Strong marriage lock: Fu Shao's dumb new wife

Chapter 147 Grass Ring Erhu
Mother Song froze for a moment, why did she ask the question about yew properly?

She glanced at the flower stand, pointed to the three young saplings connected together and said, "Here, that's it."

Fu Ying looked there, took a few steps forward, and grabbed a few thin leaves with his little hands.

"This tree is ugly."

What are you talking about planting a tree for him, and you end up buying such an ugly tree, hum!
Fu Ying only glanced at it, then turned around and walked back.

Song's mother glanced at his back, and then looked at the trees on the flower stand. Why is this child so awkward today?

However, when I think of it, I bought these trees when my wife was there.

Mother Song saw that the soil was a little dry, so she went over and poured some water.

Fu Hanchuan came back a bit late at night, Fu Ying finished his work last night, and was tinkering with things while watching TV in the living room. The carpet under the sofa was full of his things.

Fu Hanchuan ate dinner alone, and Song's mother brought out the other dishes, and said in a rambling manner: "The young master has already eaten, but today he may not have an appetite, so he didn't eat a few bites."

"Sir, do you want to ask him to come over for a few more bites?"

Fu Hanchuan looked up at the living room, and asked, "What did he do today?"

"I didn't do anything, I just looked uninspired. Maybe I was unhappy with my classmates at school."

These are the original words of Teacher Wu, and Mother Song followed suit.

At this time, Fu Ying walked over with the plane in his arms, and said to Fu Hanchuan, "Dad, can you unscrew this for me?"

The little guy held the plane up and pointed at the propeller.

Fu Hanchuan took a look and recognized that it was a birthday present from Su Xiang to Fu Ying.His eyes moved slightly, and he said lightly: "Why do you repair it if it's broken?"

Fu Ying lowered his head to prevent his father from seeing what he was thinking. He pushed the propeller with his fingers and said, "I want to play."

"Don't you have another plane?"

Fu Ying was blocked by the question all of a sudden, and said bravely: "But I just want to play this."

Fu Hanchuan pursed his lips and stared at him, the little guy's eyes flickered, he turned around and was about to leave: "Forget it, I don't want you to do it."

Before he ran away, Fu Hanchuan grabbed his arm and said, "Mama Song said you haven't eaten, so sit down and eat."

Fu Ying looked up at him: "But I'm full."

Fu Hanchuan ignored his "but", and ordered Mother Song to get another pair of bowls and chopsticks. Fu Ying had no choice but to put the plane on the table first, and then held the bowl, looking at Fu Hanchuan from the edge of the bowl: "Dad, actually You want me to eat with you, don't you?"

Eating alone is boring. Dad must be bored eating.

Fu Hanchuan glared at him: "Where is there so much nonsense. Eat, don't talk anymore."

Fu Ying twitched his small mouth and pulled the rice into his mouth, still thinking about the tofu that he didn't eat at noon.

After dinner, Fu Hanchuan habitually walked to the study. Fu Ying hugged the plane and followed behind him. When Fu Hanchuan was about to close the door, the little guy looked at him eagerly: "Dad, help me fix it."

Fu Hanchuan glanced at the dilapidated plane, the wheels on the site were still covered with mud.

He let out a deep breath, held it up with one hand, put his fingers on the propeller and turned it vigorously, and the propeller started whirring, but stopped within a few seconds.

He took the plane and didn't go back into the study. He went to the living room outside and sat down on the sofa. Fu Ying knelt by his lap and stretched his neck to look at him: "Dad, can it be fixed?"

"Go get the screwdriver."

As soon as the little guy heard this, he immediately ran to find Song Mama for something.

After a while, the little guy ran over holding a screwdriver: "Dad."

Fu Hanchuan took the screwdriver, looked up, down, left, and right, found a joint and screwed it up. Fu Ying pouted and looked at it carefully, and carefully placed every part he removed on the carpet.

Fu Hanchuan squinted at him and asked, "Did you fight at school today?"

Fu Ying grabbed the removed door buckle on his fingers and said, "I didn't fight."

Fu Hanchuan handed him another piece of parts, and Fu Ying took it over. Fu Hanchuan said: "Mr. Wu said you are in a bad mood today, what's the matter?"

Fu Ying's small mouth shut tightly.

They didn't let him know that that person came to him and was discussing it secretly outside, so he didn't tell them that he had already met that person.

"Huh? Why didn't you say it?"

Fu Ying stood up: "Oh, I'm tired."

"Mother Song, Mother Song, I want to take a bath." The little guy put the things on the carpet and ran away in a hurry.

Fu Hanchuan looked down at the fragments on the ground, and looked in the direction where the little guy ran away, his expression became darker.

Fu Ying must have met Su Xiang.

The corners of his lips twitched slightly, and he looked at the remaining half of the plane shell in his hand, so that he could meet her...

……

Xiangyuan.

After Su Xiang came back from school, she was always depressed. She was locked up in the studio for a long time, and the servants didn't dare to go in to disturb her.

When Qi Lingyang came back, Zhang Ma said something, and Qi Lingyang said, "I'll go and have a look."

He knocked on the door, but there was no movement inside, so he pushed it away.

Su Xiang was sitting on the chair in a daze, when Pearl saw him coming in, she threw away the paintbrush and ran over: "Ba..."

Qi Lingyang picked her up, kissed her and then turned to look at Su Xiang.

She didn't respond at all, her thin body was nestled in the chair, motionless.

The room was filled with her low mood, even Little Pearl could feel it, and the color of the painting on the piece of paper was gray.

Qi Lingyang shook the pearl in his arms: "What did mom do this afternoon?"

Little Pearl pointed at Su Xiang: "Ma Ma..."

She pouted and made an unhappy expression, then nestled on his chest, expressing that she was not happy either.

Qi Lingyang patted to appease, walked to the door and called Zhang Ma: "Look at the young lady for a while, and give her some juice first."

"Yes, sir." Zhang Ma took the child, and Qi Lingyang came back.

He turned Su Xiang's swivel chair around, looked into her eyes and asked, "Did you see Fu Ying?"

Mama Zhang told him before that the tofu in the bento box she brought back was covered with dust, as if it had been overturned.

Su Xiang raised his eyes, his eyes were red and his face was pale, as if he had been hit hard.

Qi Lingyang touched the corner of her eye and said, "I guess."

"Is it because the child refuses to recognize you?"

Su Xiang rubbed his face with his hands, and said dejectedly, "How do you know?"

Qi Lingyang smiled lightly, and held her hands in his palms.He said: "From my personal experience, it is really difficult to accept a person who has abandoned himself."

Su Xiang became anxious all of a sudden: "I didn't..."

"I know you don't, and you know you don't. But Su Xiang, you haven't met each other in the past few years. You don't know how the people around him will explain to him why you left him."

Su Xiang opened his mouth and fell silent.

Of course she thought about it before.

But when she faced it for real, she found that it was really hard for her to bear it.

Every time I think of Fu Ying's hateful eyes towards her, my heart feels like a knife cuts me.

Qi Lingyang sighed softly, pulled her up, walked to a group of resting sofas by the wall, pressed her shoulders to let her sit down, and then poured a glass of water for her.

"Didn't you drink much water today?"

Su Xiang licked his dry lips, took a sip from the cup.

Qi Lingyang sat down next to her and said, "Let's not talk about anything else. When you left Fu's house, he felt a sense of uneasiness in his heart. After the next three years, you didn't show up again. Of course he would." Thought you didn't want him anymore."

Su Xiang silently clutched his water glass, thinking of Fu Ying's last birthday, the little guy was so happy.

And when she left, she was so embarrassed that she didn't even dare to say goodbye.

Qi Lingyang rubbed her hair comfortingly: "He is still a child, you have to give him time to take his time."

"At least, you've seen him."

"And...the time between you and him is not too long, and many things can still be made up."

Su Xiang silently nodded: "I know..."

She looked up at him: "Ling Yang, when Fu Zhengnan came to you, how long did it take you to accept him?"

Qi Lingyang stared at the opposite wall in a daze. After a while, he avoided the question and said, "Su Xiang, in fact, I don't have too much obsession with regard to the matter of parental affection."

He grew up alone in the Qi family, and when he became an adult, Fu Zhengnan came to look for him, not for the sake of finding his son who was living abroad, but for the benefit of the Fu family.

For him, what should he care about such family affection?
He turned his head, took Su Xiang's hand and put it in his palm, and said, "You are different from them. You and Fu Ying were forced to separate. You have never stopped thinking about him."

He looked at Su Xiang, and in his quiet eyes was her light and gentle look.

He said: "Su Xiang, I don't have a deep obsession with the relationship between my parents, but for you..."

He squeezed her fingers tightly, and Su Xiang lowered his head to see him hold his hand tightly in his palm.

She opened her mouth and was about to say something when Qi Lingyang let go of her hand. He smiled at her and said, "Okay, I've been on my own for so long, I should be hungry, so go out for dinner first. Only when you have enough energy will you have the strength to fight a war of attrition with him."

He pushed her towards the door, with his palm on her back, his gaze fell.

He doesn't care about other things, family affection, money, he doesn't care, only her is the obsession he wants.

All he wanted was a home with her.

Being robbed once, he understands that feeling too well, so this time, he will definitely not be robbed so easily again!
……

the next day.

When it was close to noon, Su Xiang took time out and made another Japanese tofu and sent it to school.

This time the security guard looked at the bento box she handed over, his expression still not so good-looking, but this time he took it, registered the class name like other parents, and called the students to pick it up at lunch time.

In the school cafeteria, Fu Ying opened the lid of the bento box, and inside was steaming tofu. The little guy sat there sullenly facing the tofu.

Another little boy at the table opposite him was also opening his lunch box, glanced at Fu Ying's, and asked in a strange voice, "Fu Ying, who sent you here?"

"You don't have a mother to bring you food, is it your little stepmother?"

Chang Yan often came to pick Fu Ying up from school, many people had seen her, and the children in the class thought she was Fu Ying's stepmother.

Fu Ying was annoyed all of a sudden, stood up and overturned the boy's lunch box on the ground: "You don't have a mother!"

The boy looked at the messy food and glared at Fu Ying angrily: "You knocked over my lunch, I'm going to tell the teacher!"

Fu Ying is like a little bully in the class, and he dare not go up to fight with him if he is provoked.And if the teacher finds out about fighting at school, he will be fined to sweep the classroom.

Fu Ying snorted: "Go, go, I'm not afraid of you, sue the ghost!"

Fu Ying has been sued by his classmates a lot, and he is not afraid of tickles when he has too many lice, and the teacher didn't do anything to him.

The boy was stared at by the eyes from around him, snorted heavily, and muttered: "I don't want the bento, but I will definitely tell the teacher."

However, he picked up the lunch distributed by the school and ate it at another table, and no one picked up the bento box on the ground.

When Fu Ying lost his temper, all the children around silently changed seats with their lunch boxes.There was only Fu Ying left alone occupying a four-person table.

Lian Liang led his lunch box from the window to the big restaurant, only Fu Ying's table was the most conspicuous.

She walked over: "Fu Ying, can I sit down?"

The little boy whose bento box was thrown over said loudly to her: "Lian Liang, don't sit with him, he will overturn your lunch."

Fu Ying gripped his chopsticks tightly, obviously getting more angry.

Lian Liang turned his head and glanced at them, sat down diagonally across from Fu Ying, and ate silently.

Fu Ying glanced at her, Lian Liang had food in his mouth, and said indistinctly, "Are you going to drive me away?"

Fu Ying pushed the bento box in front of him forward, and Lian Liang took a look at the tofu inside, but he was not polite to him, he dug a spoonful and chewed it in his mouth, his eyes lit up: "Wow, Fu Ying , this is delicious."

Fu Ying ate a spoonful himself, but his head was lowered, as if he didn't want others to see his expression.

He felt that this taste was a little bit delicious.

For the following lunch, the two children even finished their soup and rice.

During the lunch break, Fu Ying was sitting under a pine tree with his chin propped in a daze. Lian Liang walked over and handed him a bottle of Wahaha.

"You invite me to eat the rice cooked by your mother, and I invite you to drink yogurt."

Fu Ying was startled, and said fiercely: "Who said my mother did it!"

Lian Liang glanced at him and gave him an expression of "I knew it". She sat down, pierced the tinfoil with a straw, and said, "The one who came yesterday is actually your mother, right?"

Fu Ying snorted, Lian Liang saw that he was holding on to the yogurt and refused to drink it, so he gave him his own, took his again, pierced the tin foil again, took a sip, and narrowed his eyes in satisfaction.

She said: "I saw you crying, so she must be your mother."

Fu Ying sucked on the yogurt and grabbed the withered grass on the lawn, neither admitting nor denying it.

Lian Liang sighed softly: "Your mother came to look for you, that's all right."

"I don't even know who my mother is." The little girl twirled a blade of grass in her fingertips as she talked about her sadness to outsiders for the first time.

Fu Ying looked at her in astonishment: "Don't you have a mother?"

That day, her mother also treated him to KFC.

Lian Liang said: "I was brought here by her, but she is still my mother."

Fu Ying's small mouth opened into an "O" shape, but the little girl laughed, her eyebrows curved: "My mother is very good to me, so I am not unhappy."

"Don't look at me like that."

The yogurt was sandwiched between her knees, and the little girl could drink it as soon as she lowered her head, which freed her hands.

She plucked two stalks of dogtail grass that grew under the pine tree, made a circle respectively, inserted the two grass poles in the circle, and pulled it like pulling an erhu.

"Look, this is Erhu, isn't it fun?"

Fu Ying looked at her, thinking that two grasses could play so happily, he thought she was a little silly.

But the little girl handed him the grass erhu and said, "Give it to your mother, thank her for inviting me to dinner."

Fu Ying was holding the grass, and the little girl said, "Don't be angry with her, there must be a reason for her to leave you."

As soon as he talked about the reason, Fu Ying remembered what he saw in an educational institution. She was holding another child and sending her to class!

He threw the straw erhu on the ground, and snorted heavily: "She has other children, so I don't want to forgive her!"

The little guy got up and ran away quickly.

After school that day, Su Xiang sat in the car and watched Fu Ying being picked up by the Fu family.There was no lunch box in his hand, so her eyes sank.

When the parents were almost gone, she walked to the security room and said, "Master, please return the bento I sent you."

The security guard glanced at her, turned around and handed the box to her through the window.

Su Xiang was already prepared in her heart. When she held the box in her hand, she frowned slightly, and then relaxed her eyebrows.

She opened the lid of the box, which had been washed and contained two grass rings joined together.

Facing the bento box with the grass ring, Su Xiang wanted to cry and laugh at the same moment.

……

After going back, Su Xiang treasured the grass ring that Fu Ying gave her in a box. For the next few days, she delivered lunch to the school, changing the pattern every day, and took it back at night. Sometimes, the lunch boxes are empty.

On Saturday, when the school was on holiday, Su Xiang felt empty and lacked energy all day long. Fortunately, she still remembered to make an appointment with Zhenyuan.

In the evening, she packed the prepared Japanese tofu and drove there by herself.

Qi Lingyang had just taken up the post at Qi's, and during this time he became very busy, often working overtime, not to mention, the lights in the study at home didn't turn off until midnight.

He was worried that Su Xiang would go there alone, so he called from the company: "I'd better go there with you, just wait a bit."

Su Xiang paid attention to the road conditions, and said, "No need, they also run restaurants, so nothing will happen."

"And I just went to ask some questions, not to kick the gym."

At this time, Qi Lingyang was in the corridor of the meeting room. He took a look inside and saw that the meeting room was full of people.He said, "Well, call me if you need anything."

"Well, hang up."

Su Xiang took off the Bluetooth headset and turned at a three-way road ahead.

It has been winter in less than a month since I came back to Beicheng. The trees on both sides of the road look bleak under the street lights, the shadows of the trees are faint, and there are few pedestrians on the road, which makes people feel gloomy.

Su Xiang touched the prayer beads on his neck, took a deep breath, and turned on the car music to boost his courage.

After a few songs, the car stopped at Zhenyuan.

The second time Su Xiang came here, he was familiar with the garden. Walking along a bluestone road, the landscape lights on the ground gave off orange lights, and monotonous footsteps sounded in this quiet space, accompanied by the wind blowing. The rustling of leaves.

The large main house ahead was brightly lit and the door stood wide open.

The deputy standing at the door saw Su Xiang and came up and said, "Miss Su?"

Su Xiang showed the appointment number, smiled slightly and said, "Yes, it's me."

The deputy glanced at her, and after confirming her appointment number, he made a gesture of invitation: "Miss Su, please come inside."

After entering the inner hall, Su Xiang went directly to the restaurant.The deputy followed behind her, and asked curiously, "Is Miss Su alone?"

Su Xiang turned his head, smiled at him and said, "Yes."

She put the insulated box in her hand on the dining table and said, "Please serve."

The deputy glanced at the heat preservation box on the dining table, and felt a little strange, but he didn't say anything, and went in to inform.

After a while, those dishes were served, including the Japanese tofu that Su Xiang specially ordered.

The man glanced at Su Xiang, put the dishes on the table one by one, said "Please take your time", and turned around to leave.

Su Xiang said: "Please wait a moment."

The man glanced at her: "What else can Miss Su do?"

I saw Su Xiang opened the lid of the lunch box she brought, and inside was the same Japanese tofu, but the one she made was not as fresh as the one just out of the pan.

Su Xiangdao: "Mr. Yan, I don't know which one tastes better, the Japanese tofu you made or mine?"

……

On the dining table of Fu's family, Fu Ying stretched his arms to pick up vegetables, and said seemingly unintentionally: "Dad, I want to go home by myself from next week."

"Huh?" Fu Hanchuan looked up at him, then lowered his eyes, eating indifferently, "No."

Fu Ying was a little anxious: "Why can't I go home by myself?"

"For your personal safety."

Fu Ying was still wearing a taekwondo uniform, which he deliberately did not change.

The little guy puffed out his chest: "I have learned taekwondo, and my taekwondo is the best in the martial arts gym. I can protect myself."

Fu Hanchuan glanced at him: "Just your little arms and legs?"

Fu Ying immediately became unconvinced: "Father, Wang Xiaoming also went home by herself, and Lian Liang, she is a girl who goes to school by herself. Am I not as good as a girl?"

Fu Hanchuan stared at him, Fu Ying shrank his eyes under his stare, and muttered: "Anyway, I just want to go home by myself."

"Don't you think it's awe-inspiring to have a car to pick you up every day?"

Most of the students in the school are picked up by their parents, and only a few children go to and from school by themselves.But as soon as the Fu family's luxury car stopped at the school gate, those who knew the goods could tell that the car was low-key and luxurious.

Fu Ying scratched his ears, rolled his eyes, and said confidently: "Now I think a child who can go home by himself is called majesty!"

Fu Hanchuan raised his eyebrows slightly, and stared at him with deep eyes for a while...

(End of this chapter)