Strongly Locked Up, Fu Shao’s Dumb New Wife

It was late for Fu Hanchuan to go home that day. After dinner, Su Xiang accompanied Fu Ying to sit on the ground playing cards.

In the past, if he wanted to work overtime or go out to socialize, he would call her to talk about it, but since the cold war between the two, he only notified Song's mother.

Every time Su Xiang pointed to a picture, Fu Ying could tell exactly what was on the card, and he could also speak English.

The two were still in the cold war, so when Fu Hanchuan put the two big boxes of things at her feet, she froze for a moment and looked up at him.

"A gift from a customer, you can eat it yourself if you find it suitable, or give it away if it is inappropriate."

After speaking, he sat down on the sofa, pulled off his tie, and looked tired.

Su Xiang picked up one of the big boxes and looked at it. Fu Ying was also very interested. He lay on her lap and stretched out his little arm to look.

"What do I want?"

The exquisite gift box was pulled out, and the bird's nest, flower glue and shark fin was neatly packed into three grids, and it was still a combination suit. Su Xiang slightly twisted his eyebrows and turned his head to look at Fu Hanchuan.

What customer, give him these?

Although Fu Hanchuan's married identity is known throughout the city, in the eyes of the world, Mrs. Fu is equivalent to nothing.

Fu Ying looked curious, grabbed a bird's nest and put it on his head as a hat, and grinned at her: "Ma Ma, hat and hat."

Su Xiang was amused by him. He picked up the phone and took a few photos of him. Fu Hanchuan sat and watched them playing, his cold expression showed signs of softness.

After taking a shower, Su Xiang uploaded the photos on the phone to the computer.

The hard drive of this computer contains all the photos of Fu Ying, from his birth to now, every day. Su Xiang puts a date on each photo, and if it is a special day, he will write a few words.

In two years, the little guy’s face slowly opened up, becoming more and more like Fu Hanchuan, eyes, eyebrows, nose, lips, only those ears like her, round earlobes, if you look closely, there is a very small one on it. Mole, red.

Fu Hanchuan didn't know when he stood behind her and glanced at her computer, but his eyes were attracted by other things on her desk.

He picked it up and looked at them. They were all filled Chinese medicines. Thinking of what Qiao Ying had said, he asked her calmly, "What is this?"

Su Xiang glanced at it and typed directly on the computer: a medicine that boosts the body's immunity.

Fu Hanchuan's eyes flashed slightly, and she expected that she would not tell him the truth. He put the medicine in front of her: "Why didn't I see you drinking?"

I bought the medicine, but Su Xiang regretted it when I bought it.

If she is really physically weak and stressed, what should I do if I drink this medicine to regulate my body and become pregnant?

She couldn’t really push Fu Hanchuan to the hospital for a physical examination...

She glanced at his lower abdomen secretly, and she didn't expect to be caught by Fu Hanchuan. Fu Hanchuan's face sank and called Mother Song over.

"Go and help your wife heat up the medicine, and remember to watch her drink it every day."

Mother Song agreed, she didn't dare to ask more, and went out with the big bag of medicine.

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Su Xiang was frowning by the Chinese medicine. Fu Hanchuan was half lying on her bed, brushing her ipad, glanced at her, the corner of her lips curled slightly, took a drink from the water glass, and his eyes fell back to the screen.

After Su Xiang drank the medicine, his small face was wrinkled, and he quickly ate a piece of Fu Ying's fruit candy to suppress the bitter taste.

She tilted her head slightly, Yu Guang caught a glimpse of Fu Hanchuan tapping on the tablet, and wondered in her heart, why didn't she go back to his own room.