Luxury Marriage: Mr.Fu's Cold Wife

Three simple meals a day, good morning before getting up early and good night before going to bed seem to have become a fixed model for them to get along with each other, and Fu qiaozun has always kept his promise and will never touch her without her permission.

As time went by, her freshman year passed, and her appointment with Gongsun Zan was approaching day by day. She pretended to be calm in front of Fu qizun every day, pretending that nothing had happened. In fact, she had been suffering all the time and had never been more than half quiet.

"Yan Sheng, my mother called today and said let's go back and change your clothes. Let's go there quickly." Taking advantage of the holiday, Mu Yansheng was leisurely brushing his microblog at home. Fu uniform walked up to her and told her the news.

She didn't like to go to Fu's house. Every time she saw Lin Shuqing's face, she couldn't help getting scared. Now she wanted her to go again. She stayed on the sofa and really didn't want to start.

"Oh, can I not go?" Her eyebrows were locked and she looked very embarrassed.

"My mother asked you to go this time. How can you not go? It's okay. There's me. They won't eat you." Fu qinzun forcibly pulled her up, stuffed her into the room and asked her to change her clothes.

Mu Yansheng reluctantly followed Fu to Fu's house. In order to reduce her sense of existence, she always followed Fu's back and dared not say a word more, even the atmosphere.

"Zun'er, you're back. You haven't been back for months. It makes me feel uneasy." As soon as Lin Shuqing saw Fu qiaozun, he hurriedly welcomed him. In terms of the degree of enthusiasm, he was definitely his own, but mu Yansheng didn't have such treatment. He had been regarded as nothing by them.

"Mom, I'm fine. What's wrong?" Fu qiaozun exchanged greetings for a while, then took Mu Yansheng and went straight in.

"I prepared your favorite dish today and cooked it myself." Lin Shuqing said and went to the kitchen.

"That Yan Sheng, come and help me." As soon as she reached the door, Lin Shuqing stopped, turned her head, looked at Mu Yansheng and shouted.

Although Mu Yansheng was very reluctant to share a room with Lin Shuqing, Lin Shuqing was an elder after all. She called her again. She couldn't refuse, so she had to stand up and follow Lin Shuqing to the kitchen.

Lin Shuqing closed the door on the pretext that there was oil smoke coming out of the kitchen.

Mu Yansheng is picking up a handful of vegetables to clean. Suddenly, he is pulled by Lin Shuqing.

"It's been so long. Why hasn't your stomach moved at all? It shouldn't be the last miscarriage. What's wrong with you?" Lin Shuqing looked up and down at her like a needle and felt, which made her very uncomfortable.

"No." Mu Yansheng lowered her head slightly, her eyes dodged, and her look was not very natural. She really didn't want to take it to the table like this.

"You go to the hospital with me tomorrow. I'll find the best doctor for you and have a good examination. This kind of thing can't be careless." Lin Shuqing's eyebrows wrinkled into eight characters, and the wrinkles on her face rubbed together. The cold in her slightly turbid old eyes surprised her.

"No, I'm not sick." She reluctantly refused. If she didn't have to, it would be embarrassing for the doctor.

"How do you know you're not ill? You haven't had any movement in your stomach for so many days. You've spent $5 million in our Fu family. We all count on your stomach. Who knows you're so unlucky and your children can't keep it. You must go to the hospital with me tomorrow. It's not negotiable." Lin Shuqing blocked her words back. She was so strong that she felt annoying. She also realized once again that her position in the Fu family was just a fertility machine.

"The last time I had an abortion, the doctor said in the hospital that my body was fine. I'd better forget it tomorrow." Mu Yansheng refused again and again, and his face became more and more ugly.

"No, that's it. I'll pick you up tomorrow. You must go to the hospital for examination." Lin Shuqing couldn't help but decide to come down and let her have no room to resist. She had no choice but to be silent. She wanted to go back to discuss with Fu qizun and see if she could not go to the hospital.

In the kitchen, she was careful to make people feel distressed when she did everything. She was afraid to make Lin Shuqing unhappy and attract a scolding. She knew that Fu uniform would not protect her sometimes in front of Lin Shuqing and Fu Zhenyue.

The food was finally ready. She took a long sigh of relief and felt relieved. She walked out behind Lin Shuqing and put the plate in her hand on the table.

"Come, eat." Lin Shuqing looked at Fu uniform, smiled and shouted. Fu uniform and Fu Zhenyue stopped talking and walked up.

"Zun'er, these are your favorite food at ordinary times. They are all made according to your taste. You should eat more today." Lin Shuqing took a lot of dishes for Fu qizun. After watching his plates full, he finally stopped.

"Well, mom, you can sit down and eat. You've been busy for a long time." At the moment, Fu uniform Zun is completely a filial son, immersed in this rare family affection, the cold on his face also hides a lot and shows a lot of warmth.

But mu Yansheng was restless and had no appetite for dinner. She wanted to tell Fu uniform Zun about it, but she didn't know how to speak. She knew that Fu uniform Zun had always been extremely filial to the Fu family. She was afraid that if she said it, Fu uniform Zun would turn to Lin Shuqing and take her to the hospital.

Fu even Zun also discovered her loss and brought her some dishes to comfort her. In fact, Fu even Zun knew that since her miscarriage, the Fu family had been much worse than before. He didn't want to leave her alone, so he tried to pay attention to her and wanted her not to appear so out of place between them.

"Zun'er, in fact, we called you here today because we wanted to tell you something." Lin Shuqing sat opposite and lowered her eyes slightly. She looked embarrassed and didn't look right.

"What's up, you say." Fu looked up and asked with a smile.

However, Mu Yansheng's face has been buried in the bowl, and he has never raised it, and his heart can't help getting nervous.