymore, but anything that made her want to escape poked something in her heart. He wanted to avoid the problem of scars as much as possible.

**
After Fu Hanshen took a set of clothes from the closet and came out, he turned around and went in to take a shower. Before going in, he suddenly asked Song Yan, "Together?"

He asked very seriously, as if it was a very ordinary thing.

However, Song Yan's head quickly flashed the picture of the previous bathroom, and immediately shook his head hurriedly, pushing him into the bathroom with a blushing face, "You go in."

Although taking a bath now really made her feel inexplicable, but Fu Hanshen has always been a man who likes to be clean, so there is nothing unusual about it.

Seeing her blushing face, Fu Hanshen guessed that she must have thought of some discordant scenes, and with a teasing smile on his lips, he squeezed her waist hard, "Don't be too lecherous."

Song Yan, "..."

He turned and went into the bathroom, closing the bathroom door.

Song Yan turned around and sat on the big soft bed, glanced around the room, remembering that Song Xiaoyuan was still downstairs with Mrs. Fu and Fu Zhongtian, and was hesitating whether he should go downstairs to accompany them now, She glanced at a framed "family portrait" on the bedside table.

The people in the family portrait are of course the Fu family, but after she took it to look at it, she didn't think it was a family portrait.

The only person in this family that she has not really seen is Fu Hanshen's younger sister, Fu Xiaonan. Fu Xiaonan's photo was shown to her just now by Mrs. Fu. She is a beauty, whose appearance is completely inherited from Mrs. Fu's beauty. All the advantages of the body.

Song Yan heard from old lady Fu before that Fu Xiaonan is a domineering master in his bones, but he is also a good person. The only biggest shortcoming is that he loves to pester Jing Chen. If you want to ask Fu Xiaonan a very common question , Fu Hanshen fell into the water with Jingchen, who would she save? Fu Xiaonan must firmly answer, save Jingchen.

Song Yan heard Mrs. Fu's words and thought to himself, Fu Hanshen can swim, right?

And now staring at this few family portraits, the reason why it doesn't feel like a family portrait is because Song Yan feels that Fu Xiaonan and Fu Hanshen are too far apart, and there seems to be a person in the middle...

Without making Song Yan think too much, Fu Hanshen's mobile phone on the table next to him beeped a text message.

Hearing the movement, she looked sideways at the black touch phone, hesitated and finally took it over, glanced at it a few times, but didn't click on the text message.

After the sound of water in the bathroom stopped and Fu Hanshen came out of the bathroom, Song Yan handed him the phone, "Someone sent you a text message."

Fu Hanshen wiped his head lazily with a towel. His upper body was a thin gray sweater. The sweater was close to his body, making his figure look more and more slender with a narrow waist without any excess fat. Trousers, slippers, the stereotype of the black suit has faded away, and now there is a mature and wild flavor belonging to men.

It makes the heart beat faster.

He casually threw away the towel and put it into the bamboo basket next to the dirty clothes, took a glance at the phone, and then looked at her, "Why didn't you look at it?"

The deep magnetic voice, the lazy tone, the short black hair still dyed with water droplets, and the long and narrow black eyes staring at her, this feeling made Song Yan constantly have the mentality of a little woman.

Afraid that he would fall into the depths of his eyes, Song Yanwen did not dare to look at him, Song Yanwen hesitantly said, "It's probably because of your work, it's inconvenient."

At the end, she teased and added, "It's your other woman outside, so it's even more inconvenient."

This woman is sometimes so sensible that people find it unlovable.

Fu Hanshen's eyes were dark, and he squeezed her face hard, making Song Yan's face flushed, until he cried out in pain, then let go of her, and clicked on the content of the text message.

After reading it, he hardly felt anything, and without moving his eyelids, he graciously placed the phone in front of Song Yan.

Song Yan only wrote three words when he saw the message above, "You're ruthless!"

The simple three words showed how furious and unwilling the owner on the other end was. Looking at the number, it was a stranger who hadn't saved it.

She raised her eyebrows and looked at Fu Hanshen. She didn't really want to ask, but seeing that the man let her read the content of the text message, she obviously wanted her to ask, so she could only obey him, "Who is it?"

"The surname is Xue." Although he didn't have this number before, Fu Hanshen could easily guess that Xue Xiao asked Shang Wu for his number.

But he dared to give his mobile phone number to a strange woman so easily. Come to think of it, Shang Wu would need to come into the office tomorrow to talk about life with him.

Xue Xiao is the only person Song Yan can think of whose surname is Xue. As if she had discovered a new world, she winked at Fu Hanshen ambiguously, "Why did she tell you that you are cruel? Did you offend her?"

Fu Hanshen himself didn't think about deliberately hiding anything from Song Yan. When he saw her asking, he told her the general situation.

After Song Yan heard this, he looked at him meaningfully, causing Fu Hanshen to pat her forehead unceremoniously, "What are you thinking?"

The force of playing was a bit heavy, Song Yan rubbed his forehead, raised his eyebrows and said, "Is Miss Xue interested in you?"

"think too much."

"..."

That's what he said, but Song Yan looked at Fu Hanshen carefully, from his eyes, his nose, his mouth, and even his whole body.

Fu Hanshen was also generous, letting her look at her enough, until she retracted her eyes, and he smiled, "Falling in love with me?"

"Yes."

"..."

"I find you really charming." Song Yan approached him, leaning in front of him, with a smile in her clear eyes, but a few words escaped from her mouth, "Will I lose you?"

"Lost?" Fu Hanshen never thought about this question.

Song Yan smiled helplessly, hooking his neck with one hand, and circling his chest with the other, "In this world, the most indispensable thing is temptation. The temptations that men generally can't stand are money, status, power, women... ..."

She raised her long and slender eyelashes. Although she was smiling, her eyes revealed her seriousness and uneasiness. "What about you? Can you resist the temptation?"

In Tang Munian's side, Song Yan did not lose to Liu Qingqing, she just lost to temptation. Those temptations are an eternal scar in her heart, which will be forgotten, but when touched by someone before they are completely forgotten, they will still be there. A little dull pain.

Of course power, status and money cannot shake Fu Hanshen, but what about women?

Although she felt that Xue Xiao would not have any interest in Fu Hanshen, but who can guarantee that in the future?Who can guarantee that there are no other women?No other Xue Xiao appeared?
What if someone pestered him, and finally one day he also fell in love with someone else, what would she do?Or, one day he got tired of her, what should she do?

Should I quit honestly or continue to entangle in the end?

Could he be another similar version of Tang Munian?
Fu Han's long and narrow black eyes narrowed slightly. Although she was smiling and asked casually, he could easily see the seriousness and temptation hidden deep in her eyes from the smiling eyes, so uneasy.

Did you think of her ex-husband again...

Suddenly, he pinched her face again suddenly, his voice was soft and magnetic, with a taste of teasing, "If you're so afraid, why don't you watch me more closely?"

"If a man wants to cheat, even iron chains can't tie him up." Song Yan said calmly, "Besides, we're not married yet."

"Who is responsible for not being married?" Fu Han swept her coldly.

Song Yan was immediately discouraged, "It's my fault."

She hadn't responded to his question about getting married before, so she was hypocritical.

Fu Han stared at her deeply, then hooked his lips helplessly, and stroked her long hair, "You mother and son have so many problems, do you think I still have time to worry about others?"

Now and in the future, he only needs to worry about her and Song Xiaoyuan. Others may not have dared to make a complete guarantee in the past, but the more they get along, the more they can only see the mother and child in his eyes, and how colorful other people's lives are. Beautiful and rich, he has no desire to appreciate it.

Furthermore, as a pure-hearted man, he really has no time to care about other women. Xue Xiao or other women are not bad, even better than Song Yan, and many people are better than Song Yan, but some People are like fate, the feeling at that moment can never be given by others.

He was only immersed in the feelings that their mother and son gave him.

After hearing his words, Song Yan felt a little moved in his heart.

Fu Hanshen looked at her small appearance, and suddenly said, "Did you admit that you fell in love with me just now?"

"……no?"

Fu Han chuckled deeply, the laughter was cool, but the corners of his eyes were aroused with interest.

What cannot be denied is that when she confessed so generously, his low and steady heart hidden in his chest was beating slightly, faster than usual...

**
After hesitating here for too long, Shi Heng was sent back in advance by Fu Hanshen.

It wasn't until ten o'clock in the evening that Fu Hanshen brought Song Yan and Song Xiaoyuan out of the Fu family's main house.

Just as she was about to get in the car, Mrs. Fu was reluctant to part with her grandson, and was still trying to discuss with Song Xiaoyuan, "Do you want to stay here tonight? It's late now, and I'll go back tomorrow."

Song Xiaoyuan looked at Song Yan, undecided.

Fu Zhongtian was also a little bit reluctant to part with his grandson, although he didn't show it, but when he saw that the family of three was about to return home, his old face became stiff.

Song Yan smiled helplessly, and said to Song Xiaoyuan, "It depends on you whether you want to go back or stay."

Seeing that she said so, and seeing the old lady Fu's kindness to stay, and seeing Fu Hanshen's expression, Song Xiaoyuan finally made up his mind, "Then I'll stay tonight."

Originally, he had promised Fu Hanshen that he would live here for a period of time, but they didn't mention it later, and just lived like this.

But he can't grow too old, and it feels pitiful to keep his grandparents here, so he had to temporarily fulfill their world of two, and forget about staying tonight.

So, Song Xiaoyuan stayed here in the end and didn't go back together, Song Yan greeted the old couple of Fu's family, then turned around and got into the car with Fu Hanshen.

Mrs. Fu reminded them from the car window, "Fu Er, drive carefully."

"En." Fu Hanshen responded lightly, started the car and left.

Mrs. Fu watched them leave until the car gradually disappeared into the dark night, then turned around and took Song Xiaoyuan's little hand, "Little grandson is so good, he knows how to love grandpa and grandma, come, let me take you Go take a shower."

Fu Zhongtian gave her a disgusted look, "Virtue." Then he smiled and waved to Song Xiaoyuan, "Grandson, come over to Grandpa."

Song Xiaoyuan, "..."

**
Sitting in the passenger seat, staring at the lights projected by the car in front, Mrs. Fu's "Fu Er" just now reminded her of the previous family photo.

Unable to help, she looked at the man next to her in confusion, "Why does everyone call you Fu Er? Are you not the oldest in your family? Or is it because your uncle has an older brother, and you are the second, that's why you are called Fu Er?"

Fu Hanshen frowned slightly, his hands were on the steering wheel, his lips were pressed together, and he only answered two words, "No."

His answer made Song Yan even more certain that the "family portrait" seemed to be really famous...

Knowing that he probably shouldn't ask, but vaguely guessing something, Song Yan couldn't hold back the curiosity in his heart after all, and asked, "You have a brother or sister above?"

"En." Fu Hanshen was still very silent, making Song Yan inexplicably feel a dignified atmosphere.

Feeling a little uneasy in her heart, she frowned and said, "Did I ask something that shouldn't be asked?"

"It's the past." He stretched out a hand and rubbed her head, "You'll know about it later."

Seeing that he didn't want to talk now, Song Yan Zhiqu kept silent.

(End of this chapter)