Strongly Locked Up, Fu Shao’s Dumb New Wife

Fu Hanchuan looked unsmiling, Madam Zhuo Ya glanced at him. In the past few years, it's hard to see a smile on his face. It has always been so cold.

She frowned and said, "Aren't you still obsessed with that woman?"

With a moment of excitement, Mrs. Zhuo Ya's voice couldn't help but raise her voice: "For the past three years, Chang Yan has been by your side, and Chang Yan has taken care of Fu Ying. There is hard work without credit, so do you ignore it?"

Only then did Fu Hanchuan's expressionless face fluctuate. He looked at her indifferently and said, "Mother, how did she leave, do you want me to tell you?"

"I" Madam Zhuo Ya was so blushing that she couldn't speak for a while, and Fu Hanchuan turned around and walked in the room without waiting for her to say anything.

Madam Zhuo Ya was about to say a word, looking at her son's tall and straight back, she thought about it and swallowed it back.

After all, Chang Yan is still here. If it doesn't look good to quarrel, and the woman probably won't come back, there is no need to repeat the old things to make their mother-child relationship worse.

Fu Hanchuan walked into the living room with a calm face. Fu Ying was fascinated by TV. As soon as Fu Hanchuan came in, he said, "Go back."

Fu Ying was thrown at the game console today. Now he finally sees the cartoon he likes, his eyebrows are frowned, and his small face shows no pain. Come on, muttering and reluctant to move: "It's almost over. I will watch it later. Leave when finished."

Seeing Fu Hanchuan's increasingly heavy expression, Chang Yan whispered: "Fu Ying is leaving, your father is going to be angry."

Fu Ying glanced quietly, even though he was unhappy, he was still stunned. He only moved his buttocks in a daunting manner. After he got off the sofa, his **** was still attached to the edge of the sofa. It could be dragged for a while.

Regarding Fu Ying's careful consideration, Fu Hanchuan's voice became more stern when he saw it, "Do you want me to say it again?"

Listening to Lao Tzu's low voice, Fu Ying curled his lips unhappily, and reluctantly went to carry his little schoolbag.

Chang Yan looked at the pitiful Fu Ying and said, "It's rare that he finished his homework so early today, so let him leave after reading it. It's not a few minutes away."

Fu Hanchuan didn't answer her words, and waited for Fu Ying to come over with his schoolbag on his back, and walked out of the house with long legs.

Mother Song didn't dare to say anything at this time. Seeing her husband left, she naturally followed him.

Chang Yan had no choice but to follow her and said to Madam Zhuoya who had walked in: "Then Madam, I'll go back first."

Madam Zhuoya smiled and said with satisfaction: "Fortunately, you are taking care of this child. Look at his temper."

As soon as Su Xiang left, Fu Ying lost his mother, and Fu Hanchuan had a sullen face all day long. Only his father took care of the grown-up children, and his temper tended to become weird. It would be better to have Chang Yan with him.

So Mrs. Zhuoya hopes that the two of them can get married, so that Fu Hanchuan can have a woman by his side to take care of their father and son. There is also a new wife in the Fu family, which is good for the Fu family. This is a wonderful thing, and I don’t know him Mrs. Zhuo Ya was upset when she thought about how she thought about it, and she didn't think about it anymore.

Chang Yan smiled and said: "Shanchuan is busy with work, I just have nothing to do with Fu Ying to play."

Madam Zhuoya smiled faintly, nodded and said, "Fortunately, you are sensible, and wait patiently."

She turned her head and glanced at the father and son who were about to walk to the door: "Okay, you can go there too."

Chang Yan let out an "um", glanced at the man who had completely melted into the night, and followed closely.

The car stopped quietly at the door, Chang Yan got in the car, Fu Hanchuan told the driver to drive, and then continued to stare at the computer and started to work.

Fu Ying hugged his arms and pouted, still not very happy, Chang Yan teased him, and looked at Fu Hanchuan from the end of her eyes and said, "Shanchuan, did you quarrel with Mrs. Zhuoya again today?"

"After this physical examination, Madam's heart is not very good, so don't be angry with her anymore."

Fu Hanchuan paused with his fingers and continued to tap on the keyboard.

The year that Su Xiang left, Fu Zhengnan took the position of chairman of the Chamber of Commerce, and shifted the focus of his work to the Chamber of Commerce, and handed the power of the Fu family to Fu Hanchuan. He was busier and more unsmiling than ever.

The relationship with Madam Zhuo Ya has also been tight.

Chang Yan didn't get his answer, so she didn't say anything anymore. She didn't have any more words on the way. When she reached the door of Chang's house, the car stopped, Chang Yan pushed the car door, and got out of the car silently after taking a look at the man.

There was no farewell, and she was used to this pattern.

Chang Yan and Fu won goodbye and walked into the house.

In the past three years, Chang's business has been successfully carried out in Beicheng, and Chang Yi and his wife have been stationed in Beicheng. Chang Tingkuan and his wife occasionally come to have a look.

In the past few days, Chang Tingkuan and his wife happened to inspect the business in Beicheng. Chang Yan saw her parents and sat coquettishly between the old couple: "Parents."

Chang Tingkuan glanced at his wife and said, "It's a rare time for parents to come back home early."

Yang Yanqing smiled and said jokingly: "There is a saying that women's colleges do not stay in."

Chang Yan blushed and glared at her angrily: "Sister-in-law"

Chang Tingkuan felt uncomfortable when he heard this, but even though he said that his daughter was going to marry after all, but he had been with Fu Hanchuan for so long, there was no sign there.

He said solemnly to Chang Yan: "Chang Yan, what does the Fu family mean? You have been running behind them for several years, and there is no saying there."

From the outside world, Chang Yan is Fu Hanchuan’s girlfriend, the future wife of the Fu family, but after all she is not married, her daughter is of course distressed to follow her namelessly.

Furthermore, Chang Yan's age is also getting older year after year, what if he waits another three to five years?

Mrs. Chang's grievances of her daughter are also in her eyes. She said: "Yes, you are twenty-three. I can't bear to take care of other people's children as you, but I can't help you like it. , I won’t say anything. But there must be a result, right?"

Three years ago, Chang Yan had lived well in the old house of Fu's family, but she suddenly went home. Chang's family saw this posture and understood something, probably the marriage was unsuccessful. However, her palm pearl was wronged and returned. Of course, Chang Tingkuan was furious, but Chang Yan cried in turn to persuade him not to conflict with the Fu family because of her relationship.

Later, I heard that the woman was gone and Fu Hanchuan's son was sick. Chang Yan looked at the child pitifully and helped take care of it.

Chang Yan smiled and said coquettishly: "Look at what you said, I'm only twenty-three, why do you want to get married so early. Besides, Fu Ying and I are friends, and I have nothing to do with Fu Hanchuan."

Chang Yi came down from the stairs and snorted coldly when he heard Chang Yan's words: "It's still a duck with a hard mouth. If that child is not Fu Hanchuan's son, would you like it that much?"

Chang Yan was stupid, so she lied to herself, who didn't know her thoughts.

Chang Yan couldn't say that Fu Hanchuan had never accepted her at all. She stood up and said, "I just don't want to get married yet. You all seem to wish that I would marry sooner."

"Okay, don't force her anymore, see her face is blushing." Yang Yanqing herself is a person here, so she doesn't know what she is thinking.

When a woman falls in love with a man, she is brave if she can muster up the courage to chase after her, but once poke her pain, endure the pain, but also support her dignity, the feeling is very painful.

Chang Yan glared at them and walked upstairs. As soon as the door was closed, her back leaned against the door panel, and her heart ached faintly.

Since she fell in love with Fu Hanchuan, this heart has never stopped, nor has this heartache.

If Fu Hanchuan proposes to her, of course she will definitely agree, she will be crazy happy, but

But the most sad thing in this world is that she loves him, but he loves others.

When Madam Zhuoya was talking to him, she heard it, and he still missed that woman for three years. Even if he was still thinking about it, that feeling faded a bit, right?

Isn't it that time is the best fader?

No matter how strong the color is, it will fade, and it will fade slowly

Chang Yan squeezed her fingers, walked to the bookshelf, picked up a photo frame, and gently stroked her fingers on it.

Pictured above are Fu Hanchuan and Fu Ying, as well as her "group photo."

It was taken by Fu Ying after graduating from kindergarten. Although it was just a sneak shot, she was also very satisfied.

After sending Chang Yan back to Chang's house, the car went to Guhua Road. As the car passed the small park, Fu Hanchuan glanced out the window.

The sky is bleak, but the lights in the small park are on, and the facilities inside have been beaten by feng shui and rain, and they all look a bit old.

Beicheng has not yet snowed, but there are a lot of fallen leaves on the ground, under the fallen leaves are the last insects of late autumn.

The wheel ran over the road and quickly left the small park behind.

When he got home, Fu Ying shook his shoes and ran to the living room barefoot. He wanted to watch cartoons.

Fu Hanchuan glanced at him and entered the study with his laptop. Fu Ying glanced at the end of his eyes, jumped off the sofa and quietly opened the door of the study.

Only the lamp on the table was lit in the study. Fu Hanchuan stared at the computer with a stern face, without raising his eyes. The sound of tapping the keyboard sounded along with his voice: "If you don't watch TV, take a bath. sleep."

Fu Ying walked in and crawled on his knees and said, "Dad, they said, Aunt Chang will be my little mother from now on, is it true?"

Fu Hanchuan twisted his eyebrows, lowered his eyes and glanced at his son and said, "Who said that?"

Fu Ying's little eyebrows were tightly furrowed: "Many people are talking about it."

Madam Zhuo Ya often took Fu Ying out to parties, and it was not surprising to hear such words.

Fu Ying listened to his father not answering him, and then said: "Dad, she is okay to be an aunt, but it is not suitable to be a little mom. You can't marry her."

Fu Hanchuan listened to him seriously, but wanted to tease him: "Then what do you think?"

"You are too old. This tells the old cow to eat tender grass."

As soon as he finished speaking, Fu Ying was held by Laozi and dropped his knees: "Smelly boy."

Even if he doesn't care about Chang Yan, men also care about age.

Fu Ying groaned: "It was originally."

Anyway, he just can't get married.

Fu Hanchuan glanced at his son, knowing what he was thinking, he suddenly said, "Your mother is coming back."

Fu Ying's eyes opened sharply, as if he was frightened, and the whole little person was tense.

Afterwards, he shouted: "I don't want to know if she comes back or not!"

He turned around and ran out, slammed the door, very angry.

Fu Hanchuan sighed lightly, retracted his gaze, touched the pack of cigarettes from the drawer, and smoked a thin mouth between his lips. With a tink of the lighter, the flames lit up, and the curls of smoke rose.

There are some things that can't be explained clearly to a child. In Fu Ying's eyes, he is a child abandoned by his mother.

Fu Hanchuan squinted his eyes slightly, looking at the photo stored on the phone, his eyes darkened.

Su Xiang, when you meet Fu Ying, see how you explain to him.

In the light, a corner of the drawer flickered.

Fu Hanchuan flicked the soot, glanced casually, saw what was in the drawer, and stretched out his hand to take it out.

It was a pink diamond ring, which Su Xiang had delivered by express before he left.

Fu Hanchuan squeezed the ring and played with it at his fingertips, each side of the diamond cut gleaming with fine light under the light.

At this time, the phone suddenly switched to the caller ID, the ringtone rang in the quiet study room, and with a finger stroke, a low voice rang at the end of the phone that was connected: "Mr. Fu, will you come to spend the night with you tonight? ?"

Fu Hanchuan sneered, hung up the phone, pushed away the chair and stood up.

Qi family old house.

As soon as Qi Haipeng urged the marriage, Su Xiang's smile seemed reluctant.

She said: "Uncle Qi, my affairs have not been settled yet. I have to find some answers, otherwise I can't feel at ease. I hope you can forgive me before that."

Qi Haipeng frowned slightly, he glanced at Qi Lingyang and said, "Have you not found a clue?"

Qi Lingyang said: "Su Run sold the company and the people hid in Japan. Su Xiang came back this time to see if he could find some clues from Su Mingdong's old friends."

"Yeah" Qi Haipeng nodded with a calm eyebrow. He looked at Su Xiang and said, "It can only be this way."

"But decades have passed. You have to be prepared, you may not be able to find it."

Su Xiang smiled and said, "You should find the answer."

Qi Haipeng glanced at her, but didn't say anything. After dinner together, Su Xiang played with Pearl downstairs, and Qi Haipeng called Qi Lingyang to the study.

The door was closed, Qi Haipeng sat down on the sofa, pointed to the other side and said, "Sit down, too."

"Thank you, father." Qi Lingyang sat down opposite him, and the two of them had only felt like a father and son in the past two years.

Since the incident two years ago, Qi Haipeng has quit smoking and drinking. He pressed the automatic boiling water button on the tea tray, and the rustling sound of boiling water immediately sounded.

He leaned back on the soft leather sofa and looked at Qi Lingyang and said, "It seems that she still doesn't want to marry you?"

Qi Lingyang said, "She just wasn't sure before she got the accurate results, and didn't want to bring trouble to Qi's house."

Qi Haipeng glanced at him, silly boy.

He sighed lightly and said, "I'm old, and my body has been consumed like this for the past two years. I don't know how long I can last. You have to come and help me quickly. You married her, and it's gone. You can concentrate your mind on something."

When the water boiled, Qi Lingyang picked up the kettle and poured tea. He said, "Isn't this just going to come to work for the Qi clan. You can always support it in a few days, right?"

Qi Haipeng squeezed the teacup and glared at him: "I'm worried that you keep making excuses, but you promised to push it down indefinitely."

"Isn't this already back"

The father and son talked for a while in the study. When they got down, Su Xiangwo was already asleep on the sofa, the little pearl nestled in her arms, the saliva from her mouth flowed down, and her clothes got wet. beach.

The servants covered them with a blanket and didn't dare to bother them. They walked lightly.

Qi Lingyang looked at the picture of the mother and daughter sleeping, his eyes softened, and he walked over gently, touching Su Xiang's face with his fingers.

Su Xiang woke up vaguely and saw Qi Lingyang standing in front of her smiling at him.

"All the saliva is left."

Su Xiang subconsciously wiped the corners of his mouth, rubbing his eyes with his dim sleepy eyes, his voice was a little more hoarse than usual: "Are you going back?"

Qi Lingyang let out a "um", picked up a small cloak on the armrest and wrapped it in pearls, and hugged her cautiously. Su Xiang took the coat brought by the servant and put it on.

The two said goodbye to Qi Haipeng. In the car, Qi Lingyang held Su Xiang's finger, especially her ring finger.

Su Xiang was in pain and turned to look at him: "What's the matter?"

Qi Lingyang caught her little hand in the palm of his hand, watched her white and slender fingers put on her lips and kissed, "I want to keep holding your hand like this."

Su Xiang smiled, spitting at him and said, "It's numb."

She is not used to such a straightforward confession. With a small hand, Qi Lingyang clenched even more and said, "Then you can only get used to it."

He stared at her fiery eyes: "Su Xiang, if you could marry me sooner, it would be great, and my heart would be more stable."

"Otherwise, I'm always afraid of losing you again."

Su Xiang pursed her lips, and when she was about to speak, Qi Lingyang interrupted her and said, "I know what you are worried about."

Seeing Su Xiang's calm eyes, he paused, and took a step back: "Forget it, you insist that I can't help you. But you can't forget about you marrying me."

His expression was very serious, and he saw him holding her hand, pulling out a ring from his pocket, and slowly putting it on her ring finger.

The brilliant diamonds shimmered in the carriage.

Su Xiang was startled and looked at Qi Lingyang in a daze.

Qi Lingyang looked at that hand and smiled slightly and said, "Miniature handcuffs."

Su Xiang smiled, then pulled his hand back under his eyelids and moved the ring. "It looks so precious."

"It's quite expensive, and it took me several months." This is his own design.

The car drove forward slowly, the bright lights pierced the night

After taking a shower, Su Xiang turned on the computer habitually. The files contained all the photos of Fu Ying from the time he was born until he was three years old.

When she saw the last one, all the memories of those photos could still be seen in her mind.

Qi Lingyang saw that the door of her room was ajar, revealing light, knocked on the door and walked in.

Su Xiang didn't look back, and said quietly, "I don't know what he looks like now."

Looking at the photos on the screen, he said: "You watch it every night, why don't you contact him. I remember you said that you taught him to use video."

Su Xiang shook his head: "I can't get in touch."

Later, if she couldn't get in touch, let's just forget it. She was afraid that seeing Fu Ying could not help but run back.

At that time, she was not ready yet, nor was it time to come back and face it.

"Forget it, I'm back now, and I'll see him soon."

1988.

The car stopped at the door, Fu Hanchuan entered, and the lobby on the first floor was lively. The game consoles around are still there, and a few dudes put their arms around the woman to show off their sisters.

Fu Hanchuan went straight through the feasting and going up the elevator to the top floor.

If there is a big space, Pei Xian and May Fei are the only people in it.

Could it be that they were playing with a claw machine there, there were already a few piled up beside them, and hearing the sound of footsteps, without turning their heads, he grabbed a wine glass on one side and took a sip, his face seemed a little uglier.

Pei Xian casually sat on the sofa with a red wine glass and watched him play the machine. He turned around and glanced at Fu Hanchuan. If he had nothing to say, he just said two words: "Come?"

"Um."

Fu Hanchuan picked a bottle of beer on the wine rack and sat down on Pei Xian’s diagonal sofa. The mouth of the bottle was tapped on the corner of the coffee table. The delicate foam poured out. He took a sip and looked at the quiet large space. Said: "This is your nightlife?"

Fu Hanchuan can now be said to have completely inherited the Fu family and became the helm, and he is no longer the former Shao Fu. Pei Xian jokingly called him Mr. Fu, Lord Fu, how he would call him anyway.

For one thing, Fu Hanchuan was busier than before and didn't have time. Secondly, a single man had to take care of his son, and the night life was even less. Thirdly, could it be that Su Xiang's departure was still blaming Fu Hanchuan, and the gap between the two was unresolved. , 1988 has rarely come over.

Thanks to Pei Xian's still dealing with him, he barely maintained the brotherhood, otherwise the Three Musketeers would have dispersed long ago.

At this time, there was a loud bang, and the two looked back to May the same.

Could it be that he slapped the confirmation button heavily, and grabbed a small doll with his paws down, and the colorful lights all around immediately lit up to congratulate him.

Could it be that she grabbed the doll's neck and walked loosely to the sofa and sat down.

Pei Xian glanced at him, then turned to Fu Hanchuan and said, "No news about Su Xiang yet?"

In Yu Guangzhong, he saw that May Fei also pricked his ears.

Fu Hanchuan said indifferently: "No."

Pei Xian raised his eyebrows: "You can hide from under your eyelids and no one can find it, but you have the ability."

Could it be that he was sitting lazily on the sofa, grabbing the two long ears of the rabbit and tying a knot, then untied it, and repeated it several times, as if he was just okay to find something to do.

But that mouth just kept pursing.

After a few words, they fell into silence, each drinking, looking for tranquility in the aftertaste of alcohol.

Pei Xian looked at her face coldly, and didn't even make eye contact with one or two people, and suddenly laughed and said, "The three of us."

"Why?" Could it be that he said to the face.

Pei Xian said, "Did the three of us respond?"

Fu Hanchuan took a sip of wine: "Which sentence?"

"Some people look beautiful on the surface, and there isn't even a woman behind them."

"..."

There was a moment of silence, and no one who spoke to each other was gone.

Two years ago, Pei Xian and Qiao Ying were so crooked that everyone was indignant. They suddenly became anxious and broke up.

This is why he drank red wine. Before Qiao Ying was in charge, he couldn't drink more, now it doesn't matter how he drinks.

On the contrary, it was Fu Hanchuan. Because Su Xiang had left, he stopped drunk and went home for the sake of his son. No matter what, his majestic father image must be maintained.

Could it be that he threw the stuffed rabbit aside and took a sip from the wine glass on the coffee table.

When he bent over, an object fell out of his pocket, and Pei Xian picked it up first: "What is it?"

A red hard paper sticker with the words "invitation letter" written in gold on it.

Could it be that they both glanced at it and said, "This year's Furui Charity Gala Invitation Letter."

At the end of October every year, when it is winter, Beicheng will hold a charity party. The promoter is a very famous radio host. She uses her influence to call for it. It has been held for ten years.

At this time of the year, celebrities from all over the country will enter the North City to participate in the banquet, in order to really do some charity, or take the opportunity to show their faces, or take the opportunity to build some relationships.

In any case, being invited to participate in this banquet can also be regarded as a status symbol.

Pei Xian opened it with no interest, because he received it every year, so there was nothing new.

When his assistant sent the invitation letter, he put it on the table casually.

"Huh?" Seeing the words inside, he suddenly uttered a weird noise, squeezed the invitation letter close to his face and looked at it.

Could it be that he just stuffed his pockets casually when he received the invitation letter, and didn't look carefully, he craned his neck and glanced: "What's the matter?"

Pei Xian said: "This year's Furui Charity is jointly organized with the Disabled Persons' Federation."

In the past, Furui Charity had been organized separately, and it had never been co-organized with others, especially the Disabled Persons' Federation.

Could Feitong also became curious, took the invitation letter from Pei Xian's hand, and read it again as if to confirm it.

He looked up at Pei Xian, and when he saw the broken character, he somehow thought of Su Xiang.

She was dumb, and they had laughed at her for being physically disabled and standing firmly in the name of Mrs. Fu Hanchuan.

The two looked at each other, Pei Xian looked at Fu Hanchuan: "Did you receive it?"

Fu Hanchuan frowned. Like Pei Xian and the others, he just put it aside when he received it.

Could it be the same to put the invitation letter away again, and said: "Co-organize it, just co-organize it. It's okay to change the trick to have more freshness, otherwise the big guys are tired of watching it, and who will donate the money."

But this time, he didn't put it away casually, but deliberately inserted it into the inner pocket of his suit, pressing his palm against his chest.

Fu Hanchuan lowered his eyes slightly, a flash of light suddenly flashed through his dark eyes, and his fingers slowly squeezed.

She just entered the North City. Is it related to this?

If so, that is to say, will she appear on such a grand occasion?

Fu Hanchuan went back only after drinking a bottle of beer in 1988.

Fu Ying was already asleep, but when Fu Hanchuan turned off the lights and fell asleep, the doorknob of the bedroom quietly twisted open, and a small figure climbed onto the bed gently...