Strong marriage lock: Fu Shao's dumb new wife

Chapter 177 You're fucking out of your mind!
Before turning his head, Qi Lingyang put his arm on her shoulders and chatted, "Pearl picked the flower, see if you like it?"

Pearl rolled her eyes when she heard her name, and sent the little daisy she was holding under Su Xiang's nose: "Mama, I, Huahua..."

Su Xiang's thoughts were diverted, he glanced at the flowers, smelled them, smiled and said, "My daughter picked them, she likes everything."

The two walked to the car together until the car disappeared.

Qiao Shen didn't dare to say anything at all, and glanced anxiously at Fu Hanchuan. Just standing like this, he could feel the great evil spirit coming from his side.

If possible, he really hoped that he could leave immediately.

The parking lot runs through the front and back, and it is even colder this season.Fu Hanchuan had been holding back his cough just now for a long time, but now he was coughing violently, with one hand resting on his knee, and his waist was bent.

Qiao Shen quickly opened the car door and said, "Boss Fu, get in the car first."

Fu Hanchuan's breathing was rapid and heavy, and he took a while to calm down.

Qiao Shen felt that Fu Hanchuan's coughing like this was never a solution, so he persuaded again: "Boss Fu, this place is quite close to the hospital, otherwise, I'll take a detour?"

Fu Hanchuan closed his eyes and leaned back on the seat, his thin lips parted slightly: "I can't die."

Qiao Shen: "..."

Who is this full of resentment angry at?

And who is it for?
It's not his own body that suffers, but the people around him suffer as well.

Fu Hanchuan refused to go to the hospital, so did Qiao Shen, so they had to go back to the company to continue working overtime. On the way, they stopped at a pharmacy and bought cough medicine and cold medicine.

When they arrived at Fu's Building, Xiao Jia, who was also working overtime, delivered a courier to Fu Hanchuan's office.

"Boss Fu, this courier is for you."

Fu Hanchuan glanced at the thin paper-skinned express package, hummed lightly, and Xiao Jia went out.

The man was exhausted, and he sat in the large leather chair for a while, and when he closed his eyes, he looked like the pair of dogs and men hooking their shoulders and backs. He stroked his hot forehead, took a deep breath, sat up with a bullet, and opened the box from the drawer. Take out the cigarette case.

The cigarette was in his lips, and as soon as he lit it, he coughed unbearably, and finally smashed the cigarette in the ashtray.

He opened the medicine box, and remembered that a long time ago, there was also a bottle of cough medicine sent by courier, which arrived at his office early in the morning.

Just because she heard him coughing when he went out.

But now, how could that woman still see him?
Fu Hanchuan's eyes were cold, and he smiled self-deprecatingly, holding the small bottle of loquat cream in his hand and turning it around, but he didn't unscrew the cap immediately.

He glanced at the phone on the table, turned on the screen a few times in his hand, and when he looked at the number, he pressed it out again.

Finally, he threw the phone on the table, unscrewed the bottle cap and took a sip. The cool plaster slowly slid down, and the burning throat felt more comfortable.

At this moment, his eyes fell on the courier bag.

Fu Hanchuan unpacked the courier, which was a signed document from Canada.

At this moment, his office door was suddenly pushed open, and Mrs. Zhuo Ya walked in with an angry face.

"Look at this thing."

An envelope was thrown forcefully on his desk, Fu Hanchuan froze for a moment, and picked up the envelope.

"what?"

Mrs. Zhuo Ya sat down angrily: "You will know if you read it."

Seeing this, she couldn't even sit still at home, and went directly to Guhua Road, only to find out there that he hadn't returned yet, saying that he was working overtime, so Mrs. Zhuo Ya made a detour.

Fu Hanchuan took out the contents of the envelope and looked at it, his expression changed.

"Where did this thing come from?"

Mrs. Zhuo Ya folded her arms, her face was tense, and she said: "Old He picked it up at the door, saying that someone rang the doorbell, and when he went out, he only saw a back, and this one envelope."

When Mrs. Zhuo Ya saw the photos inside, she couldn't even eat the disgusting dinner.

"This kind of photo should be sent to that woman's door, so that she can see if she is ashamed. How come it was sent to my house? It's ridiculous."

"What's the meaning!"

The old house of the Fu family is neither a place for the dumb, nor a place where the wild species can enter. It's disgusting that the photos of these two people are delivered to the door.

Mrs. Zhuo Ya was chattering angrily, Fu Hanchuan only quietly looked at the few photos in his hand, they were all pictures of Su Xiang and Qi Lingyang in the same frame.

The one who kisses the forehead at the gate, the one who sees him off at the airport, and the one who kisses on the grass at night...

Fu Hanchuan's eyes turned completely cold, his fingers were clenched tightly, and he jumped up in one breath. He coughed violently with his fist against his lips, and his cheeks and cheekbones quickly flushed red.

Mrs. Zhuo Ya saw that he was coughing so badly that she saw the cold medicine on the table.

She stood up anxiously, touched his forehead with her hand, and felt it was hot, she said: "You are sick!"

Fu Hanchuan waved his hand to show that it was all right, Madam Zhuo Ya scolded: "You are so sick, and you still say you are all right!"

She called Qiao Shen in, and reprimanded him again: "Boss Fu is so sick, what did you do as an assistant, why didn't you send him to the hospital!"

Qiao Shen looked at Fu Hanchuan, then at Mrs. Zhuo Ya, and swallowed the words again.

There is no way to explain this matter, and it cannot be blamed on the boss.

Fu Hanchuan coughed and said, "It's fine."

He squeezed the photo in his hand tightly, suppressing the anger in his heart all the time, and said to Qiao deeply, "Send Madam back."

Qiao Shen nodded, reached out to the door and said, "Ma'am, let me take you home first."

Mrs. Zhuo Ya glanced at Fu Hanchuan worriedly, and she said: "I should have burned these photos, and I shouldn't have let you see them. But I also think that it's right for you to take a look. You're better off."

"Han Chuan, you shouldn't waste any more of your thoughts on her."

"She is not the woman our Fu family is looking for. She was not worthy to be the wife of the Fu family before, and she is even more unworthy now."

"do you know?"

Fu Hanchuan's thin lips were tightened, and his voice was extremely cold: "Qiao Shen, send Madam out!"

The son's tone was extremely bad, and seeing that his face was on the verge of fury again, Mrs. Zhuo Ya frowned and gave him another look, and had no choice but to turn around and leave.

Before leaving, she said the last sentence: "I think you should think about it carefully!"

After the door closed, Fu Hanchuan's face was as gloomy as ice, and he looked at the photo in his hand with his lifeless eyes.

This look is really affectionate!

Fu Hanchuan's fingers creaked, wishing he could drag the person in the photo out and beat him up.

His throat rolled violently, and another rush of air surged up from his throat.

After Qiao Shen sent Mrs. Zhuo Ya to the elevator, he turned around and came back, only to see Fu Hanchuan coughing badly while propping up the table with one hand.

Qiao Shen acted like an old lady again, persuading him, "Boss Fu, if you cough like this, it will turn into pneumonia, maybe it's already pneumonia."

"It's the end of the year, Mr. Fu, you can't collapse."

He thought for a while, and added: "Master Fu Ying still needs you to take care of him."

Fu Hanchuan took a breath, collected a few photos on the desktop randomly, put them in a drawer and locked them, and walked out with a gloomy expression: "Let's go."

Qiao Shen was stunned: "Where are you going?"

Fu Hanchuan stared at him coldly: "Didn't you mean to go to the hospital?"

He was afraid that he would not be able to bear the anger when he was sick, and would be pissed off by that woman, which was really in line with her wishes.

Qiao Shen originally thought that Fu Hanchuan would carry it to the end, but he was persuaded this time. I don't know what Mrs. Zhuo Ya did to make him so angry when she came here.

When Qiao was deeply curious, Fu Hanchuan came over and handed him an envelope: "Go and check the source of this letter."

Qiao Shen took it over and looked at it. There were only four words on the envelope, "Zhuo Ya's Personal Acknowledgment", and it was still in typeface. There was no sender's address. It seemed that someone deliberately put it somewhere.

Qiao Shen followed Fu Hanchuan: "Boss Fu, don't you have any more clues?"

Fu Hanchuan's voice was cold and quiet: "Surveillance around the old house of the Fu family, to see who has appeared in the old house of the Fu family."

With this clue, Qiao Shen has a clue.He was holding the empty envelope, but he was actually curious about what kind of photo was inside, as if his wife was mentioned in the conversation with Mrs. Zhuo Ya just now?
However, Qiao Shen has a strong sense of crisis, and at this time he knows that his wife must not mention it at this time.

When he arrived at the hospital, Fu Hanchuan was called for an infusion. Qiao Shen saw him lying on the hospital bed with a mobile phone in his hand, wondering what he was looking at.

Qiao thought about it deeply, and wanted to ask if he should call his wife, but he didn't dare to mention it.

If the wife finds out and refuses to visit, then there will be a complete explosion.

The next day, as soon as Fu Ying left the school gate, he was picked up by the driver of Fu's family. Chang Yan was sitting in the car.

She looked at Su Xiang coldly through the glass window, the corners of her lips curled up suddenly, and there was a hint of pride in her provocation.

Su Xiang's eyes turned cold.

During the time when Fu Ying walked home by himself, she was always with him, and she only had such a little time to be with him every day.

Chang Yan, why did she appear again?
And Fu Hanchuan, what does he mean by this?
It was clearly agreed that she would take the child home, but he took it back just because she didn't agree to him eating together that day?
But a few days ago, everything was normal.

Chang Yan's lips suddenly opened and closed, and she said silently with her mouth: Su Xiang, the difference between me and you is that you will never be able to sit in this car.

So what if she is Fu Ying's biological mother?

She couldn't even take a step into the door of the Fu family, and she couldn't even step into the car of the Fu family.

Su Xiang knew a little bit about lip language, and squeezed his fingers tightly.

Mother Song glanced at Su Xiang hesitantly, and said, "Mr. Fu is ill, and the young master has to go over immediately."

After speaking, Mother Song followed in the car.

Su Xiang watched Fu's car leave, and pursed his lower lip.

Is Fu Hanchuan sick?
After the parent-child activity at the school, the two never met again. It turned out that he was sick.

Su Xiang frowned slightly in thought, and went back to the car first.

In the afternoon, Fu Hanchuan continued the infusion in the hospital. A needle was stuck in a blood vessel, and the transparent medicine entered his body from the infusion tube.

With one arm resting on his forehead, he just rested with his eyes closed. Qiao Shen stood aside and reported the results of his day's investigation first.

"The monitoring shows that a man left it at the gate of the old house. He appeared under the monitoring at [-]:[-] p.m., put down the envelope and left."

Fu Hanchuan said indifferently: "What else? That's all I found?"

Qiao Shen said: "The man was wearing black clothes, black pants, and a hat and mask. That's all that can be found in the surveillance."

At most, he could calculate the man's height and body shape according to the monitor's display, and he couldn't even tell his age.

This kind of thing should be left to professional detectives.

The two were talking, and Fu Ying opened the door and came in, and the conversation between the two stopped.

Fu Hanchuan frowned and glanced at Fu Ying: "How did you get here?"

He didn't inform Fu Ying to come to the hospital. Fu Hanchuan glanced at the door and saw Chang Yan walking in. His eyes turned cold instantly.

Chang Yan held a fruit basket in her hand, put it on the bedside table, and said, "Madame Zhuo Ya said you were sick in the hospital, so I came over to have a look, and Madam said to bring Fu Ying along."

At this time, Qiao Shen tactfully retreated to the side. He stood with Song's mother who was the last to come in, and touched his nose.

Miss Chang, she got the news really fast.

In order to make a match, Mrs. Zhuo Ya refused to let go of this opportunity.

Fu Ying only focused on his own world. He glanced at the needle on the back of Fu Hanchuan's hand, looked up at the medicine bag hanging above, gently pulled the infusion tube with his small hand, and the infusion bag on it also shook Get up, startling everyone.

Fu Hanchuan only felt pain in the back of his hand, frowned and stared at his son, and said coldly, "What are you doing?"

Mother Song was afraid that Fu Ying would be scolded, so she subconsciously took a step forward and pulled Fu Ying back. She said anxiously: "Master, sir is infusion, how can you pull the needle tube."

Fu Ying pursed his lips, looked at the needle again, and said, "I just want to see if Dad is really sick."

Mother Song was so shocked that she quickly covered Fu Ying's mouth with her hand. How could this child say such a thing? She should be scolded again.

Fu Hanchuan was so angry that he couldn't speak, then thought, frowned, waved his fingers and said: "Send him back, don't let him come."

His tone couldn't be said to be bad. From the perspective of others, he just didn't want the child to stay in the hospital for too long.

After all, there are too many bacteria in places like hospitals.

Mother Song let out two heys, and hurriedly took Fu Ying's little hand and left.

Fu Hanchuan's needle was pulled, and the back of his hand swelled up after a while, blood returned in the thin tube, Chang Yan said: "I'll call the nurse."

She turned around and went out. Qiao Shen glanced blankly at the button above the hospital bed.

This Miss Chang has watched too many TV shows, or the young lady has never been to the hospital, there is obviously someone who rings the bell here.

Outside the corridor, Chang Yan talked about Fu Hanchuan's situation at the nurse's station, and a nurse immediately went to the ward.

Chang Yan looked at the time, and then asked the nurses what the patient should eat to treat their cough, and what to eat to recuperate their body. The corners of their eyes turned to the elevator entrance from time to time.

After a few minutes, the elevator door opened, and Su Xiang appeared with a fruit basket.

Anyway, Fu Hanchuan is also Fu Ying's father, and she knows how poor that man's health is, and since he asked her to participate in parent-child activities, she should come this time.

Furthermore, if she wanted to see Fu Ying every day in the future, she had to come this time.

Su Xiang carried the fruit basket to the nurse's station, and wanted to ask Fu Hanchuan which ward he was in first, when he saw Chang Yan standing there, chatting with the nurse.

In her hand was a jug of hot water, which she had just borrowed from the nurse.

Chang Yan thanked the nurse, turned her head as if she had just seen Su Xiang, and was slightly surprised: "Miss Su."

She glanced at Su Xiang's fruit basket, and asked with a smile, "Is Miss Su here to visit Hanchuan?"

"I know which ward he is in, let me take you there."

Su Xiang looked at Chang Yan, saw her pretending to be warm at this time, and her tone of intimacy with Fu Hanchuan, and couldn't help sneering in her heart.

She smiled slightly and said, "Okay, then there will be Miss Laochang."

The smile on Chang Yan's face froze slightly. She stood here all the time, thinking that this woman might come over, but she didn't expect that she would actually come, and she didn't hear her words, so she just crawled along.

Chang Yan pinched the handle of the hot water bottle tightly with her fingers, and her finger bones ached.

"Let's go." Su Xiang urged with a faint smile.

"This way." Chang Yan smiled weakly and walked towards the ward.

The door of the ward was pushed open again, and the little nurse who was called was not in the ward long ago, probably called by another ward, only Qiao Shen was still with Fu Hanchuan.

Seeing two women coming in, Qiao Shen took a cautious look at Fu Hanchuan.

two women...

I don't know if Boss Fu can take it...

After Chang Yan walked in, she put the borrowed water bottle on the bedside table, and said softly, "I just asked the nurse, who said that patients with cough should drink more hot water, so I borrowed one."

"The nurse said that you should eat less cold food. It seems that my fruit basket was delivered by mistake. But the pears in it are very good. They are stewed with Chuanbei rock sugar. It relieves cough and moistens lungs..."

Chang Yan spoke kindly, but she babbled a lot. Su Xiang was left alone, unable to say a word, so she put the fruit basket against the wall.

Su Xiang didn't want to say anything to Fu Hanchuan at first, just take a look at the meaning.

Anyway, with this gentle and caring Miss Chang around, she wanted to leave after she left her things.

Fu Hanchuan glanced at the end of his eyes until Su Xiang turned around, and said coldly: "Are you a ghost, come and go after a while?"

Chang Yan was still talking, but was suddenly interrupted by Fu Hanchuan, who bit her lower lip in embarrassment.

It turned out that he didn't want to listen to her at all, he just paid attention to that woman.

She forced a smile and said, "Yes, I almost forgot about Miss Su. I met her at the nurse's station just now to ask for directions, so we came here together."

Su Xiang had to stop as he wanted to leave, and cursed in his heart: She's so good, remembering what she's doing here, she still wants to go back to watch the dance competition show.

Su Xiang turned around and turned back, and said calmly to Fu Hanchuan: "I heard that Song Mama said that you were sick and hospitalized, so I came over to have a look."

After explaining her intention in one sentence, she closed her lips. Fu Hanchuan was still waiting for her next sentence, and he didn't see her for a few seconds before speaking again.

"Gone?"

Su Xiang: "What else do you want to hear?"

Fu Hanchuan pinched the bridge of his nose in annoyance. His stomach was filled with anger. It was a dormant volcano right now, and when he saw her, it erupted again.

He turned his head and told Qiao Shen: "You go back first, and send Miss Chang back along the way."

Qiao nodded deeply, walked to the door, opened it a little, and said with a polite smile, "Miss Chang, please."

Chang Yan squeezed the palm of her hand with great strength, telling herself to restrain herself.

She squeezed a smile: "Then trouble Assistant Qiao."

The door closed, and there were only two people lying down and standing in the ward.

Fu Hanchuan didn't want to use this posture to face the woman, so he sat up at once.He was so aggressive that he coughed twice again against his lips.

Su Xiang frowned and glanced at him, and poured a cup of hot water to him, "Miss Chang said, drink more hot water."

Fu Hanchuan stared at the cup of hot water with cold eyes, refused to answer it for a long time, and said sarcastically, "You will find trouble with others first?"

Photos of me, Qi Lingyang, Qingqing, and me were all taken by someone, so why accuse him of having a close relationship with Chang Yan first?
Su Xiang was startled, she just poured water, who is the trouble for?

Fu Hanchuan looked at her innocent face, and the volcano in his heart erupted into sparks.

He pulled off the suit that was on the side, and threw a few photos out of the inner pocket towards Su Xiang's face.

"If you don't come, I will look for you."

"You seem to have forgotten how I warned you, huh?"

Su Xiang's cheek was scratched by the photo, and there was some sharp pain, and a long red mark was drawn on his fair face instantly.

She wiped the painful area with her fingertips, and seeing that there was no bleeding, she put the water glass on the bedside table, and looked down at the photos scattered on the floor.

She squatted down, picked up one and looked at it, and said in a flat tone, "Well, the shots are pretty good."

Fu Hanchuan was so angry that his chest heaved violently. Fortunately, he had been infused with fluids for two days in a row, and now he was much more energetic, otherwise she would definitely vomit blood from her anger.

"Okay? Your fucking brain is sick!"

After Su Xiang picked up all the photos, she stood up. She smiled softly, but there was no smile in her eyes, only sarcasm.

She said: "You and I are already going through the legal process of divorce. The person in the photo is the person I will marry in the future. And you, there is also Mrs. Fu who is going to marry. You are walking on different paths."

"It's just that you asked someone to take these photos. What do you mean?"

"Will you use these photos to prove that I cheated when it's time for divorce?"

Fu Hanchuan was taken aback, wait a minute, this is not what they want to talk about.

He said: "Do you think I found someone to follow you?"

"if not?"

In Su Xiang's impression, Fu Hanchuan was an unscrupulous person. He could arrange her divorce and remarriage which she didn't even know about. What else could she believe in him?
When she came back, he warned her. Didn't these just confirm his warning?

Su Xiang pursed his lips and smiled, and looked at the photos one by one again.

She wrote lightly: "Kissing is nothing, I was also seen lying on the same bed with other men."

"Fu Hanchuan..."

She only said a name, Fu Hanchuan pulled off the needle and stood up, pinched Su Xiang's chin and pressed his lips against it.

"Well……"

Su Xiang's eyes widened in horror, and he struggled vigorously.

One of Fu Hanchuan's arms was tightly wrapped around her lower back, and the other hand clasped the back of her head, not even giving her room to struggle. Their bodies were tightly pressed together without leaving a gap.

Su Xiang is skinny, and he is wearing a thin down jacket at this time, but there is a soft touch when hugged like this, making people reluctant to let go...

(End of this chapter)