Strongly Locked Up, Fu Shao’s Dumb New Wife

This time, Su Xiang quickly lowered his head, and no longer gave the two sides a chance to look at each other, and released the seat belt.

After getting off the car, Su Xiang raised his foot and walked forward, without intending to enter the private theater in front.

Here, she has been here, with him.

As soon as Fu Hanchuan's long legs took a step, he easily caught up with her and stood in front of her.

The two stood facing each other, and Su Xiang said, "I don't want to watch a movie, I have to go back."

After all, she bypassed him to stop the car on the side of the road. Fu Hanchuan glanced at her, and didn't stop, his fingers were randomly copied into the pockets of the windbreaker.

He is tall and stylish, dressed in a black windbreaker and black suit. One stop on the roadside is a scenic line, even at night, it attracts people's attention.

But he didn't care, looked at the road with faint eyes, and then lowered his head and nodded a cigarette.

The orange sparks were shining brightly by the wind, and the smoke was blown away just after it rose.

With a cigarette between his slender fingertips, he tilted his head to look at Su Xiang, watching her trembling with cold in the wind.

When Su Xiang came out of the hotel, he was supposed to drive back to Xiangyuan, even if he hadn't arrived home at this time, at least he was in the warm car.

She glared at the man in irritation, and squirmed.

Seeing her resentful gaze, Fu Hanchuan twitched the corners of her lips slightly, squeezing her thin lips with smoke in it, and exhaling a puff of smoke, her black eyes gleaming with a faint light of playfulness.

Su Xiang wrapped up his coat and turned around vigorously, not wanting to see him again.

After waiting for a while without seeing the car, Su Xiang wore some clothes on her body and couldn't stand the cold. He sniffed and immersed himself forward, planning to walk while waiting for the car.

Following her unhurriedly behind her, a gust of wind blew his smoke over.

Hearing the clatter of footsteps, Su Xiang's heart became more and more upset, her footsteps stopped, and she suddenly turned around: "Will you let me go?"

"I don't want to have a little relationship with you anymore, I don't want to be scolded at my spine, I don't want to be thought that the only thing I Su Xiang is doing in this life is how to seduce you!"

The oncoming wind blew her hair into disarray, and her white face became brighter in the dark. Even her expression became more vivid against the black background, tearing her calm mask apart.

Fu Hanchuan looked at her and said faintly: "Is it vented out, is it comfortable?"

In the hotel box, she suffocated her breath. She pretended to be generous and generous to those celebrities, and she secretly stunned Madam Zhuoya, calm and unreasonable.

And Su Xiang, who is noisy and tantrums now, is the one she is.

Su Xiang was startled, as if her anger just now was just playing a childish temper.

She put her hair behind her ears indiscriminately, took a deep breath and said, "Fu Hanchuan, I'm not losing my temper."

"That's right, I had to suffer this anger when I married your Fu family before. But now, I don't have to."

"I am pursuing a better life, I don't want to go back to the past!"

The corners of Su Xiang's eyes turned red slightly. Every time she gets a little bit of a side with him, her life will get a mess. She was always scolded by others, and every time something came out, she was the first to be picked out and scolded by the spine.

Even if she clarified, words like "unscrupulous" and "high pan" have been surrounding her all the time.

In the eyes of those people, she is not even a "beautiful beauty", but she is a complete "disaster".

In the eyes of those people, it was her fault even to breathe the air under the same sky as him.

"Don't you see how she humiliated me?"

"Fu Hanchuan, you are so high, why do you have to have trouble with me, why do you have to have a woman who is not worthy of you at all!"

Fu Hanchuan pressed her thin lips, and walked forward two steps until she reached her.

Compared with Su Xiang's excitement, his expression seemed indifferent. He lowered his head and looked at her indifferently, and said, "I said, you were the one who started the game, and you are the one who ended the game. It's impossible for you to get out of your body."

He said cruel words, put his palm on her back, and with a little effort, he led her into his chest.

When her forehead touched his chest, he looked up at the night sky.

The bright moon shines in the sky, and the bright moon is cold.

This point on the chest pressed his strength, so that his heartbeat calmed down, and somewhere on the apex of his heart, there was a little soreness.

"Su Xiang, under my name, Fu Hanchuan, you can't escape anymore..."

"From heaven to earth, you are my Fu Hanchuan's woman, no matter how painful you are, you can't get rid of it."

"You provoke me first..."

"You can only suffer, everything..."

A gentle sentence fell from the top of her head, like a hammer, and fell on her heart with a hammer, like nailing iron rods, and enclosing her heart out of a cage. .

Su Xiang grabbed the clothes on his chest, sobbed, his arms gathered further, and he wrapped her around his chest, tightening and then tightening it inch by inch, as if to rub her into the bones.

...

In the cinema, it is still that small private room.

A man and a woman sit on the round couple seats, and the glass coffee table in front is placed with the cod set meal just delivered.

There was an old-fashioned movie, a Hong Kong comedy, which was said to have assembled the most popular Xiaoshenghuadan of that era, but the two sitting on the sofa didn't make much smile.

The man pulled the plate of cod over to the woman, cut a piece and put it to the woman’s lips, saying: "Want to feed it?"

Su Xiang glanced at him, grabbed the fork from his hand, and ate by himself.

Fu Hanchuan tilted his body, with one arm resting on the handrail and watching her eat. He said: "You didn't eat anything in the hotel before. Don't think you can't eat enough when you're with me. Others think I can't support you."

It seems that as long as the two of them go out for a meal, there will be no beginning and end, and each time it is halfway through, it will become unhappy.

Su Xiang chewed on the tender cod fillet, and didn't say anything.

She ate quickly, and the set meal was gone after a while.

She picked up a tissue and wiped her lips, and took a sip of lemonade.

The cinema is well heated, and the body is warm after eating and drinking enough, and the airtight environment also leaves the breath of both of them here. In every breath he breathed, there was a faint smell of smoke on his body.

Every character in the movie is exaggerated and out of bounds. If there is no such person, she might laugh when she looks at it, and she will be in a better mood.

As soon as he turned his head, he saw the man leaning on the sofa, his eyes closed as if he was asleep, and the sound of his steady breathing was in the air.

Su Xiang was taken aback for a moment, he would actually fall asleep?

It seems that when the two came here before, he just slept quietly for a while.

She looked at his slightly frowning eyebrows, Fu Hanchuan is a high-ranking, Fu Shi-sized stall, at the end of each year, is his busiest time.

Su Xiang pursed her lower lip slightly, stood up lightly and prepared to leave. Just when she was half squatting and half standing, the man's cool voice suddenly sounded: "Where to go?"

Su Xiang glanced back at him, the color of the screen fell on his face, his face was expressionless, not at all interesting, his eyes were clear, and there were no traces of just waking up, just rested.

She said: "I really should go back."

The man sat up and glanced at her up and down.

In the past, both of them would put on comfortable and soft nightgowns to relax when they entered here, but this time, Su Xiang didn't move at all, there was nothing left from the inside out, and they could leave at any time.

Fu Hanchuan was silent, and his thin lips showed his displeasure, but he did not take any action.

Su Xiang didn't say anything, and walked towards the door with his foot raised.

The door closed, and only the man was left in the private room.

The light from the movie screen was projected on his face, his face was gloomy, and the palms resting on his knees slowly shook them up.

Outside, Su Xiang was standing on the steps, the cold wind blowing in, cooling the warmth from the private room.

Her shoulders dropped slightly, and there was an indescribable feeling of suffocation in her heart.

She didn't look back, picked up her footsteps and slowly walked down the steps.

A taxi stopped on the side of the road, and a couple came out of the car, and walked inside, talking and laughing, and Su Xiang just sat in.

The driver glanced at her from the rearview mirror: "Where to go?"

Su Xiang turned her face to the side and took her gaze back from the direction of the movie theater. She said, "Huainan Road, Grand Jubilee Hotel."

Go back there and drive back to Xiangyuan.

The wheels rolled, and the scenery in front of them moved.

Su Xiang leaned in the back seat, passing by where he was pressing her brutally, those words rang in his head again.

Her fingers tightened, she shook her head vigorously, and she waved her hand casually while sitting on her side. When she picked it up, she saw a heart-shaped stack of hundred-yuan banknotes.

These days, there are people who use this old-fashioned method to woo.

Su Xiang looked back, and it was probably the couple who had fallen off just now.

She didn't ask the driver to reverse the car and put the heart back to its original position.

If the next passenger has a heart, he might get this heart. If it's a couple, that's even better.

It's also a kind of love relay.

After getting off the car, the hotel in front of him was brightly lit. At this time, Xiao Deng should have arranged for the Youth League to go back.

Su Xiang put his hands in his pockets and walked slowly to the parking lot. She was alone, and the sound of footsteps seemed to be amplified many times in the open space.

At this time, a low and cold voice sounded on her side.

"How did you call the taxi back, where did you go?"

Su Xiang paused, turned his head to look over, and saw Qi Lingyang standing by the car looking at her.

The heart of Su Xiang's chest shrank, and he turned his head and glanced at the taxi that was about to disappear into the night.

In just such a short time, Qi Lingyang had already walked up to her, his warm eyes fell on her face, as if he was examining every inch of her skin.

Su Xiang said: "Why did you come here suddenly?"

Qi Lingyang said, "Xiao Deng said he couldn't find you, so he called me because he was afraid of your accident."

Calm words, but his voice was suppressed, with a hint of panic.

When Su Xiang was taken alone by Pei Xian to see Fu Hanchuan, she didn't have time to talk to Xiao Deng. After that, Mrs. Zhuo Ya suddenly came over, and a series of things came down, resulting in Su Xiang never calling Xiao Deng.

Tonight's banquet was mixed again, and Xiao Deng naturally became very vigilant on this occasion. She hadn't seen Su Xiang come back for a long time, and asked Pei Xian. He hahad to fool around again. Until the end, Xiao Deng didn't see Su Xiang, so she called Qi Lingyang in a hurry.

Su Xiang looked at those gentle eyes, and she was saddened.

She squeezed a smile and said, "It's okay, something went out for a while."

"What's up?"

Su Xiang pressed his lips, his smile slowly fell, and finally the corners of his lips narrowly bent and his eyelids drooped.

Qi Lingyang looked at her expression and understood what was going on.

With the hanging hand on the side, the fingers were gripped one by one.

Fu Hanchuan created an opportunity to meet her forcibly in the name of the celebration banquet!

Su Xiang looked down and couldn't see his expression, but saw the fingers he held. She whispered: "Qi Lingyang, nothing happened."

Her finger lightly touched his raised fist bone: "Nothing..."

It's just that the man said some arrogant things and gave a suffocating hug.

Her throat rolled up and down, and the surging heart sea tried to calm down.

No matter how painful and difficult she is, she doesn't want to go back, and she doesn't want to live a life without dignity.

No matter how difficult the road is, she can always go on.

Qi Lingyang's whole body was tense, and the anger in his heart rose. He wanted to find that person to fight and warn him not to provoke Su Xiang again. He felt a little coolness on the back of his stretched hand, so he brushed it gently. Lowering her eyelids, seeing her half-closed fingers in her sleeves, the fire that ignited in her heart went out strangely.

Her fingertips were cold and not warm.

Qi Lingyang's palm loosened, and when she retracted her hand, she held her.

With warm hands in his palms, his eyebrows frowned and said, "Why is it so cold?"

Su Xiang sneezed, shook his head and said, "It's too cold."

There is still some way to the parking lot. Qi Lingyang frowned and glanced at her, took off his jacket and wrapped her around her body: "Leave the car alone, just let the hotel people drive back tomorrow."

He took her to his car and raised the temperature in the car.

Back in Xiangyuan, he personally boiled the quenching soup and watched her drink it before he felt relieved.

Su Xiang watched him busy, and said, "Leave me alone, I can take care of myself."

Pearl woke up and didn't know when she ran out of the room. She sat sleepily on the stairs. As soon as the two looked up, they saw the little girl sitting there, looking at them.

Su Xiang put down the water glass and walked towards her: "Pearl, why did you wake up from sleep?"

Seeing Su Xiang approaching, Zhenzhu obediently opened her small hand to hug her, resting her chin on her shoulder: "Ma Ma, think..."

Su Xiang has been busy these few days and hasn't held her much. The little girl missed her, and woke up when she heard the voice downstairs.

She looked at Qi Lingyang and grabbed him with her fingers open, as if she was about to hold him in her hand: "Baba..."

Qi Lingyang's expression has always been a little subtle, as if he was tensed. When he saw Pearl calling him, the unpleasant emotion was completely loosened and he walked over.

Seeing that her father and mother were both by her side, Zhenzhu laughed, showing two small pear vortices on her small face. She kissed this and that, showing the intimate feeling of the little cotton-padded jacket.

Since Qi Lingyang moved out of Xiangyuan, there has been no such time for a long time.

Qi Lingyang glanced at Su Xiang, who was holding his daughter. Only at this time could his heart really relax.

She still belongs here.

After teasing Pearl for a while, Su Xiang sent her back to the room, still reluctant to sleep, holding an adult's finger in one hand, Qi Lingyang hugged her to tell a story, and she slowly fell asleep.

After sending Qi Lingyang away, the whole house was quiet.

The choreographer for the finals had already been prepared, and it was still a little bit too late. Su Xiang was not drowsy at this time, so he went to the studio for the final finishing touches. Just when she finished the last stroke and was about to finish work, there was a sudden sharp pain in her chest, and her back arched in pain.

The pain came and went quickly, Su Xiang clutched his chest, and a kind of anxiety suddenly grew in his heart.

A pair of cold eyes crossed his mind, and the deep voice sounded: No matter how painful you are, you can't get rid of it...

...

Chang Yan's car was parked not far from the private cinema, and she saw Fu Hanchuan's strong hug on the road, and she also saw him enter the cinema with Su Xiang forcibly.

In the hotel, Fu Hanchuan's cold war angered Madam Zhuo Ya, and Chang Yan left the box with Madam Zhuo Ya at the time.

Those Mrs. Kuo’s gatherings were not over yet, and Mrs. Zhuo Ya was in a bad mood, so she asked the driver to drive over to go back. Chang Yan used the excuse to say hello to the wives before leaving and stayed.

In this minute of turning off, she saw Fu Hanchuan coming out of the box and going to the parking lot, and she also saw everything.

What they did during the half hour in the cinema, she didn't know.

She should have left here, but her stubbornness made her choose to keep it, waiting for them to come out.

When she saw Su Xiang coming out alone, she should have left, but she still chose to stay, wanting to know how he looked when he came out alone.

Fu Hanchuan waited until all the movies were shown before coming out. By this time, another hour had passed.

Chang Yan looked at the man standing on the steps lighting a cigarette, with a wry smile on her lips.

She is willing to accompany him, no matter what time, no matter how long.

When Fu Hanchuan was in the private room, he drank a lot of alcohol by himself. When he lit the cigarette, the light couldn't match. His body shook slightly, and he felt that everything in front of him was swaying.

Even the cloud of moonlight in the sky was dangling.

There was a wall behind, and his body leaned back. At this moment, he stretched out his hands and took his lighter. With a click, the fire light reappeared, and the woman's face looked soft under the light.

Fu Hanchuan squinted at her slightly, and his alcohol-filled brain became confused for a while.

He glanced forward, then tilted his head to look at the woman beside him.

The flame was shining, and the woman's bright face was in front of her eyes.

He raised his hand, and suddenly took her hand: "You..."

The woman only felt that the back of her hand was hot because of the temperature on his body. She was startled, and her heart thumped.

The flame of the lighter went out, and the surroundings fell into darkness again.

Fu Hanchuan held the hand, closed his eyes vigorously and shook his head. When he opened it again, the figure was still there.

It's not a phantom caused by firelight.

It's just that the figure keeps dangling, he can't see clearly, can't see clearly...

Fu Hanchuan stretched out his hand, held the woman's head and said, "Don't move."

Chang Yan's face was held by him, and the whole face was stained with the hot temperature of his palm, and her skin became red. Her eyes were slightly shy: "Samkawa, what are you doing, let me go."

Although it was a cold winter night, it was the end of the year, and many people came and went on the road.

Chang Yan was not accustomed to being held in such a way in the crowd, and she gently lifted her head. The next second, she was hugged into a warm embrace.

The man had a deep and **** voice with a drunken voice. He said, "Don't go..."

Chang Yan stood in a daze, half of her heart was hot and hot, and the other half was cold and cold.

Her eyes were hot, but her expression was cold.

She longs to be held in his arms, feel his temperature, feel every bit of his strength, and know clearly that the person who told him not to leave is not her.

She was just the one who was admitted to the wrong when he was drunk.

Chang Yan's arm rose stiffly, wrapped around his waist, and whispered, "Shanchuan, you are drunk."

Her shoulders sank, and he felt his head resting on her shoulders, and his breath was full of alcohol on his body.

At such a close distance, her neck could even feel the temperature of his cheeks.

She glanced at him sideways, under his broad forehead, there were his eyebrows painted in thick ink, the bridge of his nose, and those eyes that were never warm.

His eyes are always sharp, making her afraid to look at him for more than three seconds, and only at this time, she can be so close to him, can look at him so unscrupulously.

And when he relaxes like this, isn't it... Does he treat her as that woman?

Chang Yan blinked her sore eyes, and suppressed the choking in her throat: "I...I will send you back..."

She turned her head and glanced at the gate of the next theater, half-armed and half-supported, sending people in.

The waiter at the front desk saw that she was struggling to help a drunk big man, and wanted to help him get people to the box, but she refused.

"No, I can."

It took her a lot of effort to send people into the box.

This is a box full of romantic atmosphere, with flowered walls and ceilings, and the projection lamp in the middle of the ceiling creates the feeling of flower rain.

In this box, there is also a large round love seat with a pair of dolls on it.

Chang Yan didn't want to appreciate the romance here, and she freed her hand to pull down the pair of dolls, and put Fu Hanchuan on the sofa, with a thin layer of sweat on her back.

Fu Hanchuan opened his eyes slightly and looked at the flower on top of his head. He was shocked. Where is this place?

The eyes moved slightly, and the woman in front took off her coat, revealing her slender and slender back.

He stood up with a heavy body.

Chang Yan was sweating, and as soon as she took off her coat, a pair of arms behind her suddenly embraced her, and the man's mellow and deep voice whispered in her ear: "Su Xiang..."

The coat fell silently on the carpet.

Chang Yan trembled her lower eyelashes and felt the man's body temperature from behind pressed against her back, and he hugged her tightly.

That's just a dirty woman, is it still worth his thoughts?