Strong marriage lock: Fu Shao's dumb new wife

Chapter 103 He has a long face, and his mood is not very beautiful
After the banquet was over, it was naturally impossible for Chang Yi to let Chang Yan go back in Fu Hanchuan's car.

In the parking lot, there was a short distance between the two cars, Chang Yan stood at the door of the car, staring blankly at the Bentley she was sitting in when she came, Chang Yi said coldly behind him: "Are you still in the car? "

Chang Yan looked back at her elder brother, Yang Yanqing gently pushed her, and Chang Yan reluctantly got into the car.

After Chang Yi and his wife also sat on it, they ordered the driver to drive. At this time, Fu Hanchuan's figure appeared from the door of the hotel. Chang Yan turned her head and looked at Fu Hanchuan's figure all the way until she couldn't see it.

Yang Yanqing looked at the little girl's stupid look, and sighed.

This silly girl didn't give up.

"Madame Zhuoya?"

A man's deep voice suddenly sounded, Chang Yan immediately turned her head and looked at her elder brother in panic.

"Big brother..."

Chang Yi raised his hand to stop her from speaking, turned the phone in the other direction, and looked at his little sister's flustered expression with indifferent eyes.

"Well, it's me, Chang Yi, sorry for disturbing Madam so late."

Fu's old house.

Because of the cold spring, Mr. Fu's body was not very comfortable. Mrs. Zhuo Ya saw that the old man had fallen asleep peacefully, and then came back from the small building.

Standing in the garden, she tucked the shawl on her shoulders, and said with a smile: "Mr. Chang called so late, did something happen at the banquet?"

Chang Yi glanced at his little sister, and said calmly: "The banquet is okay, but there is one thing I want to ask Madam."

"What's the matter?"

"Madam, is Mr. Fu single now?"

Zhuo Ya was startled, her smile slowly sank, and she said slowly: "Mr. Chang, your question is really abrupt."

In the car, Chang Yan tightened Chang Yi's arm and clothes, shook her head and whispered, "Brother, don't ask..."

She knew the purpose of her elder brother's call, but she...but...

Chang Yan hoped to continue to be taken care of by Mrs. Zhuo Ya, but also felt ashamed of her own thoughts.

Fu Hanchuan is married, her identity and self-esteem do not allow her to love him anymore, but she can't control her heart.

Her heart was extremely contradictory.

With a sullen face, Chang Yi pushed the younger sister's hand away and said in a deep voice: "Madam, I already know the answer to this question, and please Madam, don't give younger sister any hope. She is still young, so she should focus on her studies."

Chang Yi's words sounded polite, but they were already very serious.

It means that Mrs. Zhuo Ya should not tease his little sister's heart any more, and make her have no hope for Fu Hanchuan.

When Chang Yan heard this, she let go of her fingers in despair, leaned against Yang Yanqing's arms and began to cry.

Chang Yi's tense face softened slightly, but he still held the phone, waiting for the other party's answer.

Mrs. Zhuo Ya held the phone, the light in her eyes was as dark and cold as the night.

The Chang family is noble, why not the Fu family?

It was Chang Yan who was tempted by Fu Hanchuan, she just wanted them to come to fruition.

What's more, Su Xiang will divorce Fu Hanchuan sooner or later, but the time will be delayed. Since the Chang family is impatient, the Fu family doesn't have to insist on them.

Mrs. Zhuo Ya stepped towards the direction of the main building, and said with a smile: "I understand Mr. Chang's meaning. If this is the case, it means that our two families are not bound by fate."

After saying a few more polite words, Mrs. Zhuo Ya stood on the steps of the main building and hung up the phone.

Fu Zhengnan walked over from behind and asked, "Whose phone is it?"

Zhuo Ya glanced at him, and said lightly: "It's from the Chang family."

"Huh?" Fu Zhengnan raised his eyebrows slightly, and the husband and wife walked towards the living room together, he said, "What is he calling you for?"

Mrs. Zhuo Ya said lightly: "The Chang family is going to retreat, it seems that this north-south marriage is impossible."

"Oh?" Fu Zhengnan paused, "What's going on?"

Mrs. Zhuo Ya walked up the stairs without looking very good.

Fu Hanchuan couldn't get divorced from that mute's marriage, so no matter who the girl was from in the future, Mrs. Fu couldn't be replaced.

She didn't want to say this to Fu Zhengnan, as it would only aggravate his dissatisfaction with her son.

Fu Zhengnan watched Mrs. Zhuo Ya's footsteps on the stairs slightly lower, and frowned slightly.

But it didn't take long before he knew the reason. The Chang family knew that Fu Hanchuan hadn't officially divorced yet.

Yu Cangcang was standing in a succulent shop with her mobile phone in her hand to make a call. She said, "It's not the feudal era now, people can be snatched away just by relying on their family background. Ms. Chang has a noble status, and she can't let go of her figure to be someone else's." your little wife?"

"But it's a pity that the strong alliance between your Fu and Chang families can't be achieved."

"I hear your tone, it doesn't sound like it's a pity." Fu Zhengnan said lightly.

Yu Cangcang bent slightly, looked at the row of succulents on the shelf, lightly touched a pot of Thousand Buddhas with his fingers, turned his head to the shop assistant and said, "I want these two pots, help me pack them up."

Speaking, she said to the phone: "From my standpoint, isn't it normal for me to think so?"

Fu Zhengnan stopped discussing this issue with her, and changed the subject: "Are you still outside at this time?"

Yu Cangcang glanced at the night outside the window, and said: "Well, he must not be in a good mood tonight, I'll go and see him."

Fu Zhengnan on the other end of the phone was silent for a while: "Well, I've troubled you."

Yu Cangcang smiled lightly and said, "Of course I will do my best when you hand over the person to me. Well, let's not say more, I have to pay the bill."

"Well, let's go."

Fu Zhengnan hung up the phone, and Yu Cangcang scanned the QR code with his mobile phone to pay, then walked out with a cardboard box in his hands, and the wind chime on the door jingled.

The bookstore is open 24 hours. Yu Cangcang walked in, bypassing a row of bookshelves before seeing the person she was looking for.

She put down the carton, took out a basin from it and put it in front of the man: "This basin is for you."

Qi Lingyang raised his head, glanced at the pot of succulent, slightly raised his eyebrows and said, "What are you doing for me?"

Yu Cangcang sat down, smiled and said: "I know you are in a bad mood, so I bought something to coax you."

Qi Lingyang curled his lower lip slightly, moved the potted plant aside, and turned a page of the book.

The clerk of the bookstore delivered the scented tea ordered by Yu Cangcang, and Yu Cangcang picked up the cold coffee and handed it to the clerk, "Take this coffee away, thank you."

Qi Lingyang glanced at her, and before he could speak, Yu Cangcang said, "I won't be able to sleep if I drink coffee so late, drink scented tea."

She picked up the glass jug, poured two cups of golden scented tea, and said pointingly: "Fetal chrysanthemum and wolfberry, clear fire."

Qi Lingyang took a sip from his teacup and said, "It's not the first time, it's okay, you can go back."

Being coldly treated, deliberately forgotten, even scolded, this kind of thing happened a lot, and I got used to it.

Holding the teacup in his hand, Yu Cangcang smiled and said, "I just came here, and you told me to leave, do you still have a conscience?"

With the teacup on her lips, she glanced at the man from above the rim, and suddenly said with a half-smile: "If I were Su Xiang, wouldn't you rush me away?"

Qi Lingyang didn't even lift his eyelids, he turned a page of the book, pretending he didn't hear it.

Yu Cangcang put down his teacup, sat up straight, and said seriously: "Fu Hanchuan was deprived of the position of president because of someone who offended him. You don't know, do you?"

Qi Lingyang frowned slightly, he raised his head and said indifferently, "What do you want to say?"

Yu Cangcang said: "You know what I'm talking about, don't play haha ​​with me."

She paused, and then said: "I didn't tell him about you, but don't just pretend that no one knows."

Qi Lingyang sneered: "It's nothing if he knows, what I'm doing now is enough to explain."

Yu Cangcang thought for a while, then narrowed his eyes slightly, and said worriedly: "You really don't care about her?"

Qi Lingyang didn't make a sound, and just flipped through the book.

Yu Cangcang was slightly relieved: "It's best to be like this."

She took a sip of tea and said, "I know, you think you have similarities with Su Xiang, you are excluded and deliberately left out. But you are completely different from her."

"You have your big things to do, don't miss yourself because of something."

Qi Lingyang raised his eyes: "I know exactly what I want."

His eyes were cold, but his eyes clearly showed raging ambition, Yu Cangcang pulled his lips slightly, and said, "It's good that you know."

"After this, no one can take anything away from you."

"Be patient, there is a vast sea and sky ahead."

She picked up the teacup and signaled to Qi Lingyang: "Substitute tea for wine, I want you to promise me that you will do your best."

Qi Lingyang glanced at the teacup she was holding firmly, lowered his eyes and picked up his own, and the two teacups touched lightly in the air. Although the voice was very soft, it was a final word.

After Yu Cangcang finished drinking this cup of scented tea, she didn't stay any longer. She picked up another pot of succulents, and finally said: "Drink so much wine, don't think it's too late, go back and rest earlier."

Qi Lingyang rested his head on one hand, and looked at her lazily: "I see, how old are you, so annoying."

Yu Cangcang wrinkled his nose: "How dare you find me annoying, I came here to comfort you because someone didn't come home so late."

Qi Lingyang smiled, and thanked him insincerely. He glanced at another pot of identical succulents in Yu Cangcang's hand and asked, "Who is this pot for?"

Yu Cangcang touched the thick leaves, blinked and said, "What do you think?"

Qi Lingyang understood: "Okay, I got it."

Only then did Yu Cangcang go out with the potted plant.

Qi Lingyang glanced at the pot of succulent left on the table, took a light breath, pressed his fingers on the pointed leaf tip and put it back.

Some hand poking.

Fu's...

The corners of his lips curled up coldly, and the cold light flashed in his eyes.

……

Huadu Hotel, Room 808.

Fu Hanchuan pushed open the door, inserted the room card into the power switch, and immediately the lights in the room were brightly lit, and there was no need to look at the huge suite.

There was no sound of anyone, it was cold.

Fu Hanchuan closed the door and walked in, untied his tie and casually threw it on the sofa in the room, stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling window and looked at the star lights downstairs, took out his mobile phone and dialed a number to go out.

Su Xiang went back to Chawan after finishing her big purchases in the supermarket. She studied the steps of making cakes, and she just took a shower.

She brushed her hair, saw the lighted cell phone beside the pillow and walked over, the caller ID on it made her frown.

What is that man looking for her now?
Su Xiang picked up the phone and tapped twice on the screen to show that she was listening.

The man's deep voice came through the receiver: "I asked you to wait in the hotel, where is he?"

Su Xiang froze for a moment, and then realized that the message he saw was not a hacked account.

But why did he ask her to go to the hotel, and why did she listen to him and go wherever he asked?
Su Xiang hung up the phone and sent a message: I don't do hotel services.

Fu Hanchuan looked at the line on the phone, sneered, and called the phone again. He only said two words: "Fu Ying."

Then, he hung up the phone, threw it on the bed, and unbuttoned his shirt as he walked to the bathroom.

Su Xiang was stunned when he heard Fu Ying's name.

To her, Fu Ying is a magical existence, and these two words alone are enough to attract her.

Su Xiang put the towel on the bedside table, and immediately went to the closet to change clothes.

When she was about to drive to the hotel, she suddenly remembered why he hadn't asked him to send Fu Ying's video to see that her son was really there.

The car was turned off on the parking lot, Su Xiang opened the door and walked in, and took the room card at the front desk.

As the elevator went straight up, Su Xiang stopped in room 808, swiped his room card and entered.

The lights inside were brightly lit, and the bathroom door was opened. Fu Hanchuan was only wearing a white bathrobe. Water drops rolled off his smooth skin, and his messy hair stood on end, adding a bit of masculine charm.

Su Xiang frowned and turned his head away.

But Fu Hanchuan threw the towel on her, walked to the edge of the sofa and sat down, "Come here, wipe my hair."

Su Xiang squeezed the dry towel in his hand, and cursed in his heart, wouldn't he wipe it himself?
Besides, is she a servant?
Those daughters who accompanied him to various banquets should be very happy to do these things for him. That gentle little girl tonight looks gentle and virtuous.

Su Xiang stood still, Fu Hanchuan looked at her: "Are you jealous?"

Su Xiang stared at him, the ghost was jealous.

"I told you to come here, didn't you hear me?"

Su Xiang grabbed the towel with one hand, reached into his pocket with the other hand to take out the phone, and resent the message she sent by voice.

"I don't do hotel services."

A sneer appeared in Fu Hanchuan's eyes, and he continued to stare at her without blinking.

Su Xiang felt uncomfortable being stared at by him, and she had done nothing wrong, but he stared at her like a sharp edge.

She lowered her head, typed a few more words on the phone, and said in a voice: "Where is Fu Ying, you said he was here."

Fu Hanchuan leaned his elbows on the armrest of the sofa, put the back of his hand against his chin, looked at her lazily and said, "When did I say he was there? Woman, you should understand that in your current situation, if you want to see Fu Ying , something has to be done.”

"Like... hotel services?"

The man's long and narrow eyes showed an evil smile, Su Xiang clenched his fists, scoundrel.

She pursed her lips, and poked her finger on the screen vigorously. Before she could convert it into a voice, Fu Hanchuan's lazy voice sounded: "You caused this by yourself."

If she hadn't acted on her own initiative, signed the agreement, issued an announcement, and left the Fu family, she would still be Mrs. Fu living in Guhua Road.

Su Xiang squeezed her fingers hard, deleted the words on the phone one by one, picked up the towel and walked over.

She wrapped the towel around his hair, rubbed it vigorously a few times as if venting, and suddenly she was slapped hard on the buttocks.

The man said: "Dare to tell me to get out, wipe it well!"

Su Xiang endured it, and softened the movements of his hands.

The wet and cool hair ran through her palm, piercing her hand hard, and there was a smell of alcohol in his breath.

The man continued to support his head, closed his eyes, and seemed to be asleep.

After drying his hair, Su Xiang took a step back, and was about to put the wet towel back into the bathroom. Just as she turned around, a thick arm suddenly stretched out from her waist and embraced her.

Su Xiang was caught off guard and fell onto the man's lap.

"Don't move around." The man's chin rested on her shoulder, and at such a close distance, the smell of alcohol in his mouth became stronger.

Su Xiang gestured with his fingers.

——I'll put some towels on.

Fu Hanchuan took the towel from her hand and put it on the coffee table next to him. In the morning, the customer service cleaning team will come to clean it up and ask her to run around to do something.

"I'm very tired, don't move around." The man said in a low voice, resting his chin on her shoulder, and continued to close his eyes, "Press me."

Su Xiang tilted his head slightly and saw the man's tired face.

On occasions like banquets, it looks glamorous, but in fact, every word you say to people is painstaking, and drinking a glass of wine is very harmful to your body.

Something in Su Xiang's heart softened, he turned his body sideways and changed his position, pressed his fingers on his temples, and began to massage him.

As time passed, Su Xiang's fingers were a little sore. At this moment, Fu Hanchuan opened his eyes, took hold of her wrist, and said in a hoarse voice, "It's ok."

The distance between the two is very close, and she can feel the temperature on his body.

And his eyes at this moment are no longer cold and full of aggression, and there is warmth in them.

The man looked at a small face close at hand. Her face was fair with a thin layer of pink, and there was a soft halo under the light.

His brows are faint, his long eyelashes are trembling slightly, his clear watery eyes are shaking slightly, his small nose seems to dare not breathe hard, his breath is soft, his red lips are slightly parted, like two pieces The petals of red crabapple are delicate and timid.

Being watched like this, Su Xiang felt her heart beating faster, she moved her lower lip slightly, and in the next second, her lips were sealed...

After some rubbing, the man let go of her after a long time, and the two pressed their foreheads together to breathe.

The clothes on both of them were loosened, and Su Xiang's limp body lay on Fu Hanchuan's chest.

She could clearly feel his steady and powerful heartbeat, only separated by a layer of muscles, just under those few ribs, thumping.

Her hair was wet with sweat and draped over her shoulders in a mess. Looking at her with foggy eyes, she looked like a little fox demon.

The man's Adam's apple rolled down, and he carried her to the bed.

When he was about to perform the second time, Su Xiang raised his hand against his chest and gestured with his fingers.

——Fu Ying's birthday is coming soon, the old house celebrates the lunar calendar, so can you leave me the birthday in the solar calendar?

Fu Hanchuan frowned slightly, Su Xiang and Fu's family had such an embarrassing quarrel, it was impossible to go back to celebrate his birthday this year.

He agreed with a hum, peeled off her clothes with his fingers, and wrapped both of them in with the thin quilt...

After another lingering, Su Xiang leaned on the man's arm, and heard his well-proportioned and steady breathing.

Su Xiang looked at him, the eyes under the thick eyebrows were closed, and the oppressive feeling of being stared at disappeared, with a high nose bridge and thin sexy lips.

She always knew that he was good-looking, but because he always gave people the feeling of being cold and unapproachable, Su Xiang was subconsciously afraid of him.

As long as he looks at her, her resistance will be discounted.

Su Xiang watched silently for a while, then closed her eyes, but she couldn't fall asleep because she had something on her mind.

The hanging relationship between them is actually no different from separation, and she doesn't know what position Fu Hanchuan puts her in and what he wants to do.

All they had to do was submit the divorce agreement to the Civil Affairs Bureau, and their divorce certificate could be issued.

But he always came to provoke her again when he let her cool off.

Su Xiang sighed inwardly, frowned, lifted the quilt and sat up, the moment his feet touched the ground, the man behind him woke up.

"where to?"

Su Xiang turned his head and gestured.

--hungry.

She is indeed a little hungry.

When she went to the supermarket, she saw him going to the banquet in a car with another woman. She was in a bad mood at that time, so she just bought something in the supermarket and went back.

She also dealt with the dinner casually and went to study making cakes, and then he was called over again, draining her energy.

Su Xiang got out of bed, picked up the clothes on the ground and put them on one by one. To her surprise, there was also the sound of rubbing clothes behind her.

Su Xiang turned his head to look, and saw that Fu Hanchuan was already buttoning his shirt.

He glanced at her and said, "Let's go together."

It was already late at night, and the hotel did not provide food. Su Xiang originally planned to eat something to fill his stomach when he saw a food stall open on the way back, and then went home to sleep.

After Fu Hanchuan got dressed, he put on the watch on the bedside table and put his cell phone in his pocket.

Su Xiang glanced at him, picked up the handbag on the table, and the two walked out together.

Fu Hanchuan was brought here by Qiao Shen's car, and the car had already been driven away, so he had to sit in Su Xiang's small car.

The narrow space makes people shy for a tall man. Fu Hanchuan has never been in a car driven by Su Xiang in his life.

He has a long face, and his mood is not very beautiful.

Su Xiang glanced at the man's silent face from the corner of her eye, the corners of her lips curled up slightly.

Mr. Fu, who has always been domineering, rarely sees him so aggrieved.

There were not many late-night snack shops open at one or two o'clock in the morning. Su Xiang looked for a way to drive there, and finally saw a food stall that was still open.

Su Xiang stopped the car on the side of the road, and the two got out of the car together.

Those who don't sleep at this time are night owls, those who play games, play cards and sing karaoke just finished.

Fu Hanchuan frowned and looked at the dirty and noisy store in front of him, but he didn't have a cleanliness attack, so he sat down on an empty seat.

Su Xiang blinked his eyes, and took a look into the store. He didn't think it was dirty?
When she was in Fu's family, although she was not recognized as Mrs. Fu, she was also a wealthy wife who was bound in the frame. She had to behave gracefully and pay attention to eating and drinking.

Ever since she left Fu's house and lived alone, she has known the taste of being free and unrestrained. She can eat food stalls and roadside stalls freely.

Fu Hanchuan seems to be very familiar with this kind of food stall. He ordered a few skewers of barbecue and vermicelli soup, but his handmade suit was incompatible with the environment here.

Su Xiang held the spoon, blew the fan and took a sip, and looked at the man sitting opposite him through the hot air from above the casserole.

Fu Hanchuan glanced at her: "What are you looking at?"

Su Xiang put down the chopsticks in one hand, and wrote on the phone: "Have you eaten food stalls before?"

Fu Hanchuan said: "When I used to race cars, I often went out with Mo Fei and them for supper."

The children of these aristocratic families are not necessarily the ones who put on airs and despise the roadside stalls.At that time, he was not as cold and unkind as he is now.

"At that time we often went out to play, and it was common to have supper at night. Do you think I don't eat these?"

Su Xiang pursed his lips, lowered his head and continued to eat.

She didn't know much about his past, but when he talked about racing cars, there must be Lu Weiqi.

Su Xiang fell silent for a moment, and poked the thin slices of beef in the casserole repeatedly, and she poked the few pieces of meat into the fans.

Fu Hanchuan glanced at her, wondering what was wrong with her.

But this woman was dumb and didn't like to talk, so Fu Hanchuan picked out the beef slices from his casserole and put them in her place.

Su Xiang glanced at him, and was not polite, and ate all those precious slices of beef.

Fu Hanchuan sneered, and picked out the coriander and chives from his place and put them in her casserole.

"You have a stinky temper, eat this to make it even more stinky."

Su Xiang glared at him, whoever's temper stinks, no one can smell as bad as him.

She immediately picked it up with chopsticks and returned it.

Both of them don't eat coriander and chives very much, but Su Xiang can accept a little bit, and Fu Hanchuan doesn't eat it at all. When they ordered just now, they both forgot to mention it.

In the past, Su Xiang used to fry shallots in oil and cook them with oil. This man is so difficult to serve, and even said that she has a bad temper.

The two came and went, and after being childish for a while, Su Xiang picked up the coriander leaves and looked at Fu Hanchuan, hesitating to speak.

"Why, just say something." The man glanced at her and said.

Su Xiang was silent for a moment, put down the chopsticks and spoons, and freed up his hands to gesture.

——Why do you want to open room F in the hotel?
He could go to Chawan, but why did he get a hotel room?

This made her feel even more like his lover, and the hotel was where they had a tryst.

Fu Hanchuan looked at her silently for a moment, and slowly rubbed the phalanx of his index finger with his thumb.

He raised one corner of his lips, and there was a wicked smile in his smile: "The hotel is very convenient, don't you think it's more interesting?"

Su Xiang pursed her lips and glanced at him, but had nothing to say to this answer.

Fun?

Sneaky, maybe...

The two ate in silence for a while, and the casserole fans hadn't finished eating all, but neither of them seemed to have the intention to eat any more.

Fu Hanchuan put down his chopsticks and said, "It's almost enough to eat, I'll call another car to go back here."

It means that there is no need for Su Xiang to send him back to the hotel, or to the side of Guhua Road.

Su Xiang took out a tissue and wiped his lips, and finally gestured.

——Don't forget what you promised.

After finishing speaking, she picked up her handbag and car keys and stood up, walking towards the car.

Fu Hanchuan kept his hands in his pockets, watched the small car disappear into the night, and reached out to stop a passing taxi.

The two cars are one south and one north, so leave it alone.

Fu Hanchuan's eyes were dim, looking at the night outside the window.

He didn't need to tell her that someone was watching his movements.

With her sensitivity, she might lose her temper again.

He didn't want her to cause any trouble, especially at this critical moment.

He admits that she has a certain attraction to him, but it hasn't reached the point where he can make a choice...

(End of this chapter)