Mr. Fu treats her like life

Chapter 555 Is My Wife Alright? It’s Not Your Turn to Worry About It
The night is dark and the wind is high, a lone moon is hidden among the fallen leaves and tree branches, outside the gate of Fu's house, the faint yellow street lamp lights stretch a slender figure.

All of Fu Zijin's luggage was piled up at the entrance of the villa by the bodyguards brought by Fu Xiheng, no, to be precise, they were thrown outside like garbage.

Now, because Grandma Fu is worried about Fu Xichen and is afraid that she will do something stupid, she stays in the hospital with the old man to take care of her.

In Fu's house at this time, Fu Xiheng didn't need to look at anyone's face.

In front of so many servants and bodyguards, facing Fu Xiheng's cold treatment, Fu Zijin no longer had the face to stay in Fu's house for another minute.

Wearing the thin bathrobe wrapped around his body just after taking a shower, Fu Zijin stepped on a cotton mop. Along the way, his dripping hair wet the bathrobe on his back, and he walked out of the villa in a state of embarrassment.

The biting cold wind ruffled her hair like a sharp blade cutting her skin, making her shiver with cold.

The blood stains on the fingertips cut by the glass shards had been dried by the wind, and there was a faint pain, but Fu Zijin didn't say a word.

She gritted her teeth tightly, the more her body hurt, the more hatred she felt in her heart.

Walking out of the gate, Fu Zijin looked down at the mess under his feet, his purple lips trembling from the cold.

Since being taken in by the Fu family, she has never bought all kinds of luxuries for herself like those wealthy ladies who like to compare. In the Fu residence, there are not many things that belong to her, most of them are gifts from Fu Xiheng and Fu Xichen.

Right now, everything is covered in mud and grime...

Fu Zijin raised the distorted bloody photo in his hand, his pupils shrank coldly, he sneered coldly, and tore the photo to pieces.

When the photo fragments were thrown into the air, a flash of lightning suddenly lit up in the dark sky, followed by muffled thunder.

Soon, a heavy downpour fell.

Fu's house is located in an empty place, and there is no place outside the villa to shelter from the rain. After a while, Fu Zijin's whole body was drenched.

A pair of cotton mops were filled with rainwater flowing under her feet, and she squatted down desperately, trying to find her mobile phone from the bag that was thrown out.

Finally, he found a wine-red chain bag next to a puddle. Fu Zijin opened it, and just held the phone in his hand, and then lost his grip, and the phone fell into the puddle under his feet with a "snap".

Before the call was made, the mobile phone could not be used because of the rain.

Fu Zijin was angry and annoyed, his face had turned from pale to purple.

She grabbed the mobile phone in her hand and screamed loudly, then fell hard into the villa.

In the spacious and bright study room of Fu's house, the man leaned on the window and looked into the distance, the coffee slowly stirring in his hand overflowed with a rich aroma.

When the eyes as deep as the sea noticed a bunch of headlights lit up in the dark night, he was driving through the rain and fog to the door of Fu's house, and let out a cold snort from his sexy throat.

Without shifting his gaze, Fu Xiheng raised his knuckle fingers to pick up a cup of coffee and took a sip of coffee. After a while, the smile spreading around his thin lips became colder and colder.

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Fu Zijin put the suitcase down beside the stone lion statue outside Fu's house, hugged her curled up body and sat down.

The pouring rain was pouring mercilessly, and just when she was disheartened, a dazzling snow-white headlight suddenly shot straight at her.

Fu Zijin's eyes flickered, and he raised his arm subconsciously to cover it.

"Zijin——" Fu Xijing didn't have time to go to the trunk to get an umbrella, and while running through layers of rain, she took off her coat and ran towards her quickly.

When he came near Fu Zijin, he put his clothes on her already soaked body without any explanation.

Looking down at her pale face, his eyes were red on the spot, and his voice was harsh, "Where is Fu Xiheng, where is he?! I'm going to kill him!"

Seeing that he wanted to enter Fu's residence without any scruples, Fu Zijin hurriedly stopped him, "Don't..."

The rain watered Fu Zijin's clear eyes, and the broken hair on her forehead was wet and pressed against her face. She looked pitiful, like a little stray dog ​​that had been abandoned.

Fu Xijing's eyes were extremely cold.

"No," Fu Zijin bit her lip and shook her head at him, "Let's go, I want to get out of here as soon as possible."

Fu Xijing took a deep look at the courtyard with cold and piercing eyes, and suddenly found the tall figure standing by the study window, slowly clenching his fists with fingers hanging by his side.

At Fu Zijin's request, he decisively took her out of here.

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Qingqing Bieyuan.

After returning from Fu Zhai, Fu Xijing took a dry towel and handed it to Fu Zijin, and then went to the kitchen to pour her a cup of hot milk.

"It's cold, dry your hair first, and then drink this cup of hot milk." Putting the hot milk on the table, Fu Xijing turned to put the bath water, but Fu Zijin grabbed his arm.

"Why did you suddenly appear there?" Fu Zijin raised his eyes, with a hand hanging on his knee tightly clutching the towel.

Fu Xijing's face was calm, she stared at her slightly ruddy face and smiled faintly, "What else can it be for?"

The other person's eyes were a little hot, and Fu Zijin's heartbeat accelerated suddenly, and he let go of his hand in a hurry, "Just now...he probably saw that you can walk normally,"

"I don't mind." Fu Xijing narrowed his eyes deeply, his deep and rigid facial features reflected on the glass window, "Zi Jin, you should know that what I have now is not obtained by winning Fu Yaoting's sympathy. "

At the beginning, after the relationship between Fu Mingqiao and Mo Xueyin broke down, he had an affair with his new secretary Jiang Qingman. Not long after, he even planned to bring Jiang Qingman's child to the Fu family to recognize their ancestors.

Because of Mo Xueyin's search for death and life, this matter was aroused at the time.Afraid of tarnishing their reputation, the Fu family did not allow Jiang Qingman's mother and son to come in, and in the end they just paid the other party away.

Although Mo Xueyin's mother and son were in the family, Fu Mingqiao still cared for the mother and son outside, and even promised Jiang Qingman that he would give up everything in the Fu family and take her and the child abroad.

It's a pity that fate made a mistake, a family of three suddenly had a car accident on the way to the airport, and only Fu Xijing survived by luck.

Although Mr. Fu did not want to admit Fu Mingqiao's illegitimate son outside, at that time the young Fu Xijing was seriously injured. The doctor gave a diagnosis and said that he was likely to be permanently disabled. Mr. Fu thought that he was Fu Mingqiao's flesh and blood, so he secretly sent him to Fu Mingqiao. A property owned by the Fu family was written under his name.

It's just that there can only be one future heir of the Fu family, and it will only be Mo Xueyin's son, Fu Xiheng. Elder Fu made it clear that Fu Xijing would guard the hospital in Jicheng forever and never return to Yuncheng.

The reason why Fu Xijing has everything now is all based on the hospital that Mr. Fu gave him.

Fu Xijing withdrew her misty gaze, and when she lowered her head to look at Fu Zijin, seeing that the other person's face was full of worry, her eyes softened unconsciously, "Even if I'm not as rich as Fu Xiheng, I won't let Zijin go hungry."

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After the rain, the sky is clear, the air is full of fresh earthy smell, and the smell of sunshine slowly overflows, mixed with the faint fragrance of the tall Fatong.

It's just that this is not spring, and it feels a little bit depressed after all.

And this day is also the day to put Amber Ci.

Ampere had disappeared from the Shi family for many years, and had long since lost contact with her relatives and friends everywhere, so at her funeral, not many people came.

However, An Nuan saw a familiar figure in the cold crowd.

When Fu Xiheng found out, An Nuan had already walked away from him, and walked straight to Fang Xuyao ​​who was standing not far away.

Fu Xiheng's heart sank immediately.

"Why did you come here?" An Peici was the murderer of his child, and An Nuan never thought that Fang Xuyao ​​would appear here.

Fang Xuyao ​​stood at the door, did not take a step in, and stared at An Nuan from a short distance.

Her eyes are very calm, she can't see any emotion in peace, her hair is loosely tied into a low ponytail, and her chin has also lost a lot of weight.

"Don't worry, I'm not that generous, I just wanted to come here to see you,"

Seeing the man not far away striding towards here, Fang Xuyao ​​lowered his head and smiled lightly, and continued, "An Nuan, how are you doing?"

An Nuan's eyelashes trembled, her lips were parted, and a slender arm wrapped her in her arms. "Is my wife okay? It's not up to you, an outsider, to worry about it,"

Fu Xiheng squinted at the person in his arms, and looked at the man opposite him with a very cold gaze, "Instead of wasting time here and worrying about it, it's better to go back and think of a way to invite the most capable lawyer in Quanyun City out." ,"

Fang Xuyao ​​didn't speak, and the bottom of his warm eyes became darker and colder.

What he cares about is not Jia Fenglai's life or death at all, but Feng Mao who is more important to him.

In his eyes, Fu Xiheng is a sinister and cunning wolf. On the surface he smiles like a gentleman, but when he becomes ruthless, he can make the other party die silently in minutes.

Not long after the turmoil at Shi Xiner's wedding had passed, under Fu Xiheng's suppression, Feng Mao had already turned into a lamb that was about to die of emaciation.

Fang Xuyao ​​stood where he was, standing against the light, his gloomy face shrouded in shadow.He and Fu Xiheng looked at each other for a moment with provocative and lethal deep eyes, and left suddenly.

As soon as Fang Xuyao ​​left, An Nuan broke free from the man's arms.Fu Xiheng's arms were instantly empty.

"Nuan Nuan," he strode to catch up with An Nuan's light and fluttering steps, she looked as light as if she would be blown away by a gust of wind at any moment.

There were people shuttling in the yard all the time, An Nuan left him a little face and stopped, and said softly with his back turned, "I don't want to say anything now,"

Fu Xiheng was a little at a loss, and the uneasiness in his heart lingered for a long time, and the back of An Nuan disappeared from his sight.

Right now is Ampere Ci's funeral, he knew that An Nuan was not in the mood to talk to him, so he might as well wait for this period of time, he would wait patiently for her.

In the past few days of Ampere Ci's funeral, although An Nuan treated Fu Xiheng coldly, she did not reject his kindness.Under Fu Xiheng's arrangement, Amperes' grave was placed in a high cemetery with pleasant scenery.

An Nuan chose to forget about the fact that An Peici was not her own mother. After all, the genuine care she gave her was not fake, even though it was mixed with some use that she didn't know about.

The deceased is gone, all she can do is to forgive, not to add grief to herself, and to live a good life in the future.

On this day, An Nuan expected Rong Bingcheng's arrival.

At some point in time, the sky began to drizzle again, bringing a bit of chill to invade the whole body.The entire mountain was shrouded in a hazy mist.

Fu Xiheng took off the warm jacket and put it on An Nuan's shoulders, took the black umbrella from the assistant with his own hands, held her thin body in his arms with one arm, and covered her head with the umbrella.

An Nuan knew it and felt the warmth from her shoulders, but she didn't react to it.

Fu Xiheng pursed his lips in relief, as long as she didn't reject him, that would be the best.

"Uncle Rong, you're here," Fu Xiheng followed An Nuan's pace, and the two came to Rong Bingcheng at the same time.

Rong Lianye did not follow, and a servant behind him held an umbrella for Rong Bingcheng who had just been discharged from the hospital.Through the misty drizzle, An Nuan only felt that he was much older again.

"Well, here we come," Rong Bingcheng's face was expressionless, and when he spoke, he couldn't stop coughing a few times, causing the servants beside him to be full of worry.

Rong Bingcheng waved his hand, indicating that he was fine.

Seeing this, An Nuan also pursed her lips lightly, but did not speak.

Rong Bingcheng walked to Ampere Ci's tombstone, and the servant behind him put the fresh bouquet brought by him on the bluestone platform, which was Ampere Ci's favorite lily during his lifetime.

For a time, An Nuan's eye sockets were filled with moisture.

Fu Xiheng pursed his lips tightly and remained silent, but hugged An Nuan's shoulder even tighter.

An Nuan noticed it, and looked up at him with misty eyes.

The rain seemed to intensify, and the crackling raindrops hit the umbrella surface, making people feel more chills.

Standing on a high place and looking from a distance, the red mountains are engulfed by the white mist.

Rong Bingcheng didn't say a word in front of the tombstone, and stood under the umbrella for a long time to stop and stare. He didn't know how long it was before he called An Nuan's name lightly.

"Uncle Rong, tell me,"

There was no one around, An Nuan took the umbrella from Fu Xiheng and stood quietly behind Rong Bingcheng.

"Nuan Nuan, do you know that your mother and I..."

"I know." An Nuan nodded lightly. Seeing the other party stunned for a moment, she hesitated for a moment before saying, "But Uncle Rong, I'm not your child..."

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As soon as An Nuan returned to her aunt An Peiyun's house from the cemetery, Lu Shengge, who stayed at home to take care of her grandfather, ran out in the rain.

"Sister Xiaonuan, I heard that the Rong family in Jicheng also went to auntie's funeral, right?" Lu Shengge's voice was a little anxious, ignoring the rain on his face and eyes, he opened his clear pupils wide.

An Nuan was stunned, "What's wrong?"

"Song Qianmo's sister came here just now. Because of the rain, the traffic was blocked halfway, so she didn't have time to attend my aunt's funeral. She asked me to apologize to my sister,"

Lu Shengge wiped the rain off his face, "She was planning to go back, but after hearing that the Rong family from Jicheng came to Yuncheng..."

"Song Qianmo just called and told me that his sister must not be allowed to meet the Rong family." Lu Shengge held An Nuan's arm, "Sister Nuan, what do you think we should do now? Do you want to call and tell Qian Mo?" ?”

(End of this chapter)