Strongly Locked Up, Fu Shao’s Dumb New Wife

"Ah-" With a dull pant, the man turned over and rested for a while, then sat up and touched the smoke on the bedside table. With the sound of "ding", in addition to the rich and luxurious smell, there was a touch of faintness in the air. Smoke smell.

After Su Xiang had endured the man's demands, he got out of bed, bent over and picked up the nightgown that had been thrown on the ground, and dragged his sore body into the bathroom in the dim light.

She doesn't need to look back, because knowing that there is no loving and pitying look behind her, not even a cold look.

When the shower was sprinkled, the water temperature was cold at first, so she just stood under the shower, washing herself inside and out.

He doesn't love her, but he wants her again and again, the kind without feelings.

Inside and out...Because she had a serious adverse reaction to contraceptive pills and he didn't like to wear a condom, she could only use this stupid way.

She knows that this kind of washing is not clean, but she is really afraid that she will become pregnant, if she is pregnant...

He refused to stay...

Coming out of the bathroom, the bedside lamp that emitted dim light had gone out. It was so dark that he couldn't see clearly, and the smell of smoke in the air became stronger.

Su Xiang has long been used to it, he touched the doorknob and opened the door to go out.

In the second bedroom, she half sat on the bed, looking at the marriage certificate in her hand.

This red marriage certificate was in tatters and was taped up again. Whether it was the photo above or the signatures of two people, it was full of cracks.

She still remembered that she tore the certificate to pieces in hysterical crying, and he only said indifferently: stick it up.

Pressing the marriage certificate under the pillow, she lay back under the blanket and closed her eyes.

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Su Xiang needs to get up early to set up breakfast.

Fu Ying's soft body hugged her legs and raised his head to show her white millet teeth: "Ma Ma, early."

Su Xiang bent over, squeezed his son's soft and cute face, hugged him up, and then reduced the fire on the stove, holding his son back to his baby room.

Fu Ying is more than one year old and less than two years old. He walks swayingly and speaks simply, but the child is clever and naughty. After he can walk, he will often crawl out of his bed.

Su Xiang changed his diapers, then put on the cute little prince children's clothes, and hugged him to brush his teeth and wash his face.

After washing his face, the little guy ran out again while Su Xiang was tidying up.

Su Xiang put a ball of baby cream on his palm and chased him out, and caught up with him when he was in the corridor.

The little guy was hugged by Fu Hanchuan, his fleshy little body supported by his powerful arms. He was wearing a shirt and trousers without a trace of wrinkles, and a suit on his arm, which he used to wear before going to work.

The little guy played with his tie and stuffed his mouth again, Su Xiang stepped forward and pulled out his little hand, shook his head at him, the little guy grinned at her, and revealed his white millet teeth.

Fu Hanchuan put the child on the ground, and the little guy was about to run as soon as his feet touched down. Su Xiang grabbed him and rubbed the baby cream on his soft little face.

There was a faint smell of burnt in the air. Su Xiang was startled, and quickly got up and ran to the kitchen, jumping with pain when he accidentally kicked the chair.

"Ah—" The unpleasant voice was harsh, like the sound of an untuned string being forcibly pulled out.

Seeing the man's frowning eyebrows, Su Xiang immediately suppressed his voice and hurriedly ran to the kitchen.

She is dumb and can't speak.