Strongly Locked Up, Fu Shao’s Dumb New Wife

Fu Ying grabbed rice in his mouth, secretly looked at Fu Hanchuan, and waited for him to agree. At this time, the mobile phone on the corner of the table rang.

Fu Hanchuan glanced and picked up the phone.

Pei Xian called and asked him to go out for a drink. Fu Hanchuan was talking on the phone and glanced at Fu Ying.

Fu Ying's little ears were also pointed, listening to what he was saying.

After a while, Fu Hanchuan finished talking on the phone, and Fu Ying poked his chopsticks at the bottom of the bowl to make terms with him.

"Dad, if I can go home from school by myself, it means I have grown up. In this way, you can go out and play with Uncle Pei, right?"

The little guy's black and white eyes are very clever. Fu Hanchuan glanced at him, put the phone back in place, and when he picked up the tableware again, he said indifferently: "You don't even bother to carry your schoolbag, how many days can you hold it? "

Fu Ying immediately swore: "I can recite it myself."

"Yeah." Fu Hanchuan lowered his eyes, as if he was thinking about it. After a meal, he looked at Fu Ying, "Did you think clearly?"

Fu Ying nodded very seriously: "I'm sure, very sure."

"Okay, I'll give you a three-day trial period to see your performance."

Fu Ying frowned, always feeling that something was wrong. Is there a trial period?

But it doesn't matter to him, he can go home from school by himself anyway.

Fu Ying had a simple idea, and the matter was finalized.

After dinner, Fu Hanchuan carried the phone and car key as if he was about to go out, and ordered Song’s mother to arrange for Fu Ying to go to bed earlier. Song’s mother agreed, and when Fu Hanchuan walked to the door, Fu Ying’s voice in the living room was faint. Passed over.

"Daddy, it's a lot of age. If you sit in the office and don't exercise, and go out and drink alcohol with Uncle Pei, you will be like those big-bellied uncles."

Fu Hanchuan's footsteps stopped and the corners of his eyes twitched, this stinky boy!

Sitting in the car, when Fu Hanchuan inserted the car key into the keyhole, he couldn't help but touched his lower abdomen, and he didn't feel a trace of fat.

But he called Pei Xian and made another appointment.

Pillow Garden.

The man glanced at the Japanese tofu that Su Xiang brought, and looked at Su Xiang faintly: "Miss Su, are you here to play the restaurant?"

Su Xiang smiled and said, "Of course not. I just want to invite the banquet boss to taste it and give some pointers."

The man stared at Su Xiang with silent eyes. Su Xiang didn't evade, he kept smiling slightly.

She pushed the lunch box forward and put a pair of clean chopsticks on the lunch box: "Boss Banquet, please taste."

The man retracted his gaze, took a bite with his chopsticks, his eyes moved slightly under his drooping eyelashes.

Su Xiang kept staring at the man, not missing any expression on his face. But I don't know if he hides it too well, she doesn't see anything.

The man only ate the chopsticks and put it down, and said to her without any expression on his face: "Miss Su, you Japanese tofu, the frying time in the pot is too long, the tomato meat sauce has too little oil, and the meat is moist. It’s too dry and the taste is sweet, so"

He picked up the lunch box, handed it to the deputy standing on one side, and said to Su Xiang: "Since Miss Su has spent the money, please enjoy this table."

Su Xiang is pretty sure that the Japanese tofu she made was made according to the steps her mother taught. Even if there is a difference in taste, it will not be too different.

She chuckled and said, "I'll be alone today. It's a bit boring to eat. Why not sit down and have a chat with the owner of the banquet?"

When the man turned around, he glanced back at Su Xiang after hearing the words, a trace of caution appeared in his overly calm eyes.

"Miss Su, the pillow garden is just a place to eat, and there is no such rule."

Su Xiang said: "In this case, Banquet boss, then I will ask you one last question."

"Isn't the owner of the banquet surprised, why did I cook this dish?"

The man said: "Japanese tofu is just a home-cooked dish. It's nothing special. Many people can cook it."

Su Xiang: "Indeed, this is just a home-cooked dish, but what I want to ask is, the owner of the banquet, you are not surprised, why the recipe and taste of my dishes are so similar to yours?"

The man frowned and looked at Su Xiang for a while, took a chair and sat down: "It seems that Miss Su is coming today, what do you want to say?"

Su Xiang's expression changed, and he said solemnly: "You tell me, this dish is actually taught by my mother. I don't know if the owner of the banquet knows it?"

"My mother, her name is Shen Yan."

The man looked at Su Xiang, frowned slightly but said, "I don't know this person."

Su Xiang's heart sank, and he leaned forward slightly eagerly: "Boss Banquet, think about it, don't you really know it?"

"If you didn't know the dish you cooked, it would be exactly the same as what my mother cooked."

Su Xiang glanced at the tofu, she didn't believe it, there was no connection between them.

The man stood up and said, "I'm sorry Miss Su, I really don't know her."

"You said that the dishes I cooked are exactly the same as your mother, probably because everyone used similar cooking techniques. I also said just now that your taste is different from mine."

After the man said, he didn't stay any longer, turned and left.

Su Xiang sat in the restaurant alone, staring at the dish in a daze.

She had always been sure that they were connected, but she was denied.

Is this really just a coincidence?

What the man said just now was that the dishes she cooked were different from his, but her mother did exactly the same as him.

Or did he not want to admit that he knew his mother?

After that, Su Xiang didn't stay any longer.

The main purpose of her trip was to ask for a result, but the result was not what she wanted.

When she was about to get in the car, a voice behind her called to stop her: "Miss Su, please wait a moment."

Su Xiang had already opened the car door and was about to bend over to get into the car. When she heard the sound, she straightened up and looked at the deputy who was trotting over.

The deputy held a paper bag and handed it to Su Xiang, "The master said, Miss Su didn’t eat much, probably because she didn’t think it tasted bad. But he asked me to pack it and bring it to you. Moreover, he said that this meal is not accepted. You have paid for your meal. The money, I have paid it back to your account."

Su Xiang glanced at the bag and took it.

"Then thank the banquet boss." She paused, her eyebrows moved slightly, and then said, "The banquet boss invited me to dinner this time, and then we will be friends. I will visit again."

After speaking, she nodded and got into the car.

On a viewing balcony on the second floor, the man looked at the light of the car in the night with his hands behind his back and went all the way through the darkness.

"Master." The deputy came over.

The man clenched his hand into a fist, coughed slightly against his lips, and tilted his head slightly and said, "She accepted it?"

"Yes. But Master, she said that if you invite her to dinner, she will be a friend from now on, and she will visit you again."

The man glanced at the dark night and said, "She will not accept future appointments."

"I see, Master."

The man waved his hand to signal his deputy to go down. He seemed very tired and walked into the house limply with a cough.

In the huge room, there is a coffee table. On the coffee table, there was a lunch box delivered by Su Xiang. The man walked over and opened the lid of the box.

The Japanese tofu in it had only a little residual temperature. The man picked up the chopsticks on one side, put a piece in his mouth, and chewed it carefully.

He looked up at the wall in front of him. There was a painting hanging on the wide gray wall, but it was wrapped in oil paper, as if it had not been taken apart at all.

"You turned out to be Shen Yan's daughter"

How long the quiet room was silent, how long the man looked at the painting.

Until the phone rang, the man stood up to answer the phone.

On the phone, a slightly older woman's voice came slowly: "Yanlin, have you finished your medicine? Do you want me to send you some?"

Su Xiang went back along the road. Qi Lingyang called to ask her about the matter. She said dullly: "I don't know each other. But I think he is more likely to be hiding something."

Qi Lingyang said, "I probably don't want to recall things that have passed for a long time."

Su Xiang thought of the man's lameness and the scar on his face, and the doubt in his heart became even more serious.

What is it that can hurt people like that, and if he knows his mother, if it's just a general acquaintance, why would he refuse to admit it?

I don't know when it rained and rustled on the roof of the car.

Su Xiang was thinking about things in her heart, and suddenly a bright light struck her in front of her. She regained her senses, and hurriedly turned the steering wheel to avoid. Just stopped.

Su Xiang took off the seat belt and got out of the car to check the condition. The front of the car was only slightly recessed and the guardrail was bent.

Fortunately, the collision was not too serious.

The car with the lights on also stopped, and the owner walked forward, under the lights, looking at the profile with a familiar eye.

In the intertwined light and shadow of the night and lights, could he squinted his eyes for a while, and said uncertainly: "Little dumb?"

Su Xiang was slightly stunned when he heard this voice, then turned his head and looked over.

Could it be that she was facing that face with a heartbeat, as expected, it was her.

"Little mute, it's really you!"

Could it be that he walked over with strides.

Under that beam of light, the figure stood quietly, surrounded by light rain, could it be that he heard his own heartbeat in the patter of rain.

"Little mute, it's you!"

He stood still in front of her, not knowing whether it was the reflection of the light or something else, his eyes were bright and he did not hide his joy.

Su Xiang hasn't seen Mo Feitong again for a long time, and it's been three years.

She hooked a strand of hair that had escaped from the bundle behind her ears, and smiled slightly and said, "Don't call me that again. I'm not dumb now."

"Could it be the same, we haven't seen each other for a long time."

Could it be that Tong's voice was slightly muffled: "Yes, I haven't seen each other for three years, you bad girl, don't even make a phone call."

"If you can speak, don't tell me."

"Well, I am your big brother."

Su Xiang pulled his lower lip slightly, lowered his eyes and looked at the toes.

In the past three years, she has not contacted anyone in Beicheng.

When she left, she deleted everyone's contact information. In those three years, she deliberately avoided the people here, how dare she contact the people here again.

Besides, he is a friend of that man.

Could it be that she also looked at her drooping half of her face.

Her eyelashes are thick and long. From this angle, they are even more slender. Under her nose, there are still slightly raised red lips.

Could Feitong realize that Su Xiang didn't want to mention the past, and cleared his throat and said, "Actually, I went to the Fu Rui charity party. I saw you. You are really amazing."

Of course Su Xiang knew that he was there, and she saw all the guest list, but she didn't have time to meet him at that moment, and

When she thought of encountering Fu Hanchuan in the parking lot later, she felt an uncomfortable feeling in her heart.

She hadn't had time to check the marriage certificate.

Originally, it was just a trip to the Civil Affairs Bureau, but the problem was that she was a party, and it was strange how she ran to check her marital status, and now she has a lot of things in her hands, and she is eager to recognize Fu. If you win, you can only move backwards first.

This reminded her again that she still needed an answer for her physical condition and the marriage certificate, otherwise she was always thinking about it, like two thorns on the left and the other, it was rare peace.

Su Xiang raised his head and smiled and said, "Why don't you come back if you want to look better, or else you will walk sullenly and come back sullenly to make people look at jokes again?"

Could it be that the smile in her eyes was the same, but deep in her eyes, it was just a sad smile.

Three years of injuries have accumulated. If it were a layer of cocoon, it should be a few inches thick.

No matter how beautiful she is now, when she returns to this city, all she sees are the old scars.

Could it be that the same nodded and said: "Yes, it should be better to cross."

He looked up at the raindrops around him: "Should we keep talking like this?"

Su Xiang smiled: "Yeah, I almost forgot it was raining."

The car’s wiper was still swinging from side to side, making a slight noise. The two smiled at each other and said, "Get in the car first. Tonight, no matter what you have, please push me back. Brother wants to invite you to dinner. "

Su Xiang looked at May Feitong who was smiling, but if he didn't, he was so happy.

When she went to the pillow garden, she set aside time to come out, and now she came back early before the time was up, and agreed.

Choosing a day is worse than hitting the sun, and choosing a shop is worse than hitting a shop, but it is still in the suburbs, and the two looked up to a Sichuan restaurant in front.

Su Xiang's current throat condition is not suitable for spicy food. Could it be the same: "Otherwise, go a little further and go to the Michelin restaurant in the city."

Su Xiang smiled and said, "It's not necessary, just follow me in."

Su Xiang paid the processing fee and asked the kitchen to heat up the vegetables packed in the pillow garden.

Could it be that he faced Su Xiang with an unstoppable smile between his eyebrows.

The waiter brought hot tea first, and he took the teapot to pour tea for Su Xiang, and said, "You drink some hot water to get rid of the cold."

Su Xiang thanked him, the warm tea poured into his throat, and his body became warm.

Could it be that he glanced at her together and said with a smile: "Speaking of which, your driving skills are still so bad."

Could it be that the first time I saw this little mute, it was at the birthday party of the Jin family, when she crashed a car, and the few of them followed me mightily.

Su Xiang also remembered that time and smiled.

She said: "I remember the person who touched the porcelain, who worked in your garage, is he still alive now?"

Could it be the same: "He is now the most famous car mechanic in my place, with a red card."

The two chatted for a while, but they all avoided the Fu Family and Fu Hanchuan.

At this time, the waiter brought the hot dishes up. Although it was reheated, the taste was still good.

Could it be that he inadvertently glanced at the paper bag set aside, with a simple window-shaped "pillow" printed on it.

Pillow Garden is famous in the upper circles of Beicheng, but it is very low-key, but it is remote and desolate, and most people don't go there.

He asked curiously: "Why did you go there to eat?"

Su Xiang drank the hot chicken soup, saying only that it was famous, so he was curious to take a look.

Could it be that he glanced at her at the same time, in his impression, Su Xiang was not a curious person for stuttering.

If it was really for appetite, she wouldn't take these dishes back without moving them.

However, she deliberately refused to disclose it, and it was difficult for him to continue to ask questions.

He said, "That place is not where you are curious. The boss has a mysterious background, and many shameful things in this North City's dignitaries are quietly doing things there."

"As you are now, it's better to go there less often."

Su Xiang is now the charity ambassador of the Disabled Persons' Federation, and she has an image of inspirational sunshine. If people know about it, it will have a great impact on the reputation she has accumulated now.

After all, there are so many keyboard men on the Internet now, no matter what is black and white.

Su Xiang pulled his lips and said with a slight smile: "Thank you for reminding, I will pay attention."

If it weren't for the banquet that Fu Zhengnan invited, she wouldn't go there.

Could it be that he had a bite of cod, then glanced at Su Xiang, and asked casually, "Have you seen Fu win?"

That child is her deepest concern here, and for this child, she has endured so much humiliation in the Fu family for so long.

Su Xiang's hand paused slightly. She and Fu Ying now only gave him food a few times.

The child refused to recognize her, and Fu Hanchuan refused to let her meet the child.

Su Xiang's smile was not so good, and he lowered his head and ate a bite of green vegetables, the taste was the same as chewing wax.

Could it be that you knew what was going on by looking at her expression, Fu Hanchuan's bastard, forcibly tied Su Xiang into the marriage, and forced her to come back with the child.

He has the final say on everything, how can there be such a reason!

His voice sank: "Don't worry, little mute, I'll help you."

Su Xiang looked up, his face couldn't hide his gratitude: "Will you help me?"

She was worried about how to explain to Fu Ying.

Could it be with a smile: "I am his Uncle Mo."

Su Xiang raised the tea on the table: "Uncle Mo, then I thank you in advance."

Swimming pool.

Pei Xian changed his swimsuit, but he was lying on the recliner watching the man butterfly swimming in the swimming pool in front.

This man is really mentally ill, and drinking has turned into swimming water.

Fu Hanchuan swam a few laps ashore to rest, bursting out of the water with a crash, splashes falling from his body, smooth muscles reflecting light.

The man shook his head, and the water dripped. His **** body made people drooling.

Long hands, long feet, wide shoulders and narrow hips, **** mermaid bulging under the line.

Pei Xian blew a whistle, grabbed a towel from the side chair and threw it over. Fu Hanchuan stretched out his hand and wiped his hair and walked over, leaving a few wet footprints on the tiled surface behind him.

He sat down on the recliner, raised his hand and looked at the watch on his wrist, which showed how many meters he had swam, his lung capacity, and so on.

It seemed that he was quite satisfied with this data. After reading it, he unscrewed a bottle of mineral water and drank it with his head up. The **** Adam's apple rolled up and down, slightly overflowing water flowing down his chin.

Pei Xian supported her chin and looked at him, raised her eyebrows and said, "Why, I want to get a good workout first, and wait for Su Xiang to come back and squeeze her severely?"

Fu Hanchuan gave him a sideways look, took a towel full of water, and smashed it over: "If Qiao Ying is not here, you can only open a piece of meat?"

Pei Xian snorted, lay down with no interest, and looked bored at the light above her head.

He said: "When she is here, we will double open together."

The thought of that woman made him feel upset.

Send a text message to break up, and then refuse to meet, what is this called?

Don't want to think about it, or you will really be **** off.

There are so many women in this world, he doesn't need to hang on them for a woman who dumped him.

but

At this glance, there was only the sparkling water in front of him.

According to their looks and figures, if there is a woman in this game, there is no need to worry about the market.

However, according to Fu Hanchuan's request, the restaurant was booked, and only the two of them looked at each other's bodies.

He turned his head and looked at Fu Hanchuan jokingly: "You said, if Su Xiang comes, will she see you behave with you regardless of the predecessors?"

"Would you like me to make a call for you?"

Fu Hanchuan gave him a look of "you are boring". He put most of the bottle of water he drank on the table, walked over to the pool again, and said indifferently: "Would you like to come down for a match?"

Pei Xian looked at the man's back, this figure was really good-looking, he lowered his head and glanced at himself, no matter what, this figure still needs to be maintained.

He uncovered the towel on his body and got up and walked to the jumping platform, and said, "Is it possible that the kid has gotten fat? I dare not come over."

In the distance, could he sneezed at the restaurant with Su Xiang.

Su Xiang looked at him: "Did you catch a cold?"

"How can I have such a strong body?" Could it be that he denied it, scratching his nose and wondering if it was someone who was speaking badly about him behind his back.

On Monday, the children of Fu Ying began to go home from school.

At the end of the last class, the teacher said that the get out of class was over. Fu Ying quickly packed up his little schoolbag. Lian Liang looked at him and said, "Fu Ying, are you really going home by yourself?"

Fu Ying proudly raised his small chin: "Of course."

Lian Liang’s soft and sweet voice came while the children were playing happily after school.

"But, do you know the way home?"

Fu Ying was picked up by a driver before, and he had never walked alone.

When I asked, the little guy scratched his forehead hair and looked at the classmates leaving the classroom in twos and threes, with a daze in his eyes.

He calmly said: "Of course I know."

That person must be at the school gate.

Lian Liang glanced at him and smiled sweetly: "Then let's go together."

The on-duty students staying in school began to clean the classroom. Fu Ying carried a small schoolbag, and the two children walked out of the classroom one after another.

At the front gate of the school, there are still many parents picking up their children. Fu Ying is used to Teacher Wu waiting outside. At this glance, he didn’t see anyone he knew well, and he didn’t have a car at home. He felt a little drumming and slow pace. Down.

He looked at those people again, and found the figure, no.

He watched it again, but still nothing.

The fire in Fu Ying's heart suddenly ignited, huh, it didn't come after a few days.

Uncle Security said clearly that that person would come to pick up the lunch box after school.

Fu Ying's emotions came up all of a sudden, he squeezed through the crowded parents, and he kept his head down and walked forward quickly. Lian Liang had no choice but to speed up his pace and follow behind him.

"Fu Ying, are you angry?"

"I didn't."

"You are not angry, so why are you walking so fast? Mom said, walk slowly on the road and be careful of the car. You are wrong."

Fu Ying was on fire right now. The little girl was babbling, and his heart became even more annoying. He stared at him fiercely, and was about to say that she didn’t need to teach her. His little hands suddenly warmed up. He looked down, and his hands were hers Holding small hands.

Lian Liangtian smiled and said, "I'm holding you so that you won't be afraid."

"I know, you are actually scared, right?"

Fu Ying pursed her mouth without saying a word, and walked forward natly. Her hands were so soft, but he didn't seem to be so scared anymore.

Behind them, a car slowly followed them, and the slow one was about to turn off.

Could he look at the guy in front of him, he started to be naughty girls at such a young age, I wonder if the old man Fu Hanchuan knew.

Tsk tsk, but as far as Fu Ying looks, it should be a little girl who likes it.

Childish childhood sweethearts, two little guesses, so naive

Since Mo Feitong had promised that Su Xiang would help her, he had done what he said, so he ran over to pick up Fu Ying from school on Monday.

I was thinking about meeting the people of the Fu family and saying hello to them to take the children to play with him, and then he passed by. Unexpectedly, when he arrived, he didn't even see the Fu family's car.

Go up and stop this kid, he is holding hands with the little girl himself.

Could it be that they followed the same way, rubbing their chin, it wouldn't be bothersome to go up here.

He wondered, what did Fu Hanchuan mean, let Fu Ying get this baby bump to go home by himself, isn't he afraid of being kidnapped?

At the traffic light at the intersection ahead, the two children stood there waiting to cross the road. Could it be that at this time, he should be on the stage.

"Fu Ying." Could it be that he walked over with one hand in his pocket, stopped beside Fu Ying, waved his hand at the little girl, and performed what she thought was handsome, "Hello, little beauty."

Lian Liang looked wary at the strange uncle who suddenly appeared, and took Fu Ying back. Fu Ying saw Mo Feitong, Yuanyuan's eyes widened, and said in surprise: "Uncle Mo?"

"Fu Ying, do you know him?"

Fu Ying said, "Don't be afraid, he is my Uncle Mo."

"Oh." Lian Liang relieved his mind and said to May Fei, uncle hello.

Could it be that he smiled and nodded: "It's so good."

The girls in his family are not so polite.

But now is not the time to waste time here. He glanced at the traffic light in front of which was about to change color, and said to Fu Ying, "Where are you going?" The real lady online service, help you find books to accompany you Chat, please search hot text on WeChat or r4 waiting for you