Strong marriage lock: Fu Shao's dumb new wife

Chapter 124 Stuffing a handful of salt into her mouth
The bathtub is filled with a tub of hot water to soak away the soreness of the whole body.

Su Xiang lay in it until the water became warm and cool.

After he said it, these two words were not easy for her.

To her, the Fu family is a dragon's pond and a tiger's den; to the Fu family, she is a scourge that cannot be avoided.

She was bewitched by Fu Hanchuan just now, and she was put on bed by him in a moment of distraction, but as long as her mind is still clear, she will think about this issue again and again.

It's just Fu Ying...

Fu Hanchuan pinched her Achilles' heel, and Su Xiang rubbed her head to make her have a headache.

The water had completely cooled down, and he forgot to bring in his pajamas. Su Xiang took the towel on the towel rack and wrapped himself up first. When he walked out of the bathroom, he could smell a faint smell of smoke in the bedroom.

Fu Hanchuan sat on the sofa by the window, holding a half-burned cigarette between his slender fingertips, and crossed his legs to look at the thunderstorm outside the window.

With simple facial contours, deep eyes, and thin smoke spewing from his lips, he seemed to be in deep thought.

The black bathrobe was slightly loosened, revealing his strong chest, and a long leg was exposed. The man in thought had an unconscious charm.

The raindrops on the window pane were dense and urgent, and the water trickled down.

Coupled with the dim light in the room, sight, hearing, and smell, people's senses are bewitched by a new round at this moment.

Su Xiang pursed her lower lip and swallowed lightly. Feeling the coolness on her shoulders, she pulled her eyes away from him.

She first went to the closet to get her pajamas, opened it, and found that it was full of men's things, and there was nothing left of hers, not even a pair of underwear.

Su Xiang thought that Mother Song might have helped her tidy up the closet in the second bedroom, so she closed the door and was about to go there. When she turned around, her nose bumped against a wall.

Su Xiang stared at the man while clutching his sore nose, what was he doing standing behind her when he had nothing to do!
Fu Hanchuan's eyelids were half down, watching the little woman in front of her raise her hand, Su Xiang thought what he was going to do, and subconsciously leaned back.

There was a sound like a heh from the man's nose, and the corners of his lips raised a little mockingly. He put the cigarette butt between his thin lips, and then leaned towards Su Xiang.

Su Xiang's eyes widened, he didn't know what he was going to do, why was he still leaning on her while biting his cigarette, could it be that he wanted to brand her or something?

The man kept staring at her with slightly lowered eyes, seeing that her watery and clear eyes were full of doubts and... panic?
Fu Hanchuan didn't know why she showed such an expression, as if he was going to eat her. The problem was that he had already eaten her up before that.

The man's hand stretched out behind her, and there was a rustling sound behind her ears. He took a shirt from the hanger and stuffed it into her arms.

Su Xiang looked at the white men's shirt in his hand, blinked suspiciously, and then looked up at him.

The man stretched out his hand again and took down the cigarette butt dangling from his lips. He said, "Su Xiang, what do you think I want to do?"

Su Xiang grabbed the clothes with his fingers and raised his hands to gesture.

—I want to ask, why did you give me your shirt?
Fu Hanchuan coughed lightly, scratched the tip of his nose with the little finger of the hand holding the cigarette, and said uncomfortably: "Your clothes have been thrown away, you can wear mine first."

Su Xiang was stunned for a moment, what did he just say, throw away all her clothes?
Only then did she remember that something was wrong when she washed up just now.Now that I think about it, all the toothbrushes and towels she left here are gone.But those were consumables, she didn't use them for a long time, so he just took them and threw them away.

But he didn't keep any of her clothes, yet he still asked her to come back?

The shirt in her hand was wrinkled by her, Su Xiang endured it, and decided to go change the clothes first.

Coming out of the bathroom again, Su Xiang went straight to the door.

"Where are you going?" Fu Hanchuan thought she was going to sleep, but saw the little woman walking out with her white legs swinging.

His shirt was worn on her body, almost reaching her knees, and the long sleeves were folded a few times, reaching to her elbows. Fu Hanchuan's thick eyebrows were slightly raised, and the picture looked very good.

I didn't think it was a big deal when I saw her in a movie by chance before, but now I saw her wearing his clothes, and I felt...well, very comfortable.

Su Xiang let go of the hand on the doorknob, and turned his head to gesture.

—Go to sleep next door.

She only agreed to stay overnight. Could it be that he thought she would share the same bed with him again?

What happened before was a mistake, and she had to make sure she wouldn't make it again.

After Su Xiang made gestures, he turned the doorknob and went out.

Fu Hanchuan's startled little woman disappeared from his line of sight, took a puff on the cigarette butt, narrowed his eyes slightly, but didn't catch up again.

Sleep in a room each, and spend the rest of the night.

In the morning, with sleepy eyes, Su Xiang felt his nose itch and wanted to sneeze.

Su Xiang didn't hold back, he sneezed, and the little baby's giggling sounded in his ears.

Su Xiang opened his eyes and saw Fu Ying lying beside the bed, holding a small flower in his chubby little hand.

There were still raindrops from last night on the petals, and with a movement of his little hand, the water droplets slid down her face, it was cool and made her completely awake.

It's not a dream, it's really her baby bump.

The corners of Su Xiang's lips parted, and he lifted the little guy to the bed with both hands.

Fu Ying leaned on her body: "Ma Ma, Hua Hua."

He put the little flower picked by the roadside in her hair, smiled and bent his eyebrows, kissed her face with saliva, and said sweetly: "Ma Ma, beautiful..."

Su Xiang pinched his son's tender little face, the little guy's sweet mouth is definitely not like her, nor like Fu Hanchuan.

The Fu family would not be so coaxing.

--Who taught you this?
Fu Ying rubbed her face, and the little milk said in a sticky voice, "Sister Shadow."

Su Xiang frowned slightly, where did Sister Ying come from, probably he met him in some study class.

At this time, Fu Hanchuan stood at the door, looking at the mother and child who were intimately entwined inside, his eyes softened.

Su Xiang looked over, the man closed his eyes, and suddenly became that cold and noble Fu Hanchuan again.

He walked in, put a large bag of things in his hand beside her and said, "Get up, breakfast is going to be cold."

Su Xiang took the bag over and took a look. Besides the toiletries, there were several bottles of skin care products inside.

Early in the morning, probably at a 24-hour convenience store.

Su Xiang glanced at his back as he went out, and put his son down first, and went into the bathroom to wash up.

The little guy hadn't seen Su Xiang for a long time, and followed her in like an idiot.When Su Xiang brushed his teeth, he grabbed the corner of her clothes and shook her.

"Ma Ma, Ma Ma, when Ying grows up, he will also be Ma Ma..."

Su Xiang mouthed foam, and looked down at his son.

Even if it's Tong Yan Wuji, it's too weird to say that.

——Son, you are a boy, you cannot be a mother.

Who taught him this, is it also the shadow sister?

Fu Ying didn't care, and said in a childish voice: "There are long vacations for being Mama, and Baba has been working all the time. If there is no vacation, you can't play, so I will be Mama."

Although the little guy's words were messy, Su Xiang still understood.

Before she left Fu's house, she told him that she was on vacation, but now, Fu Ying thought she was on vacation.

Su Xiang wanted to laugh because of his son's innocence, but also wanted to cry because of his helplessness.

Su Xiang rinsed his mouth and watched the water wash away all the foam.

For some reason, the words Mrs. Zhuo Ya said to her suddenly appeared in her mind.

She said the child had no memory until the age of four.

Now, Fu Ying still remembers her, and seeing her is still a caring little baby who likes to cling to her, but as time goes by, he gradually becomes sensible, knows more and more people, and she is no longer his most important mother up.

Fu Hanchuan walked into the room with the new clothes sent by the boutique, and when he turned around and passed the bathroom, he saw Su Xiang staring at the sink in a daze, and said in a low voice, "What are you thinking about?"

The sudden man's voice brought Su Xiang back to her senses, she shook her head, splashed a handful of water on her face.

Fu Hanchuan glanced at her, and took his son out first.

After Su Xiang washed up, he saw a brand new set of skirts on the bed.Just now she seemed to hear voices outside, he should have sent someone over.

Changing clothes, going out to have breakfast, everything seems to be back in the past, the family eats around a table.

Fu Ying was used to eating by himself, but when he saw Su Xiang coming out, he acted like a baby and asked her to feed him.

Fu Hanchuan bought the breakfast on the way when he went to pick up Fu Ying. What was even more amazing was the crystal vase on the table with a bouquet of flowers on it.

Su Xiang thought that the flowers that Fu Ying gave her in the morning were picked by the roadside, but it turned out that they came from here.

Su Xiang glanced at Fu Hanchuan, the man drank the porridge gracefully without raising his eyes.

Su Xiang lowered his eyelids, and fed the cold lean meat porridge to his son.

At this moment, Fu Hanchuan wiped his mouth with a tissue and said, "You said earlier that you wanted to take him to the Strawberry Garden?"

He did remember.

Su Xiang nodded. She had already planned to pick strawberries first, and then make a birthday cake after dinner.

The man stood up and walked out of the room, and when he came out again, he saw that he was wearing casual clothes, Su Xiang was stunned for a moment, you know, he never wore casual clothes before, he always wore a neat suit with shiny leather shoes.

Fu Hanchuan looked at her: "Are you ready?"

Su Xiang's eyes widened slightly, today is not the weekend, isn't he going to the company?

Fu Hanchuan guessed what she was thinking from her expression, and said flatly, "Qiao Shen will handle it."

Just this simple sentence is considered to have answered Su Xiang's question.

But what Su Xiang didn't know was that after she went back to sleep in the second bedroom last night, Fu Hanchuan went to the study and made a fuss about today's affairs. Unless it was urgent, Qiao Shen could handle everything else.

In the strawberry garden, Su Xiang squatted in the field to pick strawberries. From time to time, he glanced at the man sitting in the shed drinking tea, and always felt that he was a little weird.

It's so strange that a person who is bored working in the study on Sundays is sitting in the countryside drinking tea and watching the scenery.

……

In Fu's Building, Mrs. Zhuo Ya attended the morning board meeting, and then went to Fu Hanchuan's office.

What he said to Chang Yan when he sent Fu Ying to the old house yesterday made her cry all night and said she was going back.

Early in the morning, the servant said that he had brought Fu Ying back without even showing his face.

I don't know what he's thinking, Chang Yan, a girl, let go of her reserve, all she thinks about is him, but he doesn't even look straight in the eye.

When Mrs. Zhuo Ya thought that the two of them hadn't made any progress for so many days, she felt angry.

However, in terms of marriage, her son seemed to have proposed to Lu Weiqi once a few years ago, and since then, he has never seen him take any initiative, and he is always lukewarm towards women.

Even the dumb was stuffed in, but it became a dog skin plaster that couldn't be shaken off, but fortunately it was finally shaken off.

But... It may not be that these few setbacks have made him lose interest in women, and that's why he has never had feelings for Chang Yan, right?

Or, still obsessed with that mute?

Thinking of this great possibility, Mrs. Zhuo Ya became even more angry.

Walking aggressively towards Fu Hanchuan's office, Qiao Shen saw Mrs. Zhuo Ya approaching, and hurriedly stepped forward and said, "Madam, are you here to see Mr. Fu?"

Mrs. Zhuo Ya said indifferently: "I didn't see him attend the meeting this morning, so he hasn't come to work yet?"

Although this meeting is not very important, he has just won a victory from Qi Lingyang, so he has to keep it up, and the company doesn't come, what is he doing!
Qiao Shen followed Fu Hanchuan's instructions, and said respectfully: "Mr. Fu has already explained all the work last night, and he said that he will not come to attend his friend's wedding today."

Mrs. Zhuo Ya frowned: "A wedding?"

Fu Hanchuan's friends are basically famous people in Beicheng. It's impossible that she didn't hear anything about it, but after all, it's the world of young people. Outside of Beicheng, there are other friends she doesn't know. Mrs. Zhuo Ya didn't Suspicious again, he turned and walked out.

After walking a few steps, she felt something was wrong again. He came to pick up Fu Ying early in the morning, just to attend a friend's wedding?
……

The more leisurely Fu Hanchuan was, the more unhappy Su Xiang was.

My heart is getting heavier and heavier, could it be that he said something about life and death, so is he sitting here waiting to die?

During the break, she walked over to drink water, and said in a voice: "You should go to work in the company, I can take Fu Ying with me."

The man glanced at her, and said coldly, "It's convenient for you to take my son and escape?"

Su Xiang was speechless, and said in a voice: "Who asked you to give Mother Song a holiday."

If Mother Song was around, he wouldn't bother him to keep an eye on it herself.

I don't know what he is thinking, and he still has the mood to stay here. According to his temper, even in the time of life and death, wouldn't he be able to fight his way out?
On the way back from Strawberry Garden, I had lunch at a Chinese restaurant. At noon, Su Xiang coaxed Fu Ying to sleep, and then started making cakes.

The dough is made before going out in the morning. Now it just needs to be taken out and kneaded, put in the oven, and then there are odd jobs such as whipping cream.

She was working in the kitchen alone, and Fu Hanchuan didn't know what he was doing in the living room.It was quiet outside, Su Xiang went to the door and looked out, the man in the living room was gone, Su Xiang probably went to work in the study again.

After a long time, Su Xiang finished more than half of her cake by herself, and when she was just short of the last step, she went to Fu Ying's room to wake him up.

When he opened the door of his room, Su Xiang was stunned.

Fu Hanchuan didn't know when he went in. The tall man slept on Fu Ying's small bed and was almost completely occupied by him. The little guy pouted his little butt and took her lipstick to smear his face.

He didn't even wake up.

Su Xiang opened his mouth, not knowing whether to wake him up or continue to let him fall asleep.

But... the corners of her lips curled up slightly, feeling that such a scene is very cute.

In the end, she still held back her laughter, went in lightly and carried her son out.

The little guy is so naughty, and he doesn't know when he got her lipstick.

Su Xiang nodded his little nose reproachfully, Fu Ying rolled his black eyeballs, not knowing that he had caused trouble, he held up her lipstick in his small hand, and enthusiastically painted it on her face.

Su Xiang's head flicked back, so she didn't want him to harm her face.

The cake was only about to be decorated with half-cut strawberries. Su Xiang’s teacher, Fu Ying, pasted the strawberries on the cream. The little guy was delighted to see it. Su Xiang was about to take a photo as a souvenir, when he saw the little guy’s head sank, his face Pounce on the cake.

Fortunately, Su Xiang was quick and grabbed his overalls in time, but the little guy's nose was still covered with cream, and a piece was dented in the middle of the cake.

Fu Hanchuan woke up and came out with a face on his face. When Su Xiang looked up and saw him, he couldn't help laughing.

He didn't think it was so funny when he fell asleep just now, but now he has a paralyzed face, coupled with the flaming red lips that Fu Ying painted for him, it made Su Xiang laugh so hard.

Fu Hanchuan frowned. What was this woman smiling about? He raised his hand to touch his face, and saw a touch of rouge on his fingertips, and immediately the veins on his forehead twitched.

This dead woman actually made fun of him on his face while he was sleeping!
However, he did sleep a little deeper today. He rarely took a nap in the past, but now he is more relaxed than before, and he didn't notice it at all.

Seeing the woman squatting on the ground with her stomach in her arms and laughing, Fu Hanchuan walked over, pinched a handful of salt in the salt jar, and when she opened her mouth, quickly stuffed her fingers into her mouth, Su Xiang immediately felt salty. I couldn't laugh anymore, my eyebrows and eyes were all huddled together, and I turned on the faucet to rinse my mouth with my tongue out.

The little guy who did something bad didn't know that his mother took the thunder for him, he just rolled on the ground laughing.

The man looked at Su Xiang's embarrassed look, and then went to the bathroom to wash his face with a proud face.

At this time, the doorbell rang twice. Su Xiang thought it was Mother Song who had come back, so she went to open the door. When she opened the door, she was stunned and couldn't help but took a step back.

Mrs. Zhuo Ya was even more astonished, she erected the thorns all over her body, and looked at Su Xiang as if facing a poisonous snake and beast: "Why are you here!"

This is the Fu family, who allowed her to come in!
Fu Hanchuan came out when he heard the voice from outside, and saw two women standing face to face, he said in a deep voice, "Su Xiang is here to celebrate Fu Ying's birthday."

Fu Ying looked at the angry Mrs. Zhuo Ya, and timidly called grandma.

"Grandma, cake."

The little guy took Mrs. Zhuo Ya's hand and walked towards the kitchen. There was a strawberry cake in the middle of the clean counter, and a candle that hadn't been lit yet.

"Cakes made by Ma Ma, even if you win."

Fu Ying tried his best to stand on tiptoe, put his small hands on the countertop, looked at the round cake with dark eyes, and his small face looked very excited.

Mrs. Zhuo Ya glared at Su Xiang, because of Fu Ying's sake, she didn't want to get angry at this time.

Su Xiang stood aside silently, without any expression.

Mrs. Zhuo Ya walked over and said, "Come out for me."

With that said, she walked out of the kitchen first, and Su Xiang followed.

Mrs. Zhuo Ya looked at Su Xiang, every word seemed to be bitten between her teeth, she said: "After this birthday, get out!"

"Don't hurt him again!"

It is self-evident who he is referring to.

What Mrs. Zhuo Ya was most afraid of was that Fu Hanchuan would provoke this woman back again. She really came here for whatever she was afraid of.

She looked at Fu Hanchuan with stern eyes, and scolded him: "You really healed the scar and forgot the pain, I am so disappointed!"

Mrs. Zhuo Ya had been cold and stiff all her life, and she had been stubborn all her life. At this moment, she looked at Fu Hanchuan with sternness, disappointment, and extreme sadness in her eyes.

For the first half of her life, she worked hard for his career for her husband, and for the second half of her life, she fought for his future for her son, but she suffered repeated betrayals.

Mrs. Zhuo Ya glanced at Fu Hanchuan in disappointment, then turned and left the room.

At this moment, her straight back was slightly bent, and she walked towards the elevator while holding on to one side of the wall, her sonorous footsteps became muffled and slow.

Fu Hanchuan watched his mother's figure gradually go away, clenched his drooping fingers, and furrowed his brows deeply.

Su Xiang glanced at him, turned around and walked silently to the kitchen.

In the elevator, Mrs. Zhuo Ya hadn't recovered from the blow.

She leaned hard on the armrest, the veins on the back of her hand bulging.

Actually, for that woman, he lied to her and didn't even go to the company...

Knowing sons is better than mothers, she vaguely guessed what Fu Hanchuan was going to do.

However, why did he suddenly change? Didn't he have made up his mind to push that woman to Qi Lingyang's side in order to regain his father's trust?

But for whatever reason...

A pair of fierce eyes were reflected on the bright steel plate, Mrs. Zhuo Ya took a deep breath, and a cold light flashed at the end of her eyes.

Because of Mrs. Zhuo Ya's sudden arrival, the last moment that should have been the happiest was greatly reduced.

Su Xiang brought out the cake and put it on the dining table, lit candles, played a happy birthday song, and ate the cake, everything turned into silent joy.

Su Xiang only smiled reluctantly at Fu Ying. After eating, she hugged her son on her lap and said in a voice: "Son, mom is not on vacation now. Mom is in school, and the teacher is very strict, so mom can't visit you often .”

Su Xiang had to tell another lie, and he didn't know when this lie would be exposed.

She looked up at Fu Hanchuan, and told him with silent eyes: You see, it's too difficult to come back...

When Su Xiang left, Fu Hanchuan didn't see her off. When she walked out the door, Fu Ying, who had just put her to sleep, ran out, crying and refusing to let her go.

For such a small child, he didn't care about anything, he only knew that he didn't want to be separated from his mother, Fu Hanchuan had to hug him forcibly, Su Xiang looked at his crying son, and could only turn around with tears in his heart.

After getting in the car, Su Xiang lay on the steering wheel and cried bitterly. The phone next to her rang again and again, but she didn't pick it up. When she had cried enough, the ringing had already stopped.

It wasn't until she returned to Chawan, washed and lay down to go to sleep, that she saw an unfamiliar call on her mobile phone and a message from this strange number.

(End of this chapter)