Paranoid Fu Shao's heart

Chapter 238 Don't Meddle

Xu Zhaorong pushed Fu Shihan's arm: "Hanhan, let's find a place to talk alone."

Fu Jiangli was reading the newspaper, and when he heard Xu Zhaorong's words, he raised his eyes to look at her: "Alone? Is there anything to avoid me?"

Xu Zhaorong turned to look at him and said, "Can't I ask my son about my daughter-in-law's personal questions?"

Fu Jiangli's face was heavy and he didn't say anything.

Xu Zhaorong followed her son to the study on the second floor, and as soon as she entered the study, she locked the door.

Xu Zhaorong asked softly: "Hanhan, what's the matter with that scar on Sangsang's wrist?" No wonder she could recognize it as self-harm at a glance, because Xu Zhaorong had met others like this before.

Fu Shihan frowned instantly, his eyes turned cold: "What do you want to say?" His tone was cold and his expression was displeased.

Xu Zhaorong could naturally see his displeasure, and also found that Hanhan's emotional reaction was a bit strange: "Mom is not questioning you, I should find out about my daughter-in-law, right?"

Fu Shihan stepped forward and sat down at the desk, picked up the cigarette, touched the lighter, and lit it on Xu Zhaorong's back, with a slightly restrained tone: "Don't meddle in my business."

But Xu Zhaorong wanted to argue with him: "If you don't tell me, I'll ask the little girl myself."

"Don't disturb her." Fu Shihan's expression was indifferent, his eyes were dark, he exhaled smoke rings from his mouth, and he still didn't turn around: "What do you want to know?"

Xu Zhaorong had to ask cautiously and tentatively: "Did something happen to her?"

She has always been very accurate at seeing people. When she accidentally saw the scar on the girl's hand when she was in the mall, she directly pulled her hand back. Xu Zhaorong could see the strange expression on her face, which was very complicated.

"It's me." This sentence, just two words, was full of heaviness and regret.

Xu Zhaorong was surprised: "What are you?"

Fu Shihan twitched the cigarette at his fingertips, and said after a long time: "I like her." He dared not say love because he was not worthy.

He gazed through the floor-to-ceiling windows, overlooking the huge garden downstairs, and said in a deep voice, "She doesn't like me, and I forced her to get the certificate."

Xu Zhaorong felt that what happened on the day he came to the capital was too unexpected, and what he knew was unexpected.

He froze in shock at what his son had just said.

"..." Xu Zhaorong didn't speak, and continued to wait for the man to speak.

Fu Shihan was silent for a long time, his indifferent eyes were deep: "She was thinking about how to escape every day. She escaped once three years ago and couldn't find her after searching for two weeks. I tricked her back. I know After she had the ability to disappear from my sight, I watched her tighter, locked her in the villa, and didn't let her go out."

Xu Zhaorong opened his mouth, but there was still disbelief in his eyes.

Fu Shihan turned his back to her, and did not see his mother shed tears.

The man's voice continued: "I have been imprisoned for three years, and all her emotions have been suppressed in the abyss."

After that, he didn't say any more.

Xu Zhaorong also got a rough idea.

Fu Shihan turned around, his eyes remained the same, he met Xu Zhaorong's red eyes without any waves, took a handkerchief with a calm expression, and handed it forward: "Let my father see it, it's time to take you out of my sight immediately. "

Xu Zhaorong took the handkerchief, but did not wipe it, but asked him in a gentle voice: "Hanhan, tell your mother, how is your illness now?"

Fu Shihan's body moved slightly, but there was no expression on his face, only indifferent coldness, and his eyes were unprecedentedly empty.

(End of this chapter)