Strong marriage lock: Fu Shao's dumb new wife

Chapter 138 Some people look beautiful on the surface, but they don't even have a woman behind their backs
Mrs. Zhuo Ya took a look at Fu Hanchuan's unsmiling appearance. In the past few years, it was rare to see any smile on his face. He always had such a cold look.

She frowned and said, "Don't you still miss that woman?"

In a moment of excitement, Mrs. Zhuo Ya's voice couldn't help but raised: "In the past three years, Chang Yan has been by your side, and Chang Yan has been taking care of Fu Ying. There is hard work without credit, and you turn a blind eye to this?"

Only then did Fu Hanchuan's expressionless face fluctuate. He looked at her indifferently and said, "Mother, how did she leave, do you want me to tell?"

"I..." Mrs. Zhuo Ya blushed so hard that she couldn't speak for a moment. Fu Hanchuan didn't wait for her to say anything, turned around and walked into the room.

Mrs. Zhuo Ya was about to say a word, looking at her son's tall and straight back, she thought about it and swallowed it back.

After all, Chang Yan is still here, if the quarrel is not good, and the woman probably won't come back, there is no need to bring up the old things to make their mother-child relationship worse.

Fu Hanchuan walked into the living room with a sullen face. Fu Ying was fascinated by watching TV. As soon as Fu Hanchuan came in, he said, "I'm going back."

Fu Ying was thrown away from the game console today, and now he finally saw his favorite cartoon, his eyebrows frowned, his small face showed displeasure, and he muttered unwillingly: "It's almost over, watch it later Let's go."

Seeing Fu Hanchuan's increasingly serious face, Chang Yan persuaded in a low voice: "Fu Ying is leaving soon, your father is going to be angry."

Fu Ying glanced at it quietly. Although he was unhappy, he was still trembling in his heart. He only moved his buttocks slowly. After getting off the sofa, his buttocks were still stuck to the edge of the sofa, and he could drag it for a while.

For Fu Ying's careful thinking, Fu Hanchuan saw that it was right, and his voice became more serious: "Do you want me to say it again?"

Hearing Lao Tzu's low voice, Fu Ying curled his lips unhappily, and reluctantly went to carry his small schoolbag.

Chang Yan looked at the pitiful Fu Ying, and said, "It's rare that he finished his homework so early today, so let him finish reading it before leaving, and it's only a few minutes away."

Fu Hanchuan didn't talk to her, and waited for Fu Ying to walk over with his schoolbag on his back, and walked out of the house with long legs.

Song's mother didn't dare to say anything at this time. Seeing her husband leaving, she naturally followed closely.

Chang Yan also had no choice but to go out, and said to Mrs. Zhuo Ya who came in: "Then madam, I will go back first."

Mrs. Zhuo Ya smiled, and said gratifiedly: "Fortunately, you are taking care of this child. Look at his temper..."

As soon as Su Xiang left, Fu Ying lost his mother, and Fu Hanchuan was sullen all day long. The children who only had their fathers to take care of them tended to become weird.

So Mrs. Zhuo Ya hopes that the two of them can get married, so that Fu Hanchuan can have a woman by his side to take care of their father and son, and the Fu family also has a new wife, which is good for the Fu family. What did she think, Mrs. Zhuo Ya got upset when she thought about it, so she stopped thinking about it.

Chang Yan smiled and said, "Han Chuan is busy with work, I'm just looking for Fu Ying to play with when I have nothing to do."

Mrs. Zhuo Ya smiled lightly, nodded her head and said, "Fortunately, you are sensible, just wait patiently..."

She turned her head and looked at the father and son who were about to walk to the door: "Okay, you should go there quickly."

Chang Yan let out a "hmm", glanced at the man who had completely merged into the night, and followed closely.

The car stopped quietly at the door, Chang Yan got into the car, Fu Hanchuan ordered the driver to drive, and then continued to stare at the computer and started working.

Fu Ying folded his arms and pouted, still looking unhappy, Chang Yan teased him, glanced at Fu Hanchuan out of the corner of his eye and said, "Hanchuan, did you quarrel with Mrs. Zhuo Ya again today?"

"After this physical examination, Madam's heart is not very good, so it's better not to be angry with her anymore."

Fu Hanchuan's fingers paused, and he continued typing on the keyboard.

In the year that Su Xiang left, Fu Zhengnan took the position of the president of the chamber of commerce, shifted the focus of his work to the chamber of commerce, and handed over the power of the Fu family to Fu Hanchuan. He was busier and more serious than before.

The relationship with Mrs. Zhuo Ya has also been tense.

Chang Yan couldn't get his answer, so she didn't say anything else, and she didn't say anything else along the way. When she reached the gate of Chang's house, the car stopped. Chang Yan pushed the door, glanced at the man, and then got out of the car silently.

There was no farewell, and she was used to this pattern.

Chang Yan and Fu Ying said goodbye and walked into the house.

In the past three years, the Chang family's business has been successfully carried out in Beicheng. Chang Yi and his wife have been resident in Beicheng, and Chang Tingkuan and his wife occasionally come to visit.

In the past few days, Chang Tingkuan and his wife happened to be inspecting the business in Beicheng. Chang Yan saw her parents and sat in the middle of the old couple coquettishly: "Parents."

Chang Tingkuan glanced at his daughter-in-law and said, "Mom and Dad come here very rarely, so I won't go home early."

Yang Yanqing joked with a smile: "There is a saying that female college students are not allowed to stay."

Chang Yan blushed, and glared at her reproachfully: "Sister-in-law..."

When Chang Tingkuan heard this, he felt uncomfortable, but although he said that his daughter was going to marry off after all, after being with Fu Hanchuan for so long, there was no sign of that at all.

He said seriously to Chang Yan: "Chang Yan, what does the Fu family mean? It's been a few years since you followed him, and there's no explanation there."

In the eyes of the outside world, Chang Yan is Fu Hanchuan's girlfriend, the future Mrs. Fu of the Fu family, but she is not married after all, so it is of course distressed that her daughter follows her with no name or distinction.

Furthermore, Chang Yan's age is also getting older year by year, what if I wait another three to five years?
Mrs. Chang also saw her daughter's grievances in her eyes, and she said: "Yes, you are already 23. If you ask me, I am reluctant to take care of other people's children in your capacity, but I can't help you like it. I won’t say anything. But there must be a result, right?”

Three years ago, Chang Yan had been living in the Fu family's old house, but she suddenly returned home. The Chang family saw this situation and understood something. Most likely, the marriage was unsuccessful.However, Chang Tingkuan was furious when his beloved daughter came back after being wronged, but Chang Yan cried and persuaded her not to have conflicts with the Fu family because of her relationship.

Later, when I heard that the woman had left, Fu Hanchuan's son fell ill. Chang Yan looked at the poor child and helped take care of it.

Chang Yan smiled and said coquettishly: "Look at what you said, I'm only 23, why did I get married so early. Besides, I'm friends with Fu Ying, and I have nothing to do with Fu Hanchuan."

Chang Yi came down from upstairs, and when he heard Chang Yan's words, he snorted coldly and said, "You're still dead. If that child wasn't Fu Hanchuan's son, how could you like it so much?"

Chang Yan's stupidity is just deceiving herself, who doesn't know what's on her mind.

Chang Yan couldn't say that Fu Hanchuan had never accepted her at all, she stood up and said, "I just don't want to get married yet, all of you seem to want me to get married soon."

"Okay, don't force her any more, she's blushing." Yang Yanqing was an experienced person, so she didn't know what she was thinking.

When a woman falls in love with a man, it is very brave if she muster up the courage to chase after him, but once she pokes her sore spot, it is very painful to endure the pain and force herself to support her dignity.

Chang Yan glared at them and walked upstairs. As soon as the door was closed, her back leaned against the door panel, feeling a faint pain in her heart.

Ever since she fell in love with Fu Hanchuan, her heart has never stopped, and her heartache has never stopped.

If Fu Hanchuan proposed to her, of course she would agree, and she would go crazy with joy, but...

But the saddest thing in this world is that she loves him, but he loves someone else.

When Mrs. Zhuo Ya was talking to him, she heard that he still couldn't forget that woman. It's been three years, even if he still thinks about her, the feeling has faded a bit, right?
Didn't it say that time is the best fading agent?

No matter how strong the color is, it will fade, and it will gradually fade...

Chang Yan squeezed her fingers, walked to the bookshelf, picked up a photo frame, and stroked it gently with her fingers.

The photo above is of Fu Hanchuan, Fu Ying, and her "group photo".

It was taken when Fu Ying graduated from kindergarten together. Although it was just a candid angle, she was very satisfied.

……

After sending Chang Yan back to Chang's house, the car headed towards Guhua Road.As the car passed the small park, Fu Hanchuan glanced out the window.

The sky was gloomy, but the lights in the small park were on, and the facilities inside looked a little old after being weathered by Feng Shui and rain.

It's not yet snowing in Beicheng, but there are a lot of fallen leaves on the ground, and there are the last insects singing in late autumn under the fallen leaves.

The wheels ran over the road and quickly left the small park behind.

When he got home, Fu Ying threw off his shoes and ran barefoot to the living room. He wanted to watch cartoons.

Fu Hanchuan glanced at him, and entered the study with his laptop in hand. Fu Ying glanced at him, jumped off the sofa and quietly opened the door of the study.

In the study room, only the lamp on the table was turned on. Fu Hanchuan stared at the computer with a stern face, without raising his eyes. The sound of typing on the keyboard followed his voice: "Go take a shower if you don't watch TV." sleep."

Fu Ying came in, crawled on his knees and said, "Father, they said that Aunt Chang will be my little mother in the future. Is it true?"

Fu Hanchuan frowned, looked down at his son and said, "Who said that?"

Fu Ying frowned tightly: "Many people are talking about it."

Mrs. Zhuo Ya often takes Fu Ying out to parties, so it's not surprising to hear such words.

Fu Ying heard that his father didn't answer him, and said again: "Dad, she is fine to be an aunt, but not suitable to be a young mother. You can't marry her."

Fu Hanchuan listened to his seriousness, but wanted to tease him: "Then what do you think?"

"You are too old, this is called an old cow eating young grass."

As soon as he finished speaking, Fu Ying was carried by Lao Tzu and dropped on his knees: "Stinky boy."

Even if he has no intention of Chang Yan, men still care about their age.

Fu Ying groaned: "It was originally."

Anyway, he just couldn't get married.

Fu Hanchuan glanced at his son, knowing what he was thinking, he suddenly said: "Your mother is coming back soon."

Fu Ying's eyes suddenly opened round and round, as if he was frightened, and the whole little person stood there tense.

Afterwards, he yelled loudly: "I don't want to know if she comes back or not!"

He turned around and ran out, slamming the door with a bang, very angry.

Fu Hanchuan breathed out lightly, looked away, touched a pack of cigarettes from the drawer, and smoked one between his thin lips, the lighter dinged, the flame came on, and the curl of smoke rose up.

There are some things that cannot be explained clearly to a child. In Fu Ying's eyes, he is a child abandoned by his mother.

Fu Hanchuan squinted his eyes slightly, looking at the photo saved in his mobile phone, his eyes were dark.

Su Xiang, when you see Fu Ying, let's see how you explain it to him.

In the light, a corner of the drawer shimmered.

Fu Hanchuan flicked the cigarette ash, glanced casually, saw the things in the drawer, and took them out.

It was a pink diamond ring, which was delivered by courier before Su Xiang left.

Fu Hanchuan held the ring and played with his fingertips. Every facet of the diamond cut shone with light under the light.

At this time, the phone suddenly switched to the caller ID, and the ringtone rang in the quiet study room. With a swipe of the finger, a low voice rang out from the connected phone: "Mr. Fu, are you coming tonight for a nightlife?" ?”

Fu Hanchuan sneered, hung up the phone, pushed away the chair and stood up...

……

Qi's old house.

As soon as Qi Haipeng urged the marriage, Su Xiang's smile became forced.

She said: "Uncle Qi, I haven't settled everything yet. I have to find some answers, otherwise I can't feel at ease. Before that... I hope you can understand."

Qi Haipeng frowned slightly, he glanced at Qi Lingyang and said, "Have you found any clues yet?"

Qi Lingyang said: "Su Run sold the company and hid in Japan. Su Xiang came back this time to see if he could find some clues from those old friends of Su Mingdong."

"Hmm..." Qi Haipeng nodded with sullen brows, he looked at Su Xiang and said, "That's the only way to go."

"But decades have passed, you have to be prepared, you may not be able to find it."

Su Xiang smiled and said, "Should find the answer."

Qi Haipeng glanced at her and said nothing more.After having dinner together, Su Xiang played with Pearl downstairs, and Qi Haipeng called Qi Lingyang into the study.

After the door closed, Qi Haipeng sat down on the sofa, pointed to the other side and said, "You sit too."

"Thank you, father." Qi Lingyang sat down opposite him, and the two of them felt like father and son only in the past two years.

Since the incident two years ago, Qi Haipeng quit smoking and drinking. He pressed the automatic water boiling button on the tea tray, and there was a rustling sound of boiling water immediately.

He leaned back on the soft leather sofa, looked at Qi Lingyang and said, "It seems that she still doesn't want to marry you much?"

Qi Lingyang said: "She just wasn't sure until she got an accurate result, and didn't want to bring trouble to the Qi family."

Qi Haipeng glanced at him, silly boy.

He sighed softly and said, "I'm old. I've been exhausted for the past two years. I don't know how long I can last. You have to hurry up and help me. You married her, and it's over. You can concentrate your mind on something.”

The water boiled, Qi Lingyang picked up the kettle and poured tea, he said: "Isn't this just going to come to Qi's to work, can it last for a few days?"

Qi Haipeng held his teacup and glared at him: "I'm worried that you'll keep making excuses, but you'll push me away indefinitely when you promise."

"Isn't this already back..."

The father and son talked for a while in the study room, and when they came down, Su Xiangwo had already fallen asleep on the sofa, with little Pearl nestled in her arms, saliva dripping from her little mouth, and her skirt was wetted by her beach.

The servants covered them with a blanket, and they didn't dare to disturb them, and they walked lightly.

Qi Lingyang looked at the scene of the mother and daughter sleeping, his eyes softened, and he walked over lightly, touching Su Xiang's face with his fingers.

Su Xiang woke up vaguely, and saw Qi Lingyang standing in front of her smiling at him.

"All the saliva remains."

Su Xiang wiped the corners of his mouth subconsciously, rubbed his eyes with sleepy eyes, his voice was hoarse than usual: "Are you going back?"

Qi Lingyang gave a "hmm", picked up the small cloak on the armrest and wrapped it around Pearl, carefully hugged her, Su Xiang took the coat brought by the servant and put it on.

The two said goodbye to Qi Haipeng together. In the car, Qi Lingyang held Su Xiang's fingers, especially squeezed her ring finger hard.

Su Xiang was in pain, and turned to look at him: "What's wrong?"

Qi Lingyang grabbed her little hand and played with it in his palm. He watched her long, white fingers put on his lips and kissed her: "I want to hold your hand like this forever."

Su Xiang smiled, spat at him and said, "Nummy."

She wasn't used to such a straightforward confession, and Qi Lingyang clenched her little hand even tighter and said, "Then you just have to get used to it."

He stared at her with fiery eyes: "Su Xiang, it would be great if you could marry me sooner, and my heart would be more stable."

"Otherwise, I'm always afraid of losing you again."

Su Xiang pursed her lips, and when she was about to speak, Qi Lingyang interrupted her: "I know what you are worried about..."

Looking at Su Xiang's calm eyes, he paused, took a step back and said, "Forget it, I can't do anything about you if you insist. But you must not forget that you are going to marry me."

His expression was very serious, and he held her hand, took out a ring from his pocket, and slowly put it on her ring finger.

Bright diamonds shimmered in the carriage.

Su Xiang was startled, and stared at Qi Lingyang blankly.

Qi Lingyang looked at the hand and said with a slight smile, "miniature handcuffs."

Su Xiang smiled, pulled back his hand and put the ring under his eyelids and said, "It looks so precious."

"It's quite expensive, and it took me several months." It was designed by himself.

The car drove forward slowly, bright lights cut through the night...

After taking a bath, Su Xiang habitually turned on the computer, and the files were all photos of Fu Ying, from birth to when he was three years old.

When she saw the last one, all those photo memories could still come to mind.

Qi Lingyang saw that the door of her room was ajar and the light was shining through, so he knocked on the door and walked in.

Su Xiang didn't look back, and said quietly: "I don't know what he looks like now."

Looking at the photo on the screen, he said: "You watch it every night, why don't you contact him. I remember you said that you taught him how to use video."

Su Xiang shook his head: "I can't get in touch."

Later, she thought it would be okay if she couldn't get in touch. She was afraid that she would run back when she saw Fu Ying.

At that time, she was not ready yet, nor was it time to come back and face it.

"Forget it, I'm back now, and I'll see him soon."

……

1988.

The car stopped at the door, Fu Hanchuan entered, and the lobby on the first floor was bustling.The game consoles around are still there, and a few playboys put their arms around a woman to show off their girls.

Fu Hanchuan went straight through the feasting lights, took the elevator up to the top floor.

If there is a large space, only Pei Xian and Mo Fei are there.

Mo Feitong was playing with the claw machine there. There were already several piled up next to him. When he heard the footsteps, he didn't turn his head. He grabbed the wine glass on the side and took a sip, his face seemed to be even uglier.

Pei Xian sat on the sofa leisurely with a red wine glass in his hand, watching him play with the computer, turned his head and glanced at Fu Hanchuan, and said two words: "Come here?"

"Ah."

Fu Hanchuan picked a bottle of beer from the wine rack and sat down on Pei Xian's diagonal sofa. He tapped the bottle on the corner of the coffee table, and delicate foam gushed out. He took a sip and looked at the large and quiet space Said: "This is your night life?"

Now Fu Hanchuan can be said to have completely inherited the Fu family and became the helmsman, so he is no longer the former Young Master Fu. Pei Xian then jokingly called him Mr. Fu, Lord Fu, whatever he liked.

Firstly, Fu Hanchuan is busier than before and has no time. Secondly, a single man has to take care of his son, so there is even less nightlife. Thirdly, is it possible that Fu Hanchuan is still blaming Su Xiang for leaving? The rift between the two is still unresolved. , 1988 has rarely come here.

Thanks to Pei Xian who is still circling around and barely maintaining the brotherhood, otherwise the Three Musketeers would have dispersed long ago.

At this time, there was a loud bang, and the two turned their heads to look at Mo Feitong.

Mo Feitong tapped the confirmation button heavily, grabbed a little doll with his paws, and the surrounding lights immediately lit up to express his congratulations.

Mo Feitong grabbed the doll's neck, walked casually to the edge of the sofa and sat down.

Pei Xian glanced at him, then turned to Fu Hanchuan and said, "Is there any news about Su Xiang?"

Out of the corner of the eye, Mo Feitong seemed to prick up his ears.

Fu Hanchuan said indifferently: "No."

Pei Xian raised her eyebrows: "It's a skill to be able to hide from under your nose so that no one can find it."

Mo Feitong slumped on the sofa lazily, grabbed the rabbit's two long ears, tied them in a knot, and then unwrapped them again, repeating this several times, as if he just had nothing to do and was looking for something to do.

But that mouth just kept shut.

After a few words, they fell into silence, drinking each other, looking for tranquility in the aftertaste of alcohol.

Pei Xian looked at the cold face, the two of them didn't even make eye contact, suddenly laughed and said, "The three of us..."

"What?" Mo Feitong said to save face.

Pei Xian said: "The three of us, did we agree?"

Fu Hanchuan took a sip of wine: "Which sentence?"

"Some people look beautiful on the surface, but they don't even have a woman behind their backs."

"..."

There was a moment of silence, and there was no one to talk to.

Pei Xian and Qiao Ying were so bored two years ago that everyone was angry with each other, but suddenly their relationship changed and they broke up.

That's why he drank red wine.Before Qiao Ying was in charge, he couldn't drink too much, but now it doesn't matter how much he drinks.

On the contrary, Fu Hanchuan, because of Su Xiang's departure, no longer came home drunk for the sake of his son. No matter what, his majestic and strict father image had to be maintained.

Mo Feitong put aside the plush rabbit in his hand, took a sip from the wine glass on the coffee table.

When he bent down, something fell out of his pocket, and Pei Xian picked it up first: "What is it?"

A red cardboard sticker with the words "Invitation Letter" written in gold on it.

Mo Feitong glanced at it and said, "Invitation letter for this year's Furui Charity Gala."

Every year at the end of October, when winter comes, Beicheng will hold a charity gala. The initiator is a well-known radio host. She uses her influence to call for it. It has been held for ten years.

At this time of year, celebrities from all over the country would come to Beicheng to attend the banquet, in order to really do some charity work, or take the opportunity to show their faces, or take the opportunity to build some relationships.

In any case, being invited to this banquet is also a status symbol.

Pei Xian opened it with no interest and looked at it, because he would receive it every year, so there was nothing new about it.

When his assistant delivered the invitation letter, he placed it on the table casually.

"Huh?" Seeing the words inside, he suddenly let out a strange sound, held the invitation letter close to his face and looked again.

When Mo Feitong received the invitation letter, he stuffed it in his pocket casually, and without looking at it carefully, he craned his neck to take a look: "What's wrong?"

Pei Xian said: "This year's Furui Charity is jointly organized with the Disabled Persons' Federation."

In the past, Furui Charity has been held alone, and has never been co-organized with others, especially the Disabled Persons' Federation.

Mo Feitong also became curious, took the invitation letter from Pei Xian, and read it as if confirming it.

He looked up at Pei Xian, and when he saw the broken characters, he thought of Su Xiang for some reason.

She was dumb, and they had laughed at her before, for she was weak and strong, and she was firmly in the name of Mrs. Fu Hanchuan.

The two looked at each other, and Pei Xian looked at Fu Hanchuan: "Did you receive it?"

Fu Hanchuan frowned. Like Pei Xian and the others, he just put it aside when he received it.

Mo Feitong put away the invitation letter again, and said: "Jointly hold it, let's hold it together. It's better to change the tricks and make it more fresh, otherwise the bosses will get tired of watching it, and who will donate money?"

But this time, he didn't put it away casually, but deliberately put it in the inner pocket of his suit, pressing his palm on his chest.

Fu Hanchuan lowered his eyes slightly, a light suddenly flashed in his dark eyes, and he slowly pinched his fingers.

She just entered Beicheng, is it... related to this?
If so, that is to say, she will appear on such a grand occasion?
Fu Hanchuan only drank a bottle of beer in 1988 and went back.

Fu Ying was already asleep, but when Fu Hanchuan turned off the lights and went to sleep, the doorknob of the bedroom was quietly opened, and a small figure crawled lightly onto the bed...

(End of this chapter)