Strong marriage lock: Fu Shao's dumb new wife

Chapter 116 Miss Su calmly accepted the divorce certificate

Su Xiang's breath tightened slightly, and he began to feel restless.

She took the phone away from her ear and typed it in: "Can you tell me first, what's the matter?"

Qiao Shen hesitated for a moment, looked down at the things in his hand, and said, "Miss Su, let's wait until you come back."

Hearing the title "Miss Su" again, Su Xiang was sure that she had heard correctly, her breath became tighter, and her fingers gripped the phone tightly.

Qiao Shen has always been very measured in terms of address, and will not call people indiscriminately.

Her throat rolled down, and she wrote: "Okay, wait for me for a while."

Hanging up the phone, and then raising her eyes, her eyes were foggy, her heartbeat was chaotic, and her hands were trembling slightly even when she was holding the steering wheel.

She glanced ahead, sniffed, and forced the moisture back from her eyes, turned the car key, and lightly stepped on the accelerator at the same time.

She drove the car steadily, but it was as tragic as if she was going to the execution ground.

When the car drove to the community, she saw Qiao Shen's Ferrari, slowly looked away, and got out of the car.

The elevator stopped on the fifth floor with a "ding". When Su Xiang stepped out of the elevator, she saw Qiao Shen standing at the door of her house.

She squeezed the corners of her lips on both sides and walked over slightly, while writing on her mobile phone: "I kept you waiting."

When Qiao Shen saw Su Xiang, his smile was also very forced, and he was so nervous that he stuttered: "No, nothing."

Facing Su Xiang and what to do next, he was so nervous that he couldn't meet her eyes.

Su Xiang stood at the door, pressed the password on the door lock, and the door opened with a beep. She stepped into the hall and said to Qiao Shen, "What's the matter, let's talk first."

"No, no need."

There was only a door frame between them, but Qiao Shen seemed to be nailed to the door, without taking a step forward.

He clasped his hands and put them on his lower abdomen, with a look of confusion on how to speak.

Su Xiang's eyes were as calm as water, and he looked at him quietly, his eyes slowly fell on the briefcase he was carrying, and the corners of his lips were slightly pulled.

After two seconds, Qiao touched his forehead deeply, closed his eyes, then lowered his head to open the briefcase, and took out a small green-covered certificate from it.

"Miss Su, Mr. Fu asked me to send this over."

His voice was very soft, as if he was afraid of scaring her, or as if he had done something wrong, his eyes were lowered, and he didn't dare to look at her face.

He saw Su Xiangsong squeezed his drooping hand, and then slowly stretched out, pinching the certificate.

Qiao Shen immediately withdrew his hand as if he was burning his fingers, and couldn't help but look at Su Xiang's reaction.

She looked calm, as if she had expected it long ago, and she even opened the certificate and looked inside, as if making a final confirmation.

Qiao Shen was a little surprised by her calmness, but felt that it was within his expectations.

After all, the Mrs. Fu in my impression has never been chaotic or hysterical in front of outsiders.

Qiao Shen breathed out lightly, took out another document from his briefcase and said, "Miss Su, according to the divorce agreement you signed with Mr. Fu, this is the real estate Mr. Fu gave you, and this is Bank card."

Su Xiang also took it, with the divorce certificate in her left hand and the compensation she got for leaving the Fu family in her right hand.

At this time, her calm face finally showed some expression, but it was a sarcastic smile.

She looked up at Qiao Shen, nodded to him, said nothing, took a step back and closed the door.

Facing the dark brown door, Qiao Shen blinked, sighed softly and said, "Miss Su, Mr. Fu said that you are free now."

It was quiet inside the door, there was no sound at all.

Qiao Shen moved his footsteps, and almost put his ear against the door, as if hoping that there would be some other sounds besides silence from inside.

After a while, he gave up and stood up straight, and said again: "Miss Su, do you have anything to say to President Fu, I can convey it to you."

After speaking, he stood and paused for a while, but still didn't wait for any response from inside, he gave up and turned around to leave.

At the door, Su Xiang stood in place, looked at the divorce certificate to the left, and at the huge amount of property she got to the right, walked to the living room as if numb, and sat down blankly.

She looked at the divorce certificate with neither sadness nor joy on her face.

Finally, she was free and no longer a member of the Fu family...

It feels like this marriage has gone from flying around, to dying, and now it's finally dead...

I kept sitting in a dazed posture for a long time, my mind went from blank to chaotic flashbacks of the past, and then I thought about what it would be like to see that person again in the future?

……

As the sky darkened, Qiao Shen completed that arduous task and arrived at Fu's house. Mother Song opened the door for him, and he walked all the way to Fu Hanchuan's study.

In the study room, the man's shirt was rolled up to his elbows, and he was facing the computer screen with a stern expression, tapping his fingers neatly, as if he was replying to an email.

Qiao Shen stood and waited for a while.

After returning from the shopping mall, he received an order from his boss to send the divorce agreement to the lawyer and get the divorce certificate as soon as possible.

The leader of the Civil Affairs Bureau opened the VIP channel, and stamped it in less than half an hour.

It can be said that when he sent the divorce certificate to Chawan, it was just out of the oven and steaming hot.

As one of the witnesses of the couple's marriage history, Qiao Shen believes that he has never been able to see through Mr. Fu's feelings for Mrs. Fu, nor Mrs. Fu's feelings for Mr. Fu, but when they divorce, they can each maintain this The calmness, even the sigh is superfluous, which is rare.

If he had to be a bystander to comment on their marriage, Qiao Shen would say that it was probably just chewing a piece of durian-flavored gum, which smelled extremely bad and had a strong taste after chewing, but in the end it was inevitable that he would be rejected spit out the fate of the mouth.

With the last keystroke on the keyboard, Fu Hanchuan looked up at Qiao Shen, with coldness in his deep eyes: "Give it all to her?"

Qiao nodded deeply and said, "Yes, Mr. Fu."

Fu Hanchuan gave a soft "um" with his nose and then fell silent, staring at the bright tabletop, Qiao Shen thought he had nothing else to say, so he turned around and was about to leave, at this time Fu Hanchuan asked: "What expression is she? "

Qiao Shen said: "Miss Su accepted the divorce certificate very calmly."

Fu Hanchuan frowned slightly, and said "hmm" again, but this time, Qiao Shen found that his face was even more gloomy.

Qiao Shen pushed the eyes on his nose and said, "Mr. Fu, if there is nothing else, I will get off work."

Anyway, he didn't expect to stay for dinner. Under such circumstances, he would not dare to ask him to stay for dinner, for fear of indigestion.

"Ah."

Qiao Shen's footsteps moved, and when he turned around, the man's deep voice sounded again: "Did she say anything?"

Qiao Shen shook his head: "No, Ms. Su didn't say anything, she just closed the door after taking something."

Qiao Shen also wished that he could speak in more detail, and he tried his best to express himself in detail, but after a lot of searching, there were only a dozen or so "precious" words.

Fu Hanchuan frowned even more tightly, and waved his fingers, as if he didn't want to look at him again.

Joe pursed his lips deeply, and turned around consciously. At this moment, he thought of something and turned around again.

"Oh, right……"

Fu Hanchuan looked up at him, with something flickering in his eyes, and he said, "Is there anything else you haven't said?"

Qiao Shen took out another divorce certificate from his briefcase and walked a few steps forward. He put his palm on his desk, and then slowly let go.

Fu Hanchuan stared at the green-skinned thing, frowning so much that it would kill a fly, he raised his sinister eyes and stared at Qiao Shen.

Qiao Shen's scalp was numb from this gaze, cold sweat dripped down his back, and he said, "I forgot, put this, this..."

Fu Hanchuan said coldly: "Why are you giving me this!"

Although Qiao Shen also kept some things for the boss, it's not good for him to keep them for him, right?
He is not married yet.

Qiao Shen smiled bitterly and said, "Boss Fu, I'll keep this, it doesn't seem too good?"

Fu Hanchuan glared at him fiercely: "Go out."

Qiao Shen seemed to have received an amnesty order, so he hurriedly rubbed the soles of his feet with oil and left. Mother Song offered him a bowl of chicken soup with bamboo fungus and chicken, but he refused to leave.

In the study room, Fu Hanchuan stared fixedly at the divorce certificate, as if the certificate was a green-skinned cockroach blocking his eyes.

He squeezed his fingers, creaking them, then loosened them all of a sudden, reached out and took the divorce certificate, opened it to look at it, and let out a deep breath.

With a "click", the sound of the certificate being randomly dropped on the table.

Fu Hanchuan sat in the leather chair and turned around, looking coldly at the darkened night outside the window.

There was no reaction at all, that dead woman...

The palm of his hand was tightly grasping the armrest, and the veins on the back of his hand were slightly bulging. He couldn't think of any adjectives for her in his mind.

For her, was she only feeling relief?
Not even a word, one phone call, one message, no questioning...

Even raising a dog, throwing it away, would run back and stay at the door of the house. In the past four years, she didn't feel it at all?
There seemed to be something rubbing against his legs at his feet, Fu Hanchuan looked down, and the white cat he picked up meowed at him, and Wa Lan's eyes were clear, looking at him innocently.

As soon as he loosened his fingers, Fu Hanchuan let out a heavy breath, bent down and picked up the cat and put it on his lap.

No one is generally allowed to disturb his study, and even Fu Ying is under strict control, and only this cat slipped in silently.

Fu Hanchuan stroked its smooth fur, and the cat rubbed its head against his palm affectionately, making a comfortable purring sound, with a charming face.

He snorted lightly, scratched the back of its neck, and it became more comfortable, turned over and opened its belly to him.

When he touched its belly, the cat suddenly became fierce, kicking and biting the hand holding him.

Fu Hanchuan withdrew his hand and watched the cat turn over vigilantly and stare at his fingers.

Fu Hanchuan sneered again, he remembered, what does that woman look like, she looks like this cat.

She seems to be quiet and well-behaved, but when she turns around, she forgets who is the benefactor.

Well, he was the one who gave her the divorce certificate, so can she be expected to cry and beg for mercy, or to scold him for being ruthless?
She is dumb...

Fu Hanchuan looked forward faintly, and slowly pinched his fingers.

Now that the decision has been made, don't look forward and backward, and since you want to cut the mess quickly, don't say that the knife fell too fast.

There is no turning back when you open the bow...

……

"I said that the wound on my finger didn't heal all the time. It turned out that there was a thorn stuck in it. After I pulled it out, it healed within a day and didn't hurt at all. It's just that it hurts when I peeled away the blurry flesh and blood."

Mo Feitong looked at that paragraph of text, pondered for a long time but did not understand it.

He looked at his finger, a thorn went in, did it hurt?
This is what Su Xiang wrote on Weibo. After Lu Weiqi's incident, he followed her.

When did the little mute get stabbed, why didn't he pull it out at that time, why did he have to wait for pus to grow in it before pulling it out?
Mo Feitong waved, turned the phone over to the bartender, and asked, "Can you understand what this means?"

The bartender stretched out his head, squinted at the dazzling lights, and finally finished reading with effort.He leaned his elbows on the bar and teased, "Brother, have you never been in love?"

Mo Feitong gave him a warning look: "Who says I've never been in a relationship, I just never thought about what women think."

The bartender smiled and said, "Then...brother, do you want to understand this person's heart now?"

Mo Feitong snorted: "Don't want a bonus?"

The bartender immediately smiled and said solemnly: "Brother, to be precise, this is a woman's description of a dead relationship."

Mo Feitong frowned: "Dead feelings? What do you mean?"

"I warn you, if you talk nonsense, I will kill you."

The bartender glanced at the boss unrequitedly.

There is a boss who has no feelings, but he can't hurt him, and he has to explain it seriously, which is really tiring.

He said: "It's just that the two are separated. In this relationship, both of them should be tortured, at least this woman doesn't feel good..."

Under the bartender's stare, the bartender patted his mouth: "Sorry brother, I'm used to talking."

He coughed lightly, and continued: "She felt like she had been pricked by a thorn, and she couldn't get better, but she finally made up her mind to separate, and it felt like she was freed from the torture."

"Well, that's it." The bartender nodded seriously again.

Mo Feitong frowned and thought about it in a daze. The bartender remembered who the boss was so concerned about, so he craned his neck to look at the Weibo blogger. Mo Feitong pushed his forehead and put his phone away. When he came back, he said coldly, "Go to work."

The bartender tilted his head awkwardly, and picked up the shaker under the bar.

Under the dazzling lights, could it be that the same brows were frowned into a pimple, separated?

The little mute had moved out of Fu's house a long time ago, she had no reason to suddenly write such a paragraph, that is...

With a serious look on his face, he immediately stood up and walked towards the elevator, and at the same time called Fu Hanchuan.

What the hell is Fu Hanchuan doing!

The phone beeped for a while before being picked up.

Mo Feitong immediately asked, "Young Master Fu, what's the matter with you and the little mute?"

The elevator stopped on the top floor, which was different from the noise downstairs, it was so quiet that even Fu Hanchuan's breathing could be heard on the phone.

Fu Hanchuan's cold voice came: "Divorced, what's the matter?"

As if listening to a joke, Comrade Mo Fei said, "Are you kidding, don't go crazy."

For the past four years, rumors of the two getting divorced have been circulating every day. The most intense one was Su Xiang's statement after the Lu Weiqi incident, but the two are still in the marriage contract?
How could it be possible to say divorce suddenly?
"Do you think I'm joking?" Fu Hanchuan said coldly, then thought of something and asked again, "Where did you know that?"

He didn't tell the few of them about this matter, unless Qiao Ying told Qiao Ying with a deep mouth.

I thought it was Qiao Shen who leaked it, but what Mo Feitong told him was another answer.

"It's written on the Weibo of the little mute. Fu Hanchuan, I think you are really crazy!"

Mo Feitong was very angry, and after cursing, he cut off the phone.

On the other side, Fu Hanchuan frowned, pinched the phone with his thumb and forefinger, turned it around, swiped down a little bit, and turned it again.The corner of the phone hit the table, making a rhythmic tuk-tuk sound.

Su Xiang's Weibo?
Didn't she have nothing to say to him, and actually posted it on Weibo?
Suddenly, a cold light flashed in his eyes, and a cold smile hung on the corner of his lips.

Hehe, she has nothing to say to him, but posting on Weibo, isn't it just to tell that person, is she free now?

Fu Hanchuan stopped turning the phone, and swiped open the screen.

Flying fish, the last Weibo was two months ago, and the public service advertisement that was reposted did not talk about divorce.

That is deleted in seconds.

Fu Hanchuan's eyes flickered slightly, and he called back the phone.

Mo Feitong was sitting on the sofa sulking, when the phone suddenly rang.

He looked at the caller ID, swiped his finger and said angrily, "What are you doing?"

"What did she say?"

Mo Feitong was still immersed in shock, and said in a daze, "What did she say?"

Fu Hanchuan: "Her Weibo."

Mo Feitong: "Can't you read it yourself?"

Fu Hanchuan: "..."

Mo Feitong calmed down a bit, and exhaled, "I just said something like pulling out a thorn, saying it hurts, oh no, it doesn't hurt anymore."

There was another silence on the other end of the phone.

Mo Feitong couldn't help asking: "Young Master Fu, you're so good, why are you crazy, why did you really leave?"

He couldn't figure it out.

I still remember the last time, Fu Hanchuan locked himself here in pain, drank so much alcohol and almost passed away.

They both endured for so long, why did they suddenly let go.

Wasn't he angry that the little mute signed the divorce agreement on his own initiative and left her to hang out?
Mo Feitong thought of something and asked, "Is it related to Qi Lingyang?"

He gasped: "You don't really want to..."

At that time, I only thought that he had that kind of thought, and based on his feelings for the little mute, he would never really do that.

Could Feitong hold his breath in his chest, not daring to really think about that.

Just listening to the phone, the man was so calm that he heard a heinous voice.

He said: "Buli, my marriage with her is still in the continuation period, do I plant grass on my own head?"

Could it be that the same breath was so painful that his lungs hurt, and he yelled: "Fuck you crazy, Fu Hanchuan, are you still human!"

What kind of crime did the little mute do to be kicked around by these two brothers so calculatedly!
Fu Hanchuan's eardrums ached slightly, and he picked out his ears, with a cruel smile on his lips.

She thinks he's a thorn?

Fu Hanchuan cut off the phone and held the phone tightly, with bursts of pain in his palms.

When he looked at the pale moon...

Why is the moon so blurry tonight, as if it has sunk to the bottom of the water...

Listening to the beeping busy tone on the phone, Mo Feitong was so angry that he dropped the phone.

"I'm so mad, I haven't finished scolding yet!"

The mobile phone bounced on the sofa before slipping into the gap of the sofa. Mo Feitong grabbed the wine on the coffee table and drank it in one gulp, cursing at the mobile phone: "Fu Hanchuan, you will definitely regret it, you madman!"

Is the position of the heir so important? They have persisted until now, and they just separated like this. Crazy, crazy!

Mo Feitong scolded, thought of something, then dug out the phone from the gap in the sofa, picked it up and ran downstairs in a hurry.

……

This kind of day should be celebrated, to celebrate her return to freedom.

Holding a wine glass in one hand and a wine bottle in the other, Su Xiang sat on the balcony and poured himself a rare drink.

A pot of wine in the flower room, no blind date alone.

Toast Mingyue, and Yingying became three people.

She smiled bitterly, relieved, finally relieved.

She smiled and sipped the wine, a tear slipped from the corner of her eye, fell down her chin into the wine glass, and was sucked into her mouth together.

With the tip of his tongue against his teeth, Su Xiang lowered his head and giggled, more and more tears fell down, and the vibration of his arm made the wine glass shake.

Her eyes fell on the divorce certificate on the table.

Haven't you been waiting for this day to come? She is free. From now on, he will no longer be able to sneer at her, lose his temper by yelling at her, and the Fu family will no longer be able to sneer at her. .

She will never have to see them again.

She still has a lot of money...

This feeling is really refreshing, but why is it so mouthful in my heart, as if I dug a big piece.

Is there such a big room left by that thorn?
When the doorbell rang, Su Xiang stopped laughing and looked back.

She didn't care anymore, picked up the wine glass and drank it all in one gulp, and then poured it again with the wine bottle.

The doorbell rang again, and then it became a dense knock on the door, as if eager to break in.

Su Xiang took a deep breath, put the wine glass and bottle on the small table and stood up.

Today was probably her drinking day, and she was dizzy after drinking a glass of red wine.

Su Xiang shook his head, wiped his face carelessly, lifted his spirits, and walked to the door.

Fu Hanchuan, do you regret it?
Hmph, it's too late for you to regret it, you let me go, and I will never have anything to do with you again!
Su Xiang walked to the door and pulled it open, but the person in front of her made her freeze at the door.

It's not Fu Hanchuan, it's Su Run and Wei Lanxi!
Both Su Run and Wei Lanqian looked distraught, and Wei Lanqian screamed when she came up, "Su Xiang, are you crazy! You actually let Fu Hanchuan really divorce you!"

Su Xiang frowned and stretched her face. When she signed the divorce agreement, Mrs. Zhuo Ya also called them. Now that she is officially divorced, what are they called?

Su Run glared at Su Xiang with a dark face, and walked in.

"Su Xiang, are you really with that Qi Lingyang..." Su Run was so angry that he couldn't continue, and felt that his sister's cheating was ugly, so he poked his finger vigorously and said, "What does it have to do with that Qi Lingyang? Did Fu Hanchuan leave you cruelly?"

(End of this chapter)