Strong marriage lock: Fu Shao's dumb new wife

Chapter 22 Some understand, but not quite understand
Su Xiang was stunned, took it over and saw that it was really a nightgown.

She looked at the man stupidly, why did she wear a nightgown to watch a movie?

"Don't worry, the nightgown is newly bought, and there will be no personal items for secondary use here."

Those who open this kind of theater don't want to make money for those few movie tickets, and they are picky about the details.

Fu Hanchuan only turned his head towards the back room, motioning for her to go in.Su Xiang had no choice but to go there with his nightgown, walked in and took a look, and suddenly found that there was a place to take a shower in this room.

She changed into her nightgown and came out. Fu Hanchuan was already lying on the sofa. The movie had just started and the music was still playing. It was an old movie, full of nostalgia.

Fu Hanchuan looked back, and stretched out his hand to Su Xiang. Su Xiang put his little hand in his palm, and he pulled her into his arms.

The lights in the theater dimmed, leaving only the light on the screen.

Su Xiang leaned against his chest, and the surrounding was quiet, listening to his powerful heartbeat, from the tension at the beginning to the relaxation later.

The customer service came in once, and the trolley was pushed in. There were fruits, desserts, red wine, and a plate of delicate cod steaks.

"You didn't eat anything at night." He put the dinner plate on the coffee table, let Su Xiang eat, and then put his big hands on her waist, which seemed to be embracing him, but his eyes were fixed on the movie ahead .

They had never been this close except in bed.

Su Xiang's heart was pounding, his cheeks were hot, and he glanced at him quietly.

He actually knew that she didn't eat much that night.

"Aren't you unhappy at night?" Di Chun's voice suddenly sounded, even better than the male protagonist's voice, and it was very close at hand.

While eating, Su Xiang paused his chewing mouth, then nodded, and his heart sank again.

The father-in-law and mother-in-law's intentions were so obvious that they were even more explicit each time, and they almost drove her out with a broom.

Su Xiang clenched the knife and fork in his hand, and lowered his head.

She thought about leaving Fu's house, but she couldn't do it when she saw Fu Ying.

When she entered the door, she saw her son with the woman who might be his mother in the future, so she almost couldn't help rushing over to hug her son.

Just after dinner, when they were watching TV in the living room, Mrs. Zhuo Ya called her away again.

They stood at the back of the hall, Madam Zhuoya pointed to the remaining three in the living room and said to her: "Look, Miss Jin likes Fu Ying very much, she treats him very well, you can rest assured."

That's a heart-wrenching pain.

As his back warmed up, Su Xiang turned around, Fu Hanchuan half hugged her, held her hand with his big hand, put the fork she was holding into his mouth, and ate the piece of foie gras that she forgot to eat.

He said, "Miss Jin is a guest."

After speaking, he leaned back and sat down.

A sentence that was neither hot nor cold, neither salty nor bland, was even a bit inexplicable, Su Xiang glanced at him, and understood somewhat, but not quite.

The light from the screen flickered on the man's face, making his expression unreal, but Su Xiang felt inexplicably relaxed.

The corners of her lips curved slightly, and she picked a cherry and put it into his mouth.

Leaning in his arms, but being held down by him, he ate another cherry of hers, it was crispy and itchy...

After playing for a while, he leaned back on the back of the chair. Su Xiang was panting, looking up at him with his eyes closed, with a tired look on his brows.

(End of this chapter)