Strongly Locked Up, Fu Shao’s Dumb New Wife

At the end of the banquet, Chang Yi naturally couldn't let Chang Yan go back in Fu Hanchuan's car.

In the parking lot, the two cars were not far apart. Chang Yan stood at the door, staring at the Bentley she was sitting in when she came, and Chang Yi said coldly behind her: "Aren't you getting in the car? "

Chang Yan looked back at her elder brother, Yang Yanqing gently pushed her, Chang Yan reluctantly got into the car.

After Chang Yi and his wife sat there, they ordered the driver to drive. At this time, Fu Hanchuan's figure appeared from the entrance of the hotel. Chang Yan turned her head and looked at Fu Hanchuan's figure all the way until she couldn't see it.

Yang Yanqing sighed as she looked at the little girl's stupid appearance.

This silly girl still doesn't give up.

"Madam Zhuoya?"

A man's low voice sounded abruptly, and Chang Yan immediately turned her head and looked at her elder brother in panic.

"Big Brother"

Chang Yi raised his hand to stop her from speaking, and changed the direction of the phone, looking coldly at the flustered expression of his little girl.

"Well, it's me, Chang Yi, I'm bothering Madam so late, sorry."

Fu's old house.

Because of a cold spring, the body of Old Man Fu was not very comfortable, Madam Zhuo Ya watched the old man fall asleep peacefully before returning from the small building.

Standing in the garden, she tucked the shawl over her shoulders and said with a smile: "Mr. Chang called so late, what happened to the banquet?"

Chang Yi glanced at his little sister, and said lightly: "The banquet is OK, but there is one thing, I want to ask Madam clearly."

"What's the matter?"

"Mrs. Fu, is Mr. Fu single now?"

Zhuo Ya was startled, her smile slowly sinking, and she slowly said, "Mr. Chang, your question is really abrupt."

In the car, Chang Yan squeezed Chang Yi's arm clothes, shook her head and whispered: "Big brother, don't ask anymore."

She knows the intention of the eldest brother making this call, but she is

Chang Yan hopes to continue to be taken care of by Mrs. Zhuo Ya, but also feels ashamed of her own thoughts.

Fu Hanchuan is married, her identity and self-esteem do not allow her to love him again, but Xin can't control it.

Her heart was extremely contradictory.

Chang Yi said with a sullen face, pulling away the little girl's hand and said solemnly, "Madam, I already know the answer to this question. Please don't give the little girl any more hope, Madam. She still focuses on her studies."

Chang Yi's words sounded polite, but he had already said it very seriously.

The meaning is to stop Mrs. Zhuoya from teasing his younger sister's heart and let her have hope for Fu Hanchuan again.

When Chang Yan heard this, she let go of her fingers in despair, and leaned against Yang Yanqing's arms and started crying.

Chang Yi's tight face softened slightly, but he was still holding the phone, waiting for the other party's answer.

Madam Zhuo Ya held the phone, the light in her eyes was as dark as night.

The Chang family is noble, but what about the Fu family?

It was Chang Yan who was fascinated by Fu Hanchuan, but she just wanted them to happen naturally.

Furthermore, Su Xiang is going to divorce Fu Hanchuan sooner or later, but time is delayed. Since the Chang family is impatient, the Fu family doesn't have to ask them.

Madam Zhuoya stepped towards the main building and said with a smile: "I understand Mr. Chang's meaning. If this is the case, then our two families have no relationship."

After speaking a few more scenes, Madam Zhuoya hung up the phone while standing on the steps of the main building.

Fu Zhengnan came from behind and asked, "Whose phone number?"

Zhuo Ya glanced at him and said faintly: "Chang's."

"Huh?" Fu Zhengnan raised his eyebrows slightly, and the couple walked to the living room together. He said, "What did he call you for?"

Madam Zhuo Ya said lightly: "The Chang family is going to retreat. It seems that this north-south marriage is impossible."

"Oh?" Fu Zhengnan paused, "What's the matter?"

Madam Zhuo Ya walked up the stairs without her face, her face was not very pretty.

Fu Hanchuan's marriage to the dumb boy couldn't be divorced, so no matter what girl she was in the future, Mrs. Fu couldn't change people.

She didn't want to say this to Fu Zhengnan, saying it would only aggravate his dissatisfaction with his son.

Fu Zhengnan watched Madam Zhuo Ya's footsteps sink slightly on the stairs, and frowned slightly.

But it didn't take long before he knew the reason, and the Chang family knew that Fu Hanchuan had not formally divorced yet.

Yu Cangcang was standing in a meaty shop with her mobile phone on the phone. She said, “Now it’s not a feudal era. People can be snatched away by the family. Miss Chang’s status is noble, and she can’t let her be someone else. Your little wife?"

"But it's a pity, you can't join forces with Fu and Chang."

"I listen to your tone, it doesn't seem like a pity." Fu Zhengnan said lightly.

Yu Cangcang bent over slightly, looked at the succulent rows on the shelf, touched his fingers on a pot of Thousand Buddhas, turned his head to the clerk and said, "I want these two pots. Help me install them."

With that, she said to the phone: "From my standpoint, isn't it normal for me to think this way?"

Fu Zhengnan stopped discussing this issue with her anymore, and said at the beginning: "Are you still outside at this time?"

Yu Cangcang glanced at the night outside the window and said, "Well, he should not be in a good mood tonight, I will go see him."

Fu Zhengnan on the other end of the phone silently said, "Well, it makes you bother."

Yu Cangcang smiled lightly and said: "You give me the person, of course I have to do my best. I won't say much, I have to pay the bill."

"Well, go ahead."

Fu Zhengnan hung up the phone, Yu Cangcang took his mobile phone to scan the QR code to pay, and then walked out with a cardboard box, the wind chimes hanging on the door jingle.

The bookstore is open 24 hours a day. Yu Cangcang walked in and walked around a row of bookshelves to see the person she was looking for.

She put down the carton, took out a pot from the inside and placed it in front of the man: "This pot is for you."

Qi Lingyang raised his head, glanced at the fleshy pot, raised his eyebrows slightly and said, "What are you doing for me?"

Yu Cangcang sat down and said with a smile: "Knowing that you are in a bad mood, buy something to coax you."

Qi Lingyang curled his lower lip slightly, moved the potted plant aside, and turned a page of the book.

The bookstore clerk brought the flower tea that Yu Cangcang had ordered. Yu Cangcang picked up the cold coffee and handed it to the clerk, "Take this coffee, thank you."

Qi Lingyang glanced at her, before speaking, Yu Cangcang said: "Drinking coffee so late will make you unable to sleep, drinking scented tea."

She picked up the glass jug, poured two cups of golden scented tea, and said, if pointedly: "Baby chrysanthemum wolfberry, clear the fire."

Qi Lingyang picked up the tea cup and drank: "It's not the first time, it's okay, you can go back."

Being coldly received, being deliberately forgotten, or even being reprimanded, there are too many such things, and I am used to it.

Yu Cangcang smiled with a teacup in his hand, "I just came here, so you tell me to go, do you still have a conscience."

The teacup was pressed against her lips, she glanced at the man from the top of the cup, and suddenly said with a smile, "If I were Su Xiang, wouldn't you rush me away?"

Without lifting his eyelids, Qi Lingyang turned a page of the book, just as he hadn't heard it.

Yu Cangcang put down his teacup, sat up straight, and said seriously: "Fu Hanchuan was taken the position of president because who annoyed him, don't you know?"

Qi Lingyang frowned slightly, he raised his head and said coldly, "What do you want to say?"

Yu Cangcang said: "You know what I'm talking about, don't fight me haha."

She paused, and then said: "I didn't tell him about you, but don't assume that no one knows."

Qi Lingyang sneered: "He doesn't know much. The things I'm doing now are enough to explain."

Yu Cangcang thought for a while, then narrowed his eyes slightly, and said uneasy: "You really don't have any thoughts about her?"

Qi Lingyang stopped making a sound, and flipped through the book.

Yu Cangcang slightly relieved: "It's best to be like this."

She picked up the tea and took a sip: "I know, you think you are similar to Su Xiang, you were squeezed out, and you were deliberately ignored. But you are completely different from her."

"You have your big business to do, but don't miss yourself because of anything."

Qi Lingyang raised his eyes: "I know exactly what I want."

His eyes were cold, but his eyes were clearly written with blazing ambition. Yu Cangcang's lips twitched slightly and said, "It's good if you know."

"After this incident, no one can take anything from you."

"Forbearance, there is a broad sea and sky in front of you."

She picked up the teacup and gestured to Qi Lingyang: "Take tea instead of wine, I want you to promise me that you will go all out."

Qi Lingyang glanced at the teacup she was holding firmly, lowered his eyes to pick up his own, and the two teacups flicked in the air. Although the voice was very soft, it was settled.

Yu Cangcang didn't stay any longer after drinking this cup of scented tea. She picked up another pot of Succulent, and finally said: "Drink so much wine, don't look too late, go back to rest early."

Qi Lingyang held his head with one hand and looked at her lazily: "I see, how old are you, so annoying."

Yu Cangcang wrinkled his nose: "You dare to dislike me. I came to comfort you because of someone who didn't go home so late."

Qi Lingyang laughed, and thanked him insincerely. He glanced at Yu Cangcang's other pot with exactly the same fleshy flesh and asked, "Who is this pot for?"

Yu Cangcang touched the thick leaves, blinked his eyes and said, "What do you think?"

Qi Lingyang understood it: "Okay, I see."

Yu Cangcang took the potted plant and went out.

Qi Lingyang glanced at the pot of succulents left on the table, took a gentle breath, pressed his finger on the pointed leaf tip and retracted it.

Some jab hands.

Fu

The corners of his lips curled up coldly, and the cold light flashed in his eyes.

Huadu Hotel, Room 808.

Fu Hanchuan opened the door and inserted the room card into the power supply. The lights in the room were suddenly bright, and there was no need to look at the huge suite.

No one's sound, cold.

Fu Hanchuan closed the door and walked in. He untied his tie and threw it on the sofa in the room. He stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling window and watched the lights downstairs. He took out his phone and dialed a number.

Su Xiang went back to Chawan after shopping at the supermarket. She studied the steps of making cakes. She just took a shower just now.

She wiped her hair, saw the mobile phone lit by the pillow, and walked over. The caller ID on it made her frown.

What is that man looking for her now?

Su Xiang answered the phone and tapped her finger twice on the screen to show that she was listening.

The man's low voice came through the earpiece: "Let you wait in the hotel, how about people?"

Su Xiang was stunned, only to realize that the message he saw was not a hacked account.

But why does he want her to go to the hotel, and why does she want to listen to him, go wherever she asks to go?

Su Xiang hung up the phone and sent a message: I am not doing hotel services.

Fu Hanchuan looked at the line on the phone, sneered, and called the phone again. He only said two words: "Fu Ying."

Then, he hung up the phone, threw it on the bed, and unbuttoned his shirt as he walked to the bathroom.

Su Xiang was stunned when he heard Fu Ying's name.

For her, Fu Ying is a magical existence, and these two words alone are enough to attract her to pass.

Su Xiang put the towel on the bedside table and immediately went to the closet to change clothes.

When her car was about to drive to the hotel, she suddenly remembered how he didn't let him send Fu Ying's video over to see, proving that her son was really there.

The car was turned off on the parking apron, Su Xiang opened the door and walked in and took the room card at the front desk.

The elevator went straight up, Su Xiang stopped in Room 808 and swiped the card to enter.

The inside was brightly lit, and the bathroom door opened. Fu Hanchuan was only wearing a white bathrobe. Water drops rolled from his smooth skin, and his messy hair was stabbed upright, adding a touch of a man's evil charm.

Su Xiang frowned and put his head away.

Fu Hanchuan threw the towel on her, walked over to the sofa and sat down and said, "Come here and wipe my hair."

Su Xiang squeezed the dry towel in his hand, slandered in his heart, can't he wipe it?

Besides, is she a servant?

Those daughters who accompanied him in and out of various banquets should be happy to do these things for him. The gentle girl tonight looks gentle and virtuous.

Su Xiangchu stayed still, and Fu Hanchuan stared at her: "Are you jealous?"

Su Xiang stared, the ghost was jealous.

"Let you come over, didn't you hear?"

Su Xiang grabbed the towel with one hand, reached into his pocket with the other hand, took out the phone, and re-sent the message she had sent by voice.

"I don't do hotel services."

A sneer appeared in Fu Hanchuan's eyes, and his eyes continued to stare at her for an instant.

Su Xiang was stared at him uncomfortably, and she did nothing wrong, but he stared at him like a sharp edge.

She bowed her head, typed a few more words on the phone, and said in her voice: "Fu Ying, you said he was there."

Fu Hanchuan rested his elbow on the armrest of the sofa, with the back of his hand resting on his chin, and looked at her lazily: "When did I say he was there. Woman, you should understand that, in your current situation, if you want to see Fu Ying , You have to do something."

"Such as hotel services?"

The man's long and narrow eyes showed a wicked smile, and Su Xiang squeezed his fist, rascal.

She pressed her lips and poked her fingers on the screen vigorously. Without waiting for her to turn into a voice, Fu Hanchuan's lazy voice sounded: "This is your own cause."

If she hadn't made her own claim, signed the agreement and made an announcement by herself, leaving Fu's house, she would still be Mrs. Fu who lives on Guhua Road.

Su Xiang squeezed his fingers hard, deleted the words on the phone one by one, took the towel and walked over.

She wrapped the towel around his hair and rubbed it a few times like venting, and suddenly she was hit **** her buttocks.

The man said: "Dare to tell me to get off, wipe it well!"

Su Xiang endured forbearance and softened the movements of his hands.

The damp hair passed through her palms, pierced hard, his breath also smelled of alcohol.

The man continued to prop his head and closed his eyes, as if he was asleep.

Su Xiang dried his hair and took a step back, preparing to put the drenched towel back into the bathroom, and just turned around, suddenly a thick arm came out of her waist and embraced her.

Su Xiang was caught off guard and fell onto the man's lap.

"Don't move." The man's chin rested on her shoulders, and the alcohol in his mouth became stronger at such a close distance.

Su Xiang gestured with his fingers.

I'll put a towel.

Fu Hanchuan took the towel in her hand and put it on the coffee table next to him. In the morning, the customer service cleaning would take care of it and ask her to run around and do something.

"I'm very tired, don't move." The man said in a low voice, with his chin resting on her shoulder, he continued to close his eyes, "Press for me."

Su Xiang tilted his head slightly and saw the man's tired face.

The occasions like banquets seem to be glamorous, but in fact, every word you say to people is laborious, and it hurts your body to drink a glass of wine.

Su Xiang softened somewhere in his heart, turned his body to a different position, pressed his fingers on his temples, and helped him get a massage.

As time passed, Su Xiang's fingers became a little sore. At this time, Fu Hanchuan opened his eyes, grasped her wrists, and said in a low voice: "It's okay."

The distance between the two is very close, and she can feel the temperature on his body.

And at this time, his eyes were no longer full of aggression, and there was temperature in them.

The man looked at a small face close at hand, her face was white with a thin layer of pink, and there was a soft halo under the light.

The eyebrows are faint, the long eyelashes tremble, the clear water eyes are shaking slightly, the small nose seems to be afraid to breathe hard, the breath is soft, the red lips are slightly opened, like two pieces The petals of red begonia are delicate and timid.

Being watched like this, Su Xiang felt that the heart in her chest was beating up quickly, she moved her lower lip slightly, and in the next second, her lips were sealed.

After a while, the man let go of her after a long time, and the two panted against their foreheads.

The clothes on both of them were loosened and half covered, and Su Xiang's sour body was lying on Fu Hanchuan's chest.

She could clearly feel his steady and powerful heartbeat, just under the ribs, just separated by a layer of muscle.

Her hair was wet with sweat, draped messy on her shoulders, her misty eyes looked over, like a little fox demon.

The man's Adam's apple rolled down and walked to the bed holding her.

When he was about to perform the second time, Su Xiang raised his hand against his chest and gestured with his fingers.

Fu Ying’s birthday is about to come. The old house has a lunar calendar. Will you leave me with the birthday in the solar calendar?

Fu Hanchuan frowned slightly, Su Xiang and Fu's family were so stiff, it would be impossible to go back to celebrate his birthday this year.

He hummed and agreed, his fingers peeled off her clothes, and the thin was lifted and both of them were wrapped in it.

After another time of lingering, Su Xiang was resting on the man's arm, and his symmetrical and steady breathing sounded from his ear.

Su Xiang looked at him, closed the eyes under his thick eyebrows, and no longer had the oppressive feeling of being stared at. He had a tall nose and thin **** lips.

She always knew that he was good-looking, but because he always felt cold and inaccessible, Su Xiang was subconsciously afraid of him.

As long as he makes a look, her resistance will be discounted.

Su Xiang looked at it silently for a while and closed her eyes, but she couldn't sleep with something in her heart.

The hanging relationship between them is no different from living apart. She doesn't know exactly where Fu Hanchuan put her and what he wants to do.

They only need to submit the divorce agreement to the Civil Affairs Bureau, and their divorce certificate can be processed.

But he always provokes her again when he cools her.

Su Xiang sighed inwardly, frowned, opened the quilt and sat up. As soon as his feet touched the ground, the man behind him woke up.

"where to?"

Su Xiang turned his head and gestured.

hungry.

She is indeed a little hungry.

When I went to the supermarket, I saw him and other women driving to the banquet in a car. She was in a bad mood at the time and only bought things in the supermarket and went back.

After dinner, I just dealt with it casually and went to study making cakes, and then he was called over to squeeze her stamina out.

Su Xiang got off the bed, picked up the clothes on the floor and put them on one by one. To her surprise, the sound of wearing clothes was also heard from behind.

Su Xiang turned to look, and Fu Hanchuan was already buttoning his shirt.

He glanced at her and said, "Go together."

It was late at night, and the hotel did not provide food. Su Xiang originally planned to eat something to cushion his belly when he saw a food stall on the way back home, and then went home to sleep.

Fu Hanchuan got dressed, put on the watch on the bedside table, and copied the phone into his pocket.

Su Xiang glanced at him, picked up the handbag on the table, and the two went out together.

Qiao Shen drove Fu Hanchuan over. At this moment, the car had been driven away, so he had to get into Su Xiang's car.

The narrow space makes a man with a tall stature shrunk. Fu Hanchuan has never taken a car driven by Su Xiang in his life.

He has a long face, and his mood is not very beautiful.

Su Xiang Yuguang glanced at the man's silent face, and the corners of his lips were slightly bent.

Mr. Fu, who has never been domineering, rarely sees him so aggrieved.

There were not many late-night snack shops open at one or two in the morning. Su Xiang looked for his way and drove over and finally saw that a food stall was still open.

Su Xiang stopped the car on the side of the road, and the two got out of the car together.

Those who don't sleep at this time are all night owls, playing games, playing cards and singing.

Fu Hanchuan frowned and looked at the dirty and noisy storefront in front of him. There was no hygienic attack, and he sat down on an empty seat.

Su Xiang blinked and glanced at the store. He didn't even think it was dirty?

When she was in the Fu family, although she was not recognized as Mrs. Fu, she was also a wealthy wife who was bound in a frame. She had to be elegant in her manners and pay attention to eating and drinking.

Since leaving the Fu's house, she has lived alone. She has learned how to feel free and unrestrained. She can eat food at food stalls and roadside stalls.

On the contrary, Fu Hanchuan seemed to be familiar with this kind of food stalls. He ordered a few barbecues and fan soup, but his handmade suit was incompatible with the environment here.

Su Xiang squeezed the spoon, let the fans take a bite, and looked at the man seated from above the casserole through the misty heat.

Fu Hanchuan glanced at her: "What are you looking at?"

Su Xiang put down his chopsticks and wrote on the phone: "Have you eaten food stalls before?"

Fu Hanchuan said: "When racing in the past, I often went out with them for supper with them."

The children of their families, not all of them are people who dislike the roadside stalls with their shelves. At that time, he was not as cold and unfavorable as he is now.

"At that time we came out often to play. It was common to have supper in the evening. Do you think I don't eat these?"

Su Xiang pursed his lips, lowered his head and continued to eat.

She didn't know his past, but when he talked about racing, there must be Lu Weiqi.

Su Xiang fell silent for a moment, poking the thin slices of beef in the casserole again and again, and she stabbed the fans into the bits and pieces of meat.

Fu Hanchuan glanced at her, wondering what happened to her.

But this woman was already dumb and not talkative. Fu Hanchuan picked out the beef slices from his casserole and put it to her.

Su Xiang glanced at him and ate all the precious slices of beef.

Fu Hanchuan snorted, then picked out the coriander and chives from him and put it in her casserole.

"You have a bad temper, this can make you smell a little bit worse."

Su Xiang glared at him, who had a bad temper, and no one could smell too bad at him.

She immediately picked up the chopsticks and returned it.

Both of them didn't eat coriander and chives very much, but Su Xiang could accept a little bit. Fu Hanchuan didn't eat it at all. Both of them forgot to say when they ordered.

In the past, Su Xiang used to cook the scallions and then fry the onion oil for cooking. This man is so difficult to serve, and even said that she has a bad temper.

The two went back and forth, and after becoming naive, Su Xiang picked up the coriander leaves and looked at Fu Hanchuan and stopped talking.

"Why, just say something." The man glanced at her.

Su Xiang silently, put down his chopsticks and spoon, freed his hands and gestured.

Why open a room in a hotel?

He could go to Chawan, but why did he open a hotel room?

This made her feel like his lover even more, and the hotel was a place for them to rendezvous.

Fu Hanchuan looked at her silently for a moment, and slowly rubbed the phalanx of his index finger with his thumb.

He tucked one corner of his lips, his smile revealed some evil intentions: "The hotel is very convenient, don't you think it is more interesting?"

Su Xiang licked his lips and glanced at him, and had nothing to answer.

Fun?

Secretly, probably

The two ate in silence for a while, and the casserole fans did not finish all of them, but they seemed to have no intention of eating anymore.

Fu Hanchuan put down his chopsticks and said, "I have almost eaten. I will call a taxi back here."

It means that there is no need for Su Xiang to send him back to the hotel, or the Guhua Road.

Su Xiang took out a tissue and wiped his lips, and finally gestured.

Don't forget what you promised.

After finishing talking, she picked up the handbag and stood up with the car key, and walked to the car.

Fu Hanchuan put his hands in his pockets, watching the car disappear into the night, and reaching out to stop a passing taxi.

Two cars, one north and one south, don't pass by.

Fu Hanchuan's eyes were light, looking at the night outside the window.

He didn't need to tell her that someone was watching his movements.

With her sensitivity, I am afraid that she will lose her temper again.

He didn't want her to cause any more trouble, especially at this critical juncture.

He admits that she has a certain attraction to him, but she has not yet made a choice