Strongly Locked Up, Fu Shao’s Dumb New Wife

Fu Zhengnan flipped up a page of the book, without lifting his head, he said, "I don't see that he has the ability to be president. He wants to come back and let him show his skills."

Madam Zhuo Ya gritted her teeth: "Fu Zhengnan!"

Fu Zhengnan put down the book, raised his chin, and looked at his wife indifferently: "Zhuoya, the company is not a place for you to be arrogant. I don't care how you dominate at home, but in the company, you must follow the rules. Who has the ability, who superior!"

The deep and majestic voice fell, Madam Zhuoya clenched her fists, she sneered: "Does Hanchuan have the ability to sit in the position of the president? Does it still need to be proved?"

"You are just using this excuse, who do you want to support?"

Fu Zhengnan didn't move his gaze, he could only look at her fixedly. Every time he said a word, he tapped his finger on the table and said in a low voice: "I said, let him show his skills."

"What happened last time made the people on the board lose their confidence in him. Let him sit on the referee again, can he sit still?"

Madam Zhuo Ya was indisputable, and she took a deep sigh. Fu Zhengnan's words in Fu were the heaviest. He didn't let it go. It would be useless for her to lose her temper.

At the moment, the only chance for Fu Hanchuan to return to the position of president is the acquisition of Shengtang Technology.

This technology company, she has understood, is now a hot cake in the investment industry, and many investment tycoons are staring at it. Now Fu Hanchuan is no longer the president, and the weight of what she says is not as high as before. On the contrary, it is a lot more. It’s not easy to complete the acquisition.

Madam Zhuo Ya stared at Fu Zhengnan angrily: "Anyway, you just don't let him get better!"

Fu Zhengnan said: "Fu Hanchuan is my son. I want him to work harder. What's the problem?"

Madam Zhuo Ya sneered disdainfully: "Really?"

She lowered her eyebrows and warned: "It's best to do what you said, otherwise, I won't make you feel better!"

When Mrs. Zhuoya left the study, Fu Zhengnan stopped her and said, "Fu Hanchuan, are you still in contact with that woman?"

Madam Zhuo Ya paused, then glanced behind her back and said, "No."

After speaking, he went out.

That woman naturally refers to Su Xiang.

All the shame of the Fu family was caused by her, and Fu Hanchuan was deposed because of her. How could she let that woman return to the Fu family again!

After Madam Zhuo Ya walked out of the study, her brows were drowned.

Although the woman had left the Fu family, the divorce procedures for the two had not been completed.

This is also one of the reasons why Fu Zhengnan has been dragging and refusing to let Fu Hanchuan reset.

Madam Zhuo Ya moved in her heart, thinking of something, and a smile appeared on her face, and she started to walk briskly.

In the next few days, Madam Zhuoya continued to wander in the circle of the noble ladies. She was still the noblest lady of Zhongxing Pengyue. She went to the mall to buy jewellery and listened to dramas in the Zen room, tea and theater. And beside her, there is no shortage of rich, elegant and beautiful family daughters to accompany her.

Everyone knows that the dumb wife of the Fu family is out. Although Fu Hanchuan was divorced once and had a son by her side, it did not prevent women from favoring him.

In the beginning of spring, Mrs. Fu’s vacant position has made the ladies compete again.

Fu's Building.

At the door of Fu Hanchuan's office, the golden sign symbolizing the status of the president has been taken off. Fu Hanchuan is still working here, but as long as the next president takes office, it is difficult to guarantee who is sitting here.

As soon as Madam Zhuoya walked to the door, she felt a sigh of relief in her heart. She didn't feel it before, but now she feels uncomfortable looking at it.

She knocked on the door and walked in. Fu Hanchuan raised her head to see her come in, yelled and said hello, and went back to work again.

Madam Zhuoya walked to the table and looked at the documents he had laid out on the table. The pile of documents next to her was about a foot thick, and she couldn't help but feel more distressed.

He is no longer the president, and there are fewer manpower to deploy, and he can only do many things by himself.

Fu Hanchuan raised his head and glanced at her: "Mom, what's the matter with you?"

Madam Zhuo Ya folded several documents on the table together, moved out an open space, and put the heat-preserving pot in her hand on the table and said: "I asked Sister Xia to cook ginseng chicken soup for you. You can drink a little first. "

Fu Hanchuan frowned slightly, and took the soup bowl from Madam Zhuo Ya.

Madam Zhuoya sat down on the opposite chair: "I think your complexion has been much worse recently. Haven't you eaten properly?"

Fu Hanchuan took a sip of the soup and said, "No, I'm busy at work."

While speaking, he had read a page of information and made some comments on it.

Madam Zhuo Ya sighed, picked up a page of documents and looked at it: "These are all information about Shengtang Technology?"

"Um."

Madame Zhuo Ya said dissatisfied: "If it wasn't for that woman, you wouldn't be so tired."

Fu Hanchuan drank the soup. The ginseng taste of this chicken soup was too strong, not as bright as Su Xiang stew.

Speaking of it, since the woman moved out, she hasn't eaten what she made for a long time.

Fu Hanchuan put the empty soup bowl aside and said, "Mom, I didn't become the president before. Didn't I also come here?"

People from the Fu family would not directly let him sit on the position of president just because he was Fu Hanchuan, nor did he earn it himself.

It's just going up from the trough one more time.

Madam Zhuo Ya said: "I think you wasted time."

A good hand of cards, because of that woman, and the cards have to be reshuffled. Can she not be angry!

As she said, she clicked her chin at the information and said, "This Shengtang Technology, is it sure?"

"What your father meant, as long as you can successfully acquire and shut up the group of people on the board of directors, the position of president will remain yours."

Fu Hanchuan twitched his lips, then he would shut up those old guys forever!

Madam Zhuoya was relieved seeing his expression. This son, apart from letting her down on the issue of women, hadn't let her down yet.

She faintly said, "When will the divorce procedures between you and Su Xiang be completed?"

Fu Hanchuan looked at the document intently as if he hadn’t heard it. Madam Zhuo Ya reached over, took the document in his hand, and said sternly: “Shanchuan, this woman, I won’t allow you to take it home again. ."

"I don't think I need to tell you about the powerful relationship here again!"

Fu Hanchuan pressed his thin lips, his eyes flowed slowly, his fingers curled up slowly, and then he loosened, he said: "I will deal with it."

Hearing his answer, Mrs. Zhuo Ya was not satisfied. She said: "I have heard your answer too many times. What I want is not your perfunctory, and it's useless if you drag it."

Her voice cooled down and said, "May I tell you, Fu Hanchuan's wife cannot be vacant for too long."

"That woman is already out. You have nothing to do with her after finishing the divorce procedures, so that she can find a man who can tolerate her and love her, and spend the rest of her life well."

There was no change in Fu Hanchuan's face, and he slowly rubbed his two fingers, as if listening, but also as if not paying attention.

Madam Zhuoya glanced at him. No matter how much she said, she also knew that the son's wings were stiff, and she could no longer control it.

But the reality has taught him a good lesson, and he can't help but not bow his head.

She said in a relaxed tone: "Also, make time tonight and go home for dinner."

Fu Hanchuan frowned upon hearing this. Since the last conflict with Fu Zhengnan, the relationship between the father and son has not been reconciled, and Fu Hanchuan has not returned to the Fu family's old house.

Madam Zhuoya knew what he was thinking and said, "Why, I don't want to go home anymore? No matter what, he is still your dad."

Fu Hanchuan sounded like an um, looked at the file again, and said lightly: "I got it."

When Madam Zhuo Ya saw that he had agreed, she turned and left.

In the evening, Fu Hanchuan took Fu Ying back to the old house and frowned when he saw a white car parked at the door.

Lao He stood at the door waiting for him to get off. Fu Hanchuan asked, "Who owns that car?"

Lao He put his hands on his lower abdomen, and said with a respectful smile: "Mr. Fu goes in and takes a look."

Fu Hanchuan Yu Guang glanced at the car again, and walked inside.

There was a voice in the living room. As soon as Madam Zhuo Ya looked up, she saw Fu Hanchuan coming in and said with a smile: "We are all here, we are ready for dinner. Sister Xia, go and bring the soup."

"Madam, let me come." A soft female voice sounded, and a sweet-looking girl was smiling slightly, shyly and shyly, with her hands in Madam Zhuoya's arms.

Madam Zhuoya patted her hand and said with a smile: "Okay, you stew the soup, you go get it."

The back of watching the girl go to the kitchen all the way, and then she retracted her gaze, smiled and glanced at Fu Hanchuan and said, "She is Chang Tingkuan’s youngest daughter, Chang Yan, in her sophomore year. She went to the hall quietly and quietly. , I can go to the kitchen, it's pretty good, right?"

Chang Tingkuan, the richest man in Nancheng last year, started as a shipping company and started in the construction industry. It is said that one third of Nancheng's real estate properties belonged to the Chang family. The two sons underneath expanded the commercial territory of the Chang family.

Fu Hanchuan's face is calm, can he still not understand this routine?

Fu Hanchuan didn't say anything, and took Fu Ying's little hand to sit on the dining table.

Chang Yan brought out a pot of stewed turtle soup and placed it on the center of the pot.

The soup has been simmered for more than two hours. The color of the soup is clear. There is only a thin layer of oily flowers floating on the water. The turtle sinks quietly on the bottom of the water. A circle of white quail eggs is next to it. Delicious.

Chang Yan glanced at Fu Hanchuan quietly, a thin layer of red fainted on her face, she didn't know if it was hot or shy.

She stroked her skirt and was about to sit down. At this moment, Madam Zhuo Ya pulled her to sit down beside Fu Hanchuan.

"There are vacant seats here. How can I eat after sitting so far?"

Chang Yan's face turned redder, and Mrs. Zhuoya glanced at Fu Hanchuan and said, "Ms. Chang is the first time to come to our house for dinner. Try this soup."

"I heard from Miss Chang's sister-in-law that Miss Chang has practiced good cooking skills, and whoever wants to marry you home will be a blessing."

She glanced at Fu Hanchuan again, this meaning was already very obvious.

Fu Hanchuan only lowered his head to drink the soup, took out the chopped green onion and poured it on the side of the plate, and said: "There is a servant at home who is cooking, and if you want to drink the soup, you just need to give it. Mother, you also told Sister Xia to make the soup today. ?"

Fu Hanchuan rarely speaks so shamelessly in front of outsiders. Mrs. Zhuo Ya kicked him under the table and winked at him. Can he speak well?

Chang Yan blushed and said embarrassedly: "Madam laughed, it's just normal craftsmanship."

She looked at the green onions in the small dish in front of Fu Hanchuan, bit her lower lip, and secretly noted that she would not put the green onions in the soup in the future.

"How is this a general craft? I heard your sister-in-law say that you are studying the recipes in the Dream of Red Mansions. Let us know when you are free."

Chang Yan Yu Guang glanced at Fu Hanchuan, blushing and said, "It's okay to cook, just because you are afraid of being laughed at."

After going back and forth here, Fu Hanchuan always ate the food in silence, occasionally picking up a chopstick or two for Fu Ying and letting him eat by himself.

The little guy eats obediently with a spoon, with rice grains on his mouth. Fu Hanchuan saw it and wiped him with a tissue.

Chang Yan looked at the man taking care of his children, and her heart poked.

In this way, a man who takes care of his children and has a strong working ability and looks good, who doesn't like it?

After dinner, a crowd of people sat in the living room drinking tea and digesting food.

Fu Zhengnan folded his legs, took a sip of tea, and asked casually, "Miss Chang, your brother is coming to Beicheng this time for Shengtang Technology, right?"

Aristocratic families like them basically started in industry, and emerging technology companies are areas that all major old-school group companies want to make up for.

Chang Yan replied cleverly: "My father and my brothers take care of the company, and I don't know about company affairs."

The Chang family has two sons. The youngest daughter, Chang Yan, is the jewel of the Chang family. Not only the two couples of the Chang family love her, but also her brothers and sisters. As long as it is what she likes, she will do whatever she wants and never force her.

Fu Zhengnan raised his eyebrows, glanced at Madam Zhuo Ya, bowed his head and took a sip of tea.

Madam Zhuo Ya smiled, looking at Chang Yan's eyes more satisfied.

Beicheng Fu's family, Nancheng Chang's family, if they can be married, the North and the South will join forces.

Such a Fu family is even more solid.

Fu's wife doesn't need to be a strong woman in a shopping mall. It's okay to have a family with a deep family. It's even better to look at it this way.

Fu Hanchuan is too strong, and it is good to have a woman who can help him in his career, but if the husband and wife have different opinions, it is easy to argue, just like her and Fu Zhengnan, after a long time, they will become a close match.

No matter how strong a woman is, it's better to return to the family to take care of the family. Chang Yan is gentle and virtuous, and knowledgeable.

Hundreds of steel-making is gentle, but in fact, the one who can hold the heart of a man the most, is not that gentle and pleasant?

In Fu Zhengnan's view, Chang Yan's advantage is that regardless of company affairs, she will not be as aggressive as Mrs. Zhuo Ya.

Moreover, the Chang family's family background is very satisfying.

Fu Zhengnan glanced at Fu Hanchuan and said faintly: "If the Chang's family also likes Shengtang Technology, then you have to deal with it carefully. Chang's second master, it's not just talk about it."

The corners of Fu Hanchuan's lips twitched slightly, and he didn't say anything, but Chang Yan looked at both sides a little anxiously.

Brothers, are you trying to grab business with the Fu family? Then she

"You are still talking about the company at home, can't you stop for a while? Miss Chang came to our house for the first time, don't let people think that our men only have work."

Madam Zhuo Ya said, and brought the topic to Chang Yan and Fu Hanchuan, calmly letting the two know each other better.

At first, Fu Hanchuan was able to show some face with patience. After another half an hour, he checked the time, got up and said, "I have something to do, so I will return first."

He glanced at Chang Yan, nodded faintly at her, and walked out holding Fu Ying.

The little guy lay on Fu Hanchuan's back, biting his little hand and looking at the big sister.

Why does she look at his papa like that? He doesn't like it.

The little guy suddenly stuck out his tongue, made a grimace at Chang Yan, and turned his head and hugged Fu Hanchuan's neck tightly.

Baba is his and Ma Ma!

Chang Yan was taken aback, a little embarrassed. When she retracted her gaze, she met Mrs. Zhuoya's sight. She smiled embarrassedly, and Mrs. Zhuoya said, "Shanchuan is a workaholic, he has a lot of work on hand, and he often just focuses on work and other things. It doesn't matter."

Chang Yan smiled and said, "My brothers are all the same, but my sister-in-laws are very considerate of them."

Madame Zhuo Ya pointedly said: "Oh? Under the influence of her sister-in-laws, Ms. Chang must be a girl who is personally posted?"

After Su Xiang could walk down the ground, he dismissed the nurse and rented an apartment to live in.

Although living alone, the quality of life is not bad. The 90-square-meter apartment is spacious enough for one person. The house is brightly lit, and the balcony can also grow flowers and bask in the sun.

But during this time she is busy with exams, it is impossible to enjoy life.

Su Xiang made vegetables and bacon rice for dinner, and made a sea seaweed tofu soup. As soon as he sat down at the table, someone knocked at the door.

Thinking it was a courier, when the door was opened, Fu Hanchuan stood at the door holding Fu Ying.

Su Xiang is of course very happy to see his son, but he doesn't have a good face to that man.

She didn't understand why he didn't live in the big villa, and came over to squeeze a small apartment with her.

Fu Hanchuan's complexion was not pretty. He walked in right away, and when he passed the restaurant, he saw a steaming dinner on the table, turned his feet, and sat down directly at the table.

Su Xiang walked over with Fu Ying and saw Fu Hanchuan sitting in her seat and eating her dinner.

Su Xiang had forgotten the time of reading, and only had dinner now, but her dinner fell into the belly of the man. She angrily said in her voice: "Have you not eaten?"

Fu Ying looked at the delicious bowl of vegetable rice, bit his fingers and said, "Ma Ma, I want to eat it too."

Su Xiang glanced at his son, there was no voice.

The little guy was sitting on Fu Hanchuan's lap. The father and son were using a bowl. Su Xiang went into the kitchen, scraped the pot clean, and walked out with a small bowl of rice. She glanced suspiciously at the man.

How can he look weird today.

After taking a few bites, Fu Hanchuan wiped his mouth and said to Su Xiang: "Make more tomorrow."

Su Xiang glanced at him speechlessly, why?

Although Fu Hanchuan came here these days, he often came very late, and he seldom brought Fu Ying to come back late and leave early.

In order to see Fu Ying more than the agreement with Mrs. Zhuo Ya, Su Xiang also tolerated him, but why she had to make his dinner again.

They said they were separating, separating! Does he understand!

Fu Hanchuan didn't talk too much nonsense with her, just a look in his eyes crushed Su Xiang to death.

He has her weakness in his hands.

Su Xiang pursed his lips, swallowed his breath, and went to the kitchen to wash the dishes and chopsticks with his bowl.

Fu Ying followed into the kitchen, pulled her trouser legs, and said softly: "Grandma's food is not delicious, you want to eat it."

The little guy hugged her leg, showing absolute loyalty to her.

Su Xiang glanced in the direction of the living room. It turned out that he had gone to the Fu's old house.

But Sister Xia's craftsmanship in the old house of the Fu family is not bad, how could it not taste good.

Su Xiang came out after washing the dishes and chopsticks. Fu Hanchuan was no longer in the living room. She was probably going to work again. She took out Fu Ying's toys and accompany him to build blocks. At this moment, someone in the room called her name.

"Su Xiang, come here."

Su Xiang frowned, and the man was bothering her again.

She asked Fu Ying to play with toys obediently, got up and went to the room, and she saw Fu Hanchuan leaning back on the chair with one hand covering his nose.

Fu Hanchuan heard footsteps behind him and asked, "Is there any cotton?"

Nosebleeds flowed down his fingers, Su Xiang quickly took a few tissues to cover his nose, and asked him to sit upright.

A big man can't even get such a simple nosebleed.

She lives in this small apartment and has not had time to prepare the medicine box, where the cotton comes from.

Su Xiang took a piece of paper towel and rolled it up and stuffed it in his nose, temporarily stopping the blood.

Fu Hanchuan frowned and walked to the bathroom to wash his hands. When he looked up, he saw a long strip of white paper between the nose of a man in the mirror.

The brow furrowed tighter.

This look

Fu Hanchuan, when has he been so embarrassed.

Fu Hanchuan stretched out his hand and wanted to take out the strip of tissues. Did this dead woman fix him?

Just about to pull it out, Su Xiang just walked in, held his arm and shook his head.

It was blocked for a while, and the blood hadn't stopped yet, and the nosebleed again after pulling it out.

Su Xiang held back his laugh, squeezed a cold water towel, pulled him out, let him lie down, and put the towel on his nose.

This helps the capillaries in the nostrils to constrict.

But why is this a good nosebleed?

Su Xiang glanced at him, then looked back at the documents he had brought.

He seems to be busier than before. She just took a look at the thick materials. They are all technical terms, both in Chinese and English.

So busy, what are you doing on both sides?

Su Xiang gestured in sign language.

Fu Hanchuan looked at Su Xiang's quiet eyebrows, and twitched the corners of his lips and said, "If you know I'm busy, you should make me less troublesome, and make me less angry. Make some good soup to supplement your man with nourishment, I'm like this. Don't you feel ashamed to come to satisfy you after hard work?"

Su Xiang blushed, how did he say these shameless words seriously!

Who satisfies whom?

Su Xiang glared at him, turned and walked out.

Looking at her back, Fu Hanchuan chuckled lightly, took the towel off and put it on the bedside table, the smile in his eyes slowly cooled.

He got up and walked to the desk, and continued to organize the information.

Shengtang Technology, he must win!