Strong marriage lock: Fu Shao's dumb new wife

Chapter 168 You dare to wrong me, this is your punishment
Fu Building.

Fu Hanchuan hung up the phone and walked to the door of the lounge. The door was open, and there was a little man lying on the big bed with a schoolbag tilted by the bedside.

The little guy had just been picked up from school, and he was lying sleepy right now.

Fu Hanchuan put the phone back into his pocket, walked in and stood by the bed, looking down at him, the little guy moved, and his long eyelashes fluttered.

The man bent down slightly, and put his hand on his son's forehead, which was a little hot.

He frowned, retracted his hand, and said, "Uncomfortable?"

Fu Ying nodded silently, curled up pitifully.

Fu Hanchuan exhaled, picked up the quilt around his legs and covered him: "Go to sleep first."

He ordered Xiaojia to go to the pharmacy to buy antipyretics for children, but she hasn't come back yet.

Fu Hanchuan picked up his schoolbag, put it on the side cabinet, and walked out.

Outside the lounge, Fu Hanchuan sat on a big leather chair and continued to deal with official business, occasionally glancing at the time display in the lower right corner of the computer.

After a while, Xiaojia came in and gave him the medicine she bought: "Boss Fu, this is the antipyretic medicine for children recommended by the pharmacy, and it is said to have less side effects."

Fu Hanchuan said "um", and asked Xiaojia to leave the medicine. Seeing that Fu Hanchuan was busy, Xiaojia glanced into the lounge and said, "Boss Fu, do you want me to take care of Fu Ying first?"

Fu Hanchuan looked up at her, and said calmly, "No need, just do your business."

The boss said so, Xiaojia didn't want to be labeled as a boss flattery or something, so she went out in a hurry.

Fu Hanchuan glanced at the medicines on the table, tapped the corner of the table lightly with his fingers, and glanced at the time, his eyes moved slightly.

He picked up the medicine and walked back to the lounge again. The little guy was sitting quietly on the bedside reading a book, and the cover of the schoolbag on the cabinet was opened.

Fu Hanchuan said: "Why don't you sleep?"

Fu Ying shook his head, and said obediently, "I don't want to sleep."

Fu Hanchuan walked over and put the medicine on the bedside table. Fu Ying glanced at the small medicine bottle, his eyes trembled slightly, and slowly turned a page of the book.

"dad……"

Fu Hanchuan was reading the instructions for the medicine: "Huh?"

Fu Ying turned another page of the book and said in a low voice, "Father, I don't want to take medicine."

Fu Hanchuan glanced at the little guy, and twitched his eyebrows slightly: "Then go home and rest?"

Fu Ying looked up at him: "Aren't you working?"

Fu Hanchuan put away the book in his hand and put it in the bag, "Let Uncle Qiao Shen take you back."

Fu Ying got up from the quilt, put his arms into the sleeves that Fu Hanchuan was carrying, and put on his coat, he lay sleepily on Fu Hanchuan's shoulders.

Fu Hanqi picked up his son with one hand, put the other arm through the schoolbag strap, then bent down and squatted down, hung his son's shoes on his fingers and walked out.

Fu Ying hugged his father's neck, and asked in a low voice: "Is she still coming?"

Fu Hanchuan walked to the door of the office, paused and did not answer him immediately.

In the parking lot, Fu Hanchuan put his son into the car and ordered Qiao Shen to take the child back to the villa on Guhua Road.

Su Xiang heard Fu Hanchuan said that Fu Ying was ill, so he rushed over from Xiangyuan immediately.

Because Fu Hanchuan had greeted the front desk before, Su Xiang got on the elevator directly when he arrived at Fu's, and hurried all the way here again.

Su Xiang had been to Fu's once, and was already familiar with the way. In a hurry, he went all the way to the president's office. When Xiao Jia saw Su Xiang coming in a hurry, he immediately stood up to receive her.

"Miss Su, wait a moment, I'll ask the president for instructions first."

Xiaojia is young, but she learns and comprehends quickly. She learned experience from Qiao Shen last time, and she is much calmer now.

Su Xiang paused, Xiao Jia glanced at the secretary's room to hint, Su Xiang immediately understood and nodded.

She was in such a hurry that she didn't think much about it for a while.

People here don't know her relationship with Fu Hanchuan. If she went into Fu Hanchuan's office without notification, there would definitely be rumors.

And the last thing she needs is these rumors.

Xiao Jia went into Fu Hanchuan's office and asked for instructions: "Boss Fu, Miss Su is here."

Fu Hanchuan's finger on the keyboard paused, without raising his head, he just said, "Let her in."

In the corridor outside the door, Su Xiang waited quietly. After Xiao Jia informed her, she walked in.

In the office, Fu Hanchuan was still dealing with official business. After Su Xiang entered, he scanned around his office, but he didn't see Fu Ying.

Her eyebrows frowned: "Where is Fu Ying?"

Not seeing the child, Su Xiang subconsciously thought that Fu Hanchuan was playing some trick to trick her over.

After all, he has a lot of bad records.

Fu Hanchuan didn't speak, Su Xiang took a deep breath, took a step forward, and said angrily, "Fu Hanchuan, are you so interesting?"

"If it's for that car, you can just say it directly."

"Fu Ying is your son. You tricked me here with the reason that he is sick. Are you going too far?"

With a click, a slightly accented keyboard sound fell, and Fu Hanchuan typed the last character, then raised his head to look at the angry woman.

His thin lips were tightly pursed, and a trace of coldness appeared on his already serious face.

"Finished?"

Seeing his expression, Su Xiang pinched his fingers subconsciously.

Fu Hanchuan glanced at her, the corners of his lips curled up mockingly and said, "You think I tricked you to come here?"

Su Xiang poked his neck: "What else?"

The facts are in front of you.

Fu Hanchuan stood up, and his tall body stood there straight. His office area was already a step higher, which made him look even taller, giving people a full sense of oppression.

Su Xiang twisted it, and simply turned his head to the side not to look at him.

Hearing the sound of pattering footsteps approaching, Fu Hanchuan said with a cold face, "He's very uncomfortable. Qiao Shen sent him home."

Su Xiang was startled, opened his mouth, and then became angry again.

She said angrily: "Fu Ying is sick, you don't send him to the hospital, you bring him to the company and then send him home, are you going to torment him like this?"

"..."

The air in the office suddenly cooled down.

The coldness on Fu Hanchuan's body became stronger, his breath became slightly heavy, and at this moment, Su Xiang was no longer afraid of him.

That was a child, how could he torment his son like this!
Fu Hanchuan walked down the steps, approached Su Xiang with two long legs, and looked down at her from above.

Su Xiang's heart was pounding and she maintained her composure. She pursed her lips and said again: "If you are too busy with work to take good care of him, then..."

"Give it to you to raise?"

Fu Hanchuan opened and closed his thin lips, and his extremely cold voice interrupted Su Xiang's following words.

From her angry and red face, Fu Hanchuan could tell what she wanted to say at a glance.

This woman has always written her emotions on her face.

After those words, Su Xiang glared at him and clenched his fists.

Yes, that's what she meant!
Fu Hanchuan sneered coldly, and lifted his thin lips again, full of irony.

He said: "Su Xiang, how can you teach me about Fu Ying?"

"He's sick now, so you're in a hurry? Want to take him over?"

"What about the three years before that, when he was looking for you, where were you?"

"Why do you accuse me so unfairly?"

Su Xiang tightened his eyebrows, his face turned redder, and his fists were also clenched: "Fu Hanchuan..."

Fu Hanchuan didn't give her a chance to speak at all, and continued: "You don't know anything..."

He took a deep look at her, turned around and walked back, and sat back in the leather chair.

The three years he spent taking care of his children alone were all fused into that last heavy sentence.

Su Xiang's breathing was slightly suffocated, and his throat was slightly choked.

Leaving aside the reason why she left Beicheng, he was the only one taking care of Fu Ying these years.

The man didn't look at her again, and buried himself in his work again, and a deep voice came over: "I'm very busy..."

Su Xiang bit her lip, turned around and walked towards the door in a embarrassed manner, with her palm on the doorknob.

At this time, the man's low voice came from behind again: "He is at home, if you are worried, go and have a look."

Su Xiang paused, opened the door with a click and walked out.

Hearing the sound of the door clicking and sticking to the door frame again, Fu Hanchuan's fast fingers on the keyboard stopped.

He looked at the above line of words, let out a deep breath, took out a pack of cigarettes from the drawer, took out one and lit it.

In the misty white smoke, a line of words was written on the computer screen: Even in the best marriage, there will be two hundred thoughts of divorce in a lifetime, and fifty times the urge to strangle each other.

This is what the American writer Arsene Wenger said.

He heard someone mention it by chance, and for some reason, he remembered it.

That woman was getting more and more courageous, and she even dared to mention that she wanted Fu Ying to go over.

Who lent her courage?

When that woman was chattering aggressively, she really wanted to strangle her to death and tell her to shut up.

Fu Hanchuan held a cigarette in his mouth, touched the filter with the tip of his tongue, touched his lower lip with his fingers, and a faint smile flashed in his eyes.

……

After Su Xiang came out of Fu's Building, he immediately went to Guhua Road.

Not seeing Fu Ying, she was worried.

When she arrived at Fu's villa, Mother Song opened the door for her.

"too……"

When Song's mother saw Su Xiang, she always couldn't change her mouth. She opened her mouth and screamed before she came to her senses and patted her head: "Oh, look, my brain is always..."

Su Xiang didn't care about what Song's mother called her at the moment, and asked anxiously, "Where is Fu Ying, is he in the room?"

Mother Song nodded: "Yes, yes, the doctor is here too."

Su Xiang went straight to the children's ward. In the room, the little guy was lying on the bed with a wet towel on his forehead to cool down. When he saw Su Xiang coming in, he took off the towel and threw it aside angrily, turning his head to the wall.

Before Qiao Shen left, he greeted Su Xiang, "Miss Su."

Su Xiang glanced at the little guy, nodded deeply to Qiao, and then looked at the man standing beside him.

This is the family doctor of the Fu family, Su Xiang remembers him.

After Qiao Shen sent the child back, he called the doctor to come.

Su Xiang asked: "How about it, do you want to go to the hospital for an infusion?"

The doctor put away the thermometer, glanced at the quiet little guy, smiled and said to Su Xiang: "It doesn't matter. The child is naughty, and he will be fine after a while."

After he finished speaking, he seemed to have nothing to say, and then said: "If Miss Su can spend more time with him, he should be able to get better sooner."

Su Xiang only thought about the child's illness and didn't think much about it. He nodded with a frown: "Okay, I see."

The doctor said goodbye and left after the consultation. Qiao Shen had to go back to the company to continue working, so he greeted Su Xiang and left with the doctor.

Only Su Xiang and Fu Ying were left in the room.

Su Xiang closed the door, sat down beside the bed, reached out to pick up the wet towel, passed it again in cold water, and put it on his son's head.

"Is it hard?"

She touched her son's small face and neck, and then touched her own. It didn't feel so hot, and her hanging heart relaxed.

Fu Ying groaned, turned over and turned his back to her.

Su Xiang looked at the little guy's awkward look, and he didn't pay much attention to her when she went to pick him up from school these days.

I do not know how it is.

Su Xiang thought that he was having trouble with his classmates at school, but he couldn't find anything when he asked him.

Seeing that it was still the same today, she took a light breath, lowered her waist and leaned in front of her son and asked, "Fu Ying, what's the matter with you, why are you ignoring me?"

Warm breath brushed against his little face, Fu Ying burrowed his head into the pillow, picked up the quilt with his little hand and buried his face.

A muffled voice came from under the quilt: "Why do you care about me?"

Su Xiang was taken aback when he heard this, feeling that he lost his temper these days because of her?
Su Xiang tore off some of the quilt: "Tell me, why are you angry with me? I'll change it, okay?"

Fu Ying moved his head, suffocated in his stomach, stretched out his hand and threw the towel out, then turned over on his stomach again, and said angrily, "Don't you just care about your game? Are you still here?" What are you looking for me for?"

The voice muffled in the pillow contained the wronged accusation of the neglected child.

Su Xiang: "..."

Fu Ying's face was buried in the pillow, and Su Xiang could only see the back of his head.

After each promotion in the dance competition, more pressure followed.In order to get better grades, she must work harder.

But in this way, there is not so much care for the children.

During this period of time, in order to focus on the game, she did not prepare lunch for him at noon.

The child's accusation made Su Xiang feel guilty and conflicted.

She reached out and stroked Fu Ying's soft hair and said, "Fu Ying, that's my mother's job."

"Didn't I tell you before? Didn't you also tell me to come on?"

"Huh!" Fu Ying made a nasal sound, Su Xiang didn't say anything, let him lose his temper anyway.

Fu Ying felt a little sullen, turned his head to face the wall, and said in a muffled voice: "If it was her, she would definitely put down everything and come to accompany me."

"In your heart, I am not important to you at all."

Su Xiang was startled: "Her?"

Her heart sank, who else could this "she" that Fu Ying was talking about?

When Su Xiang was planning to concentrate on the game, he had already done the ideological work for Fu Ying. At this moment, Fu Ying suddenly lost his temper, and it was likely that the woman said something in front of him again.

Su Xiang didn't say anything to Chang Yan right away, but said: "Fu Ying, if mom doesn't work hard, it will not only affect me, but also those who are working hard for their dreams, and those who work in mom's studio."

"A lot of people can't make more money and can't support their families if they don't play well."

Fu Ying was silent for a moment, then hummed and said, "That's their business, they can find other jobs."

Su Xiang frowned slightly, Fu Ying's thoughts...even Mrs. Zhuo Ya wouldn't think so.

No matter how excessive the people of the Fu family are, they have been working hard to maintain Fu's position for the tens of thousands of employees of the Fu family.

Su Xiang's eyes moved slightly, he took out his mobile phone from his handbag, and said, "Okay, then I'll call and tell them that I want to accompany my son. Tell them to find a job with another boss."

"They're handicapped, and if they have a good boss, they should be accepted quickly. If not, that's okay, just let them wait, they'll find a job. It's okay to go hungry."

"Anyway, they are not as important as my son."

While Su Xiang was talking, there was a beeping sound of buttons on the phone.

Fu Ying's body moved, he sat up, staring at Su Xiang with a pair of dark eyes, Su Xiang squinted at him: "Well, aren't you happy?"

Fu Ying blushed, squeezed his fists and said loudly: "I didn't tell you not to want them!"

Su Xiang smiled, pinched his son's face and said, "You also think this is wrong, don't you?"

Fu Yingmao closed his eyes and said nothing, but his silence showed that he was acquiescing.

Su Xiang put away the phone, and said to Fu Ying seriously: "Fu Ying, mom doesn't want to tell you the truth now, but no matter what age you are, you should know the word 'responsibility'."

"Children have the responsibilities of children, and adults have responsibilities of adults. When you grow up, the more things you encounter, the more responsibilities will be on your shoulders."

"You can also shirk it, as long as you want." Su Xiang pointed to the little guy's chest, and then pointed to his own chest, "Those people trust their mothers, so they entrust their future lives to me. Mom agreed They, in my heart, are unwilling to let them go."

"Unless they take the initiative to leave me, I will take care of them."

Fu Ying frowned, with a troubled look on his face.

He could understand what she meant, but he didn't want to admit that he was playing petty temper.

Su Xiang looked at him, rubbed his hair and said, "Are you hungry? Mom made you small wontons?"

Fu Ying glanced at her, lowered his head and grabbed the quilt.

Su Xiang lowered his head to tease him: "Do you like Kaiyang wonton?"

Hot breath sprayed on his neck, Fu Ying shrank his neck, and turned his head arrogantly, Su Xiang looked at the corners of his lips that could not help but smiled: "Okay, then you Be angry for a while. Mom will make you wontons."

Su Xiang went to the kitchen familiarly, and opened the refrigerator to see that it was full of ingredients. Fortunately, there were ingredients she wanted, otherwise she would have to go to the supermarket to buy them.

She took the things needed to make wontons, placed them neatly on the counter, put on her apron and rolled up her sleeves to make wontons.

Seeing Su Xiang making a face-to-face meeting, Mother Song turned around and secretly smiled.

About an hour ago, Fu Hanchuan called home suddenly, asking her to go to the market to buy vegetables quickly and prepare more.

Song's mother thought that there would be guests at home, so she ran to the supermarket in a hurry. As soon as her front foot arrived at the door, Qiao Shen brought Fu Ying back with her back foot.

It turned out that the young master was ill.

Song's mother thought that the child was sick and had no appetite, so she asked her to buy more vegetables and pick out the child's favorite food to cook for him.

It turned out that the wife came back to cook.

Su Xiang was kneading the dough, thinking about it when he was quiet, and felt that something was wrong.

When she came last time, the refrigerator was empty. She searched it out and made instant noodle finger cakes. Why did she see that the refrigerator was full just now?

Putting aside these doubts, this is the little wonton she is good at making for Fu Ying again after three years.

With dexterous hands, she squeezed one in each hand and placed it neatly on the plate. While boiling the water, she fried the egg skin in another pan.

After a while, a pot of small wontons was ready. Su Xiang put them in a bowl and left a bowl for Song's mother, and then took the bowl to Fu Ying's room.

The little guy was sitting on the bed reading a book, and when he saw Su Xiang coming in, he lowered his head and put on a very serious look.

Su Xiang didn't say anything, sat down beside the bed, and said with a smile, "Fu Ying, mom, how about you?"

Fu Ying didn't look up, but when Su Xiang stretched out his spoon, the little guy looked up in time and swallowed the soft and fragrant wonton in one gulp.

After eating a bowl, Su Xiang wiped his little mouth with a paper towel: "Do you still want to eat?"

Fu Ying shook his head, yawned and said, "I'm full."

Seeing that he was drowsy, Su Xiang put the empty bowl on the bedside table, took a look at his book in his hand, it was an extracurricular reading in elementary school.

The little guy picked up the quilt and lay down, Su Xiang said: "Fu Ying, Mom hasn't slept with you for a long time, I'll sleep with you in my arms, okay?"

The little guy glanced at her, nodded, his little face was a little red.

Su Xiang smiled, took off his shoes, lifted a corner of the quilt and lay down, holding his son in his arms.

She patted him lightly, and said in a gentle voice, "Fu Ying, you're actually not sick, are you?"

The little guy glanced at her in astonishment, Su Xiang squinted at him, Fu Ying immediately turned his head away quickly, his face was burning red.

Su Xiang touched his hot little ears, sighed long and said: "I am your mother, I know if you are sick..."

I don't know if it's because mother and child are connected. When she is away from home, sometimes she will feel inexplicably uncomfortable and flustered. There are not many times like this.

Maybe, she thought, her son was sick.

But she can't come back...

Su Xiang blinked her eyes, and pressed the unbearable memories of the past to the bottom of her heart, she said: "You miss your mother, so you came to attract my attention like this, don't you?"

Fu Ying pursed his lips and was finally willing to speak. He said in a muffled voice, "When you participated in competitions before, you would be happy with me."

Fu Ying was still young at that time, and only had one vague memory.

On TV, her students were performing, and she held his little hand to teach him.

That memory was far away for him, and what Chang Yan said to him that day made him complain about Su Xiang again, and that's why it happened.

In fact, he had been fighting for a few days, and she thought he was arguing with his classmates at school.

Lian Liang told him that if he wanted to know if his mother really cared about him, he only needed to see if she would come when he was sick.

Su Xiang touched his face, then squeezed his little hand and said, "Mom is too busy to pay attention to your emotions. You can watch their games in the future, okay..."

During the conversation, the eyelids of the two gradually sank, and the hugging people in the room fell asleep peacefully.

The sunlight outside the window gradually shifted from one end of the room to the other, the bright yellow light gradually dyed the red of the setting sun...

……

Seeing that it was almost five o'clock, Mama Song was hesitant to ask Su Xiang if she was here to prepare dinner. When the door lock sounded behind her, Mama Song turned her head and greeted, "Mr. Fu, you are back."

I came back so early today, the sun has not set yet.

Fu Hanchuan said "um", changed his shoes at the door, and turned around to see Mama Song's chubby body swaying towards Fu Ying's room.

The man's deep voice sounded: "Where are you going?"

Mother Song stopped and turned her head, pointed to the direction of the children's room and said, "I'll ask Miss Su if she will cook dinner."

Fu Hanchuan was silent for a while, and said, "She hasn't gone back yet?"

Mother Song said: "Always stay with the young master in the room."

Fu Hanchuan: "You go and make dinner."

Mother Song glanced at him and nodded: "Oh, good."

Fu Hanchuan came from the hall, and when he passed the living room, he put the briefcase on the armrest of the sofa, and then walked to the children's room and gently opened the door.

The light in the room was dim, tiny dust particles were flying in the light, and it was quiet inside.

The man's eyes fell on the bed, and the woman was hugging a little boy, with their heads next to each other, her body slightly curled up, holding the child in her arms.

In the room, there was the sound of her shallow breathing.

The man's eyes softened, and there was no cold light in his eyes.

He leaned against the door frame with his arms crossed and looked at it for a while, then rested his head lightly on the door frame, and kept looking at that soft face, the corners of his lips curled unconsciously.

A long time ago, he also hugged her to sleep like this, with their heads next to each other...

Su Xiang has been nervously preparing for the game, and took a rare nap. In his sleep, he felt a gaze staring at her all the time, like a wolf staring at its prey, or as if it was being burned by two fires. She became ill.

Su Xiang frowned uncomfortably, opened his eyes immediately, followed that line of sight, and saw Fu Hanchuan standing at the door.

The eyes of the two met in mid-air, one high and the other low.

Su Xiang was slightly taken aback, the man only glanced at her before turning around and leaving.

Su Xiang glanced at the sky outside the window, the sky was already dark red, she checked the time on her mobile phone, she took a deep breath, lifted the quilt lightly and got up.

In the living room, the man stood by the sofa, took off his coat, untied the tie around his neck, and put it on the suit jacket.

When Su Xiang walked out, he saw the man standing tall and tall, with his shoulders slightly drooping, as if he was relaxed after returning home from work.

Su Xiang only glanced at his back, and said in a low voice, "Fu Ying is fine now."

After she finished speaking, she walked towards the hall without any intention of talking to him.

Fu Hanchuan didn't say anything, his eyes fell on the window, and he loosened the two buttons around his neck with his slender fingers.

I heard the sound of beeps when the door opened, and then heard the sound of closing the door softly.

Su Xiang stood at the elevator entrance, waiting for the elevator to arrive.

She bowed her head and was very calm.

As long as Fu Ying is fine, and she also slept with him for a while, such moments are too few for her.

So she didn't want to take the opportunity to teach the child not to lie and pretend to be sick at all. She knew that the child was very sensible, so that was fine.

She didn't blame the child for pretending to be sick to scare her. He pretended to be sick just because he cared about her.

Su Xiang's heart was warm, and the corners of her lips could not help but curl up.

The elevator came, she looked up at the empty elevator car, turned her head to look at the closed door of Fu's house, slightly pulled her lower lip, and walked in.

Just as she reached out to press the door close button, a tall figure suddenly flashed in.Su Xiang was startled, and she retracted her fingers. After seeing the man in front of her clearly, she gave him a glare, and calmly stretched out her hand again.

At the same time, a big hand reached out and pressed the top button of the elevator.

Su Xiang glanced at the lighted button, then looked up at the man.

Okay, what is he doing on the eighteenth floor?
But that's none of her business, Su Xiang didn't say a word, and took two steps inside, keeping a distance from him as much as possible.

Fu Hanchuan was copying his pockets with both hands, leaning his back against the steel plate of the elevator, and looked ahead indifferently.

The elevator was so silent that it was suffocating, and my heart beat faster in this suffocating feeling.

Su Xiang stared at the row of elevator buttons, jumping up one after another.

Suddenly, a tall figure blocked her line of sight, with an arm resting on the steel plate behind her, she was caught between the man and the steel plate, and a faint smell of smoke surrounded her in an instant.

Su Xiang was taken aback, frowned and raised his head, his eyes moved up from the white shirt on the man's body, his loose shirt revealed a piece of smooth wheat-colored skin, and then to his protruding sexy Adam's apple.

Su Xiang's gaze only moved up a little bit, and landed on the man's chin.

She said, "I shouldn't blame you for what happened to Fu Ying."

Just because he didn't educate Fu Ying into an unreasonable, resentful, selfish child, she shouldn't blame him for not taking good care of the child.

Fu Hanchuan pursed his lips and looked at her. In his indifferent eyes, there was longing for her.

He didn't speak, and didn't back away, Su Xiang frowned slightly, and said again: "If you are chasing me because of that car, I can give you the repair fee."

"but……"

The elevator stopped, and Su Xiang's words also stopped. As the elevator door opened, a piece of light from the aisle outside came in, but it was blocked by the man's back.

There was the sound of talking, Fu Hanchuan turned his head, and the person who had just stepped into the elevator saw the ambiguous posture in the elevator and the man's menacing gaze, and immediately retracted his feet in fright.

From under his arm, Su Xiang watched the elevator door slowly close again.

The man pinched her chin, forcing her to raise her head and look at him, and said in a low hoarse voice: "But what?"

Seeing the fire in his eyes, Su Xiang swallowed and said, "But if I want to thank you, it's impossible."

"I haven't forgotten how the car broke down. You remember it too, don't you?"

During that extremely humiliating night, she was full of despair and anger.

Su Xiang looked directly at him with calm eyes.

Fu Hanchuan looked at her bright red lips, which were a little chapped and peeled because of the wind.

The man's Adam's apple twitched, his fingers dropped, and the hoarse voice sounded again: "Did I say that I would ask you to do anything for that car?"

Su Xiang looked away: "Then why are you chasing me?"

"Hehe..." The man suddenly laughed lowly.

Su Xiang frowned, turned to look at him: "What are you laughing at?"

Fu Hanchuan said: "I just accidentally pressed the wrong button, Su Xiang, don't you feel too good about yourself?"

Su Xiang: "..."

A person like Fu Hanchuan, who carefully considers every step he takes, will accidentally press the wrong button?

The up and down keys are so far apart, this reason can't even be fooled by Fu Ying.

If Fu Ying would have said: Dad, don’t you also have a fever?
Su Xiang sneered, and didn't even want to talk anymore.

Su Xiang was stunned by a light touch of her lips. Before she could react, the man pressed her shoulders, and his lips pressed against her and began to crush her.

A fire spread from the top of the head down to the bottom of the feet in an instant.

How could he do this!

Su Xiang gritted his teeth, and pushed hard with both hands.

But her strength, compared with a tall and powerful man, is as weak as a chicken.

Her wrists were easily pinched, her legs were pressed against his legs, and her chest was squeezed by his chest. She couldn't move, and could only dodge his forceful kiss by turning her head.

And he stopped attacking her lips, and lowered his head to move towards her neck. Su Xiang felt the tingling pain from her neck, and shouted: "Fu Hanchuan!"

With a "ding", the elevator reached the ground floor, and the door moved away without a sound.

Fu Hanchuan only bit her neck hard and then raised his head. Su Xiang glared at the man angrily, while he smiled at her wickedly.

That smile gave her a creepy feeling that she could never escape.

He said: "You dare to wrong me, this is your punishment."

"This, you have to admit it."

Su Xiang's cheeks were burning red, his eyes were slightly moist, and he was so angry that he wanted to scratch him to death.

She shouldn't think too highly of him, and she shouldn't be in the same closed space with him, so it won't be like this.

Her chest rose and fell violently, and she struggled and said angrily, "Let me go!"

Fu Hanchuan looked at her angry little face, and glanced at the blood-filled red palm that was pinned on the steel plate by him, and his heart was also on fire.

Leaving aside the totally inadequate kiss, she hated him kissing her so much?
Or insist on defending Qi Lingyang?

The man smiled wickedly, pinched her wrists easily with his big hands, and wiped her chapped lips with the slightly rough thumb of the other hand: "Su Xiang, you are my wife, I should sleep with you .”

Su Xiang's cheeks were swollen to the point of bleeding, his struggling wrist was finally free, and he swung it instinctively.

"Crack", the sound is not very loud.

This happened very quickly, between lightning and flint.

After a second of silence, Fu Hanchuan smiled, and looked at her coldly: "Why, don't you want to fight?"

"Didn't you like me to kiss you very much before, and you offered it to me? So... you actually wanted to?"

After he finished speaking, his finger slipped from her lips to her chin, hooked it lightly, and pinched the finger holding her other wrist as if punishing, and then completely let go.

Su Xiang was out of breath, her cheeks were flushed purple, her hands were numb so she had no strength, but he always has the ability to turn black into white, it is better to get away from danger quickly than to quarrel with him here.

Su Xiang bumped into him with all his strength, and escaped when the elevator door was large enough for a person to enter and exit.

A man's dull laughter came from behind: "Su Xiang, your lips are too dry, you need to moisturize them..."

Su Xiang covered his ears and ran faster.

After the elevator door was completely closed and the figure who fled in embarrassment could no longer be seen, the smile on Fu Hanchuan's face fell, and he clenched his fists with a gloomy expression.

He looked down at his stomach and took a deep breath.

He kept enduring it until now, he didn't see her, didn't force her, let her meet Fu Ying, and returned the car to her.

But she won't feel that he has changed, and she is still full of defense and disgust towards him.

When he saw the picture of her and Fu Ying together, he couldn't control it.

Her indifference to him, her complete disregard for him, made him even more out of control.

He remembered that a long time ago, she had him in her eyes, and this little family was the only one in her whole world.

But now, the radiance on her body made him unable to ignore it.

She looks like she has been completely reborn, with softness in the rigidity, and rigidity in the softness, making it difficult for people to look away from her.

But in her world, there is Fu Ying, her team, the child from the Qi family, all of whom are on the tip of her heart, and even Qi Lingyang, but he is the only one.

Fu Hanchuan chuckled lightly, his eyes darkened.

After being silent for so long, she should be reminded that she is still his Fu Hanchuan's woman, so don't get too close to others, right?
The elevator door opened, and the man strode out. Mother Song watched him coming in and out, and she retracted her head into the kitchen to continue cooking.

Fu Hanchuan walked to the children's room. Fu Ying just woke up, rubbed his eyes in sleepiness, and turned to look at the empty space next to him.

"Healed?" Fu Hanchuan stood still beside the bed, looking at his son's rosy face.

Fu Ying's small shoulders trembled slightly, and he said weakly, "Dad, I'm really...really..."

Looking at the hot water bottle that Fu Hanchuan pulled out of his schoolbag, Fu Ying's voice dropped and completely silenced.

At this moment, the hot water bottle was still warm, so Fu Hanchuan threw the hot water bottle on his bed and said, "Get up and have dinner when you recover."

After speaking, he walked out.

It turned out that after hearing what Lian Liang said, Fu Ying had a whim and quietly bought a small hot water bottle.

In the afternoon, the more he thought about it, the more aggrieved he felt, so he covered his body with a hot water bottle and lied that he was sick.

Fu Hanchuan received a call from the school teacher, and when he went to pick him up, he touched his schoolbag and felt that something was wrong.

The little guy refused to go to the hospital, and there was an emergency at the company, so Fu Hanchuan took him there first.

The child refused to take the medicine, and when he looked at the schoolbag he had opened, Fu Hanchuan became even more suspicious.

It can be said that this is actually a play directed by Fu Ying and cooperated by Fu Hanchuan. Strictly speaking, Su Xiang's accusation against Fu Hanchuan is not wrong.

It's just that Fu Hanchuan pretended to be confused and messed around, completely confusing Su Xiang's attention, while Fu Ying was exposed by Su Xiang and carried all the thunder.

During dinner, Fu Ying held a small bowl and peeked at his father from the side of the bowl.

He lied and skipped school, and it was strange that his father didn't scold him.

Fu Ying scratched his ears, and said boldly, "Dad, I want to go to my mother's place and watch those people perform, is that okay?"

He added nonchalantly: "My mother used to take me to school to watch their performances."

Fu Hanchuan glanced at his son, gave another faint "hmm" and swallowed the last mouthful of food.

Today's rice seems to have a foreign flavor...

(End of this chapter)