Strongly Locked Up, Fu Shao’s Dumb New Wife

The place where Fu Hanchuan made an appointment was strange, it turned out to be a nursing home.

Su Xiang stopped the car. If she hadn't seen Fu Hanchuan's Bentley, she would have doubted whether Fu Hanchuan had written the wrong address.

She didn't know anyone in the nursing home, so she couldn't fill out the form when she went to the security guard. At this time, Fu Hanchuan didn't know where he came out from, and said to the security guard: "She is my assistant."

After a word, the security let it go.

On a main road, Su Xiang followed Fu Hanchuan, and in front of him was the sound of his leather shoes buckling on the ground. Listening to this rhythm, Su Xiang looked at both sides of the road from time to time.

A place like a nursing home is different from other places. It doesn't have the feeling of a cafe or restaurant.

There is no shortage of people here, but at first glance, they are all elderly people, walking, or sitting in the sun, playing chess and listening to the radio to tease birds.

The same human behavior is another feeling here.

The quiet here has a kind of peaceful taste, as if everything has slowed down, and impetuous people will calm down when they arrive here.

After calming down, there will be a kind of panic in my heart.

Here, no matter how slowly time flies, it will eventually move towards death.

Su Xiang slowly retracted his gaze and looked at the man walking in front.

Fu Hanchuan's back is broad and straight, giving people a sense of calmness, but at this time, under the warm sunshine, there is a sense of peace.

The appearance of the word peace on his body was very inconsistent.

You must know that Fu Hanchuan has always been domineering, fierce, and arrogant. Even when he was sick, he gave people a kind of pressure.

And in the section of the road they passed, the old people were just doing their own thing, and they had no sense of curiosity about the two strangers.

Su Xiang glanced at the man walking in front of him, and asked, "What are you asking me to do here?"

Fu Hanchuan put his hands in his coat, and stopped when he heard the words, but instead of looking back at Su Xiang, he pulled out a hand, pointed to the bench near a small pond in front of him, and said, "Go there and sit down." ."

As he said, he turned his toes and walked towards the bench, Su Xiang had to follow him.

There were many leaves in winter, and some leaves fell on the bench. Fu Hanchuan took out a handkerchief, wiped the bench, and then spread it out on it: "Sit down."

He himself sat down next to the handkerchief.

Su Xiang glanced at him, then sat down.

The surface of the pond was shimmering with golden light, and the fallen leaves floated on the water. The wind blew past, and the leaves swayed to the shore.

Fu Hanchuan said, "Do you think it's quiet here?"

Su Xiang glanced back at the old people, humming, and still didn't quite understand what he asked her to come here.

Fu Hanchuan tilted his head to look at her. Su Xiang was looking at an elderly couple, so he could only see her side face.

Her face is not the kind of awl face that is popular nowadays, her chin is slightly curved and round, her facial lines are very soft, her skin is very white, so white that she can see through light.

The hair was randomly bundled and hung behind his head, exposing small ears.

Fu Hanchuan's eyes fell on her ears, and the earlobes were round and full, which made people want to pinch.

The corners of his lips twitched slightly, and he followed her gaze forward.

An old couple sits near the rockery in front. They each hold a book in their hands. They don't seem to communicate much, but one hand is holding each other.

Fu Hanchuan's fingers stopped in mid-air, and suddenly pulled off the loops that bound her hair, and suddenly the black hair fell away.

Su Xiang was taken aback, turned his head and stared at the man angrily. The little hair loop was wrapped around his finger. Su Xiang stretched out his hand to grab it back, but he hid it.

He put the hair tie into his pocket, if Su Xiang wants to take it back, unless he puts his hand in his pocket.

Su Xiang glared at him and could only give up.

She is wearing a dark blue woolen coat with a white loose turtleneck sweater underneath, with loose hair behind her head, and her hair will flutter gently when the wind blows.

In this way, she is less capable and more lazy and comfortable.

Fu Hanchuan glanced at her, turned his head and said to the front: "I am preparing a big project for elderly care services. So let's find out first here."

It sounds like just small talk.

Su Xiang tilted his head and glanced at him indifferently. He wants to prepare the project, what does it have to do with her.

Just listen to Fu Hanchuan: "You just read a little bit, do you have any good suggestions?"

Su Xiang subconsciously glanced at the old couple. The most profitable industries in the future will be related to children and the elderly.

In the future, the problem of elderly care will be prominent, and the elderly have accumulated half a lifetime of money, and they want to be able to support their lives. Some high-tech companies have begun to make arrangements in this regard.

Fu Hanchuan has a keen eye and definitely wants to seize the opportunity in this big market.

But Su Xiang didn't know much about this, and only said: "I don't know."

Fu Hanchuan asked in another way: "So, if you are old, what kind of life do you want to live?"

Su Xiang was startled slightly and squinted at the front.

How should she live when she is old?

She is not thirty years old now, and has never thought about such a remote problem.

Both of her parents are not there, and she doesn't have much experience of living with the elderly. The most painful old age she has ever seen is probably Mr. Fu.

All day long lingering on the sick bed, living alone in that small building, working with medicinal stones, relying on machines to maintain life, nothing can be done.

The farthest he can go is probably to go to the balcony to bask in the sun. In fact, it is no different from being trapped in a cage, and he is always afraid of the moment when his breathing stops.

In the eyes of some people, that kind of life is already very boring, but for those who count the days, even looking at the rising sun every day is great.

Su Xiang suddenly remembered something from her childhood.

An old woman next door picked it up from the hospital, with a drip hanging from her arm, struggling to breathe, and saying Amitabha Buddha in her mouth. Don’t take her away. She waved her hands in the air indiscriminately, as if she was driving something. of.

At that time, she was hiding under the fence, holding on to the railing with both hands, looking at the grandma in horror, thinking she had been wicked.

The grandmother's children were full of sadness, saying that the old lady could not be saved, and asked her to leave at home.

Su Xiang didn't understand what it was to leave. Qin Ma saw her in the garden and quickly took her back to the house and told her not to watch.

Qin Ma said that the old lady was going to die and she was going to die.

But in Su Xiang's view, the old lady is very strong, and she can still recite sutras. How could she be dead?

She had seen her walking on the road with a Chihuahua the other day.

On that night, the grandma passed away.

Su Xiang faintly heard the sound of crying in the middle of the night, and was so scared that he lit the lamp all night and shrank in the quilt and did not dare to come out.

Su Xiang recovered from his memory and said slowly: "If I get old, I hope to leave in the fairy tale world."

"Huh?" Fu Hanchuan looked at her puzzledly. Children like the world of fairy tales. Where can adults believe in fairy tales.

Su Xiang said: "A person's life is from ignorance to maturity. The more you grow up, the more annoyed you are. When you leave, let's have a simpler life."

"There is a children's playground for young children, why can't the elderly have it?"

"The world of the elderly can also be blooming in spring."

Fu Hanchuan listened silently, the corners of his lips slightly raised. The project he wanted to do was the Elderly Paradise.

Fu Hanchuan's eyes shone slightly when she saw her. This woman has good ideas every time, but he knew it was too late...

Su Xiang looked at the time, half an hour has passed since he came here, is this the important thing he said?

Su Xiang turned her head and looked over, and she happened to meet Fu Hanchuan's bright eyes. She was stunned, and then she turned her head away.

She lowered her throat uncomfortably and said, "Fu Hanchuan, if you call me just for this matter, I think it has nothing to do with me."

With that, she stood up, and Fu Hanchuan reached out and held her arm: "Wait a minute."

His fingers pulled her down slightly, and Su Xiang had to sit down again.

Fu Hanchuan looked at her with a more serious expression. He said, "Su Liyi didn't come to the finals. Did she go to Qi Lingyang?"

Su Xiang frowned slightly, did he know the news so soon?

However, since he knew, there was nothing to hide, and she nodded: "Still negotiating."

Fu Hanchuan frowned: "So, do you know the whereabouts of Su Run?"

Su Xiang lowered his eyelids and did not answer. Fu Hanchuan sighed and said, "Su Xiang, I think at the moment, we'd better communicate and show all the information we know about each other, so that we can find the right direction. Find that person."

Su Xiang pursed his lips and said, "As long as I find Su Run, everything will come to light."

Meaning, she doesn't need to cooperate with him.

Anticipating that she would have this meaning, Fu Hanchuan reached into the inner pocket of the suit, and once again placed the photos of Su Xiang and Qi Lingyang in front of her.

He said: "Su Run is in Japan. Do you want to say that while he was hiding in Tibet, does he have any other energy to find someone to sneak a photo of you?"

Su Xiang curled his eyebrows and glanced at the photos: "Didn't you find someone to take a sneak shot?"

As early as when Fu Hanchuan threw these photos to her, the two had a big fight about it. So far, Su Xiang has been extremely unhappy with that memory.

When she thought of that, she moved aside, for fear of what he would do.

Fu Hanchuan choked on her throat, squeezing the photo with her fingers, wishing to pinch her neck.

This woman thought he was looking for someone to photograph her in order to deal with her in the future.

In her eyes, is he so bad?

Fu Hanchuan took a deep breath and said in a nasty voice: "I tell you, if you really want to go to court, you can't win me. No matter how capable you are, it is easy for me to deal with you."

"I took this photo as evidence and told others personally that I was being..."

He didn't say the word "green", and swallowed it abruptly, burning in his stomach.

At this time, Su Xiang glanced at the photos again.

Fu Hanchuan covered the sky in Beicheng, and if he wanted to fight him, ten of her would not be his opponents. A person so proud of him would not take these photos out of his face.

Su Xiang said: "It's not your words, who is that?"

Fu Hanchuan said angrily: "This is what I want to talk to you."

"In addition to the people behind the video, there are also people who secretly took these photos. Was it the same person or someone else?"

"If you don't clarify this matter, even if you find Su Run and know the truth of the video, if there are still a pair of people peeping at your back, can you live in peace?"

Su Xiang fell silent, biting her lip and holding back the breath in her belly. These photos were not exposed on the market. According to Fu Hanchuan, they were secretly placed in the Fu's old house and given to Mrs. Zhuoya. .

According to Mrs. Zhuoya's care for her son, she must have been furious when she saw these photos.

The last thing she wants to see is that Fu Hanchuan will get back together with her one day.

Therefore, she would send these photos to Fu Hanchuan to let him see her closeness with Qi Lingyang and make him hate her.

In other words, these photos were specially made for Madam Zhuoya and Fu Hanchuan to see.

Su Xiang said: "The person who took the photo doesn't want me to have another chance to enter the Fu family."

"The people who made the video made things even better and didn't want me to enter the Fu family again."

She laughed self-deprecatingly: "I am just a person who has never been recognized by the Fu family. I have no sense of existence in the Fu family, let alone fighting for any rights and property. I dealt with me deliberately, probably because I hindered this person. The way."

The Fu family has a big business, and there has always been a struggle for power and profit, and it has been going down from generation to generation. Even Fu Hanchuan, who always thought he was Fu Zhengnan's only son, suddenly appeared Qi Lingyang vying with him for the position of heir legal person.

She only gave birth to one Fu Ying, and she was regarded as the future heir of the Fu family when she was born. The child is still so young, unless those people think she is like Cixi, seizing power with the baby.

But Fu Hanchuan was in his prime, and Fu Zhengnan could go out at any time, pinching her to death with just one finger, it was not her turn, and she wouldn't be ridiculously overwhelmed and insisted on grabbing her.

She had never had such thoughts.

As for her career opponents, it is even more impossible. Three years ago, she had no career at all. Where did she come from an opponent. Three years later, with these photos, if you want to discredit her, you can come up with a news hype that explodes your relationship, and there is no need to send it to Mrs. Zhuo Ya.

Su Xiang slowly raised his eyes and looked at Fu Hanchuan and said, "You said, whose way am I blocking?"

Those who are vying to become Fu Hanchuan's women, become Mrs. Fu's women!

If Mrs. Zhuoya asked Su Run to design her in order to let her leave Fu Hanchuan forever, then the person who took this photo wanted to help and clear the way for himself.

She must disappear!

Fu Hanchuan's breathing sank, and he slowly squeezed his fingers.

She thinks like him...

At this time, Su Xiang sneered suddenly and looked at Fu Hanchuan and said, "Before, I was notorious, jealous, and fierce. All the women who had a relationship with you Fu Hanchuan didn't end up in any way. "

"You said, did I offend too many people, so I was retaliated against like this?"

After speaking, Su Xiang smiled shortly again, stood up, and looked around: "Maybe, there may be someone hiding somewhere watching me."

"Thinking about it this way, thinking carefully, I'd better stay away from you."

She nodded at him, turned and left slowly.

Fu Hanchuan turned his head to look at her back, his chest clogged up and it was even more uncomfortable.

There is really no room for rebuttal.

It's still that pond, or that bench, where two people sit and become one person. Fu Hanchuan glanced at the handkerchief, but didn't take it back. He took out the hair tie in his pocket and put it between his two fingers, playing with it.

After a while, another woman walked over. She was tall, short-haired, and dressed in a neutral fashion. She stepped on the ground and made a crisp clacking sound. You could see that she was the kind of imperial sister with a strong aura.

The woman stood beside Fu Hanchuan, glanced at the hair ring on his finger, and said, "What did she leave behind?"

Fu Hanchuan didn't raise his head, he just hummed, and put the hair loop back into his pocket.

Feng Qingyang glanced at the square handkerchief on the chair, and when he was about to sit on it, Fu Hanchuan stretched out his hand and took the square handkerchief back.

Feng Qingyang kept a half-squatting posture, watching him slowly fold up Fangpa and retract his pockets.

A disgusting expression appeared on the woman's face: "Fu Hanchuan, you are really a pervert. I don't know what those women are after you."

There is only a good leather bag, no gentlemanly demeanor.

Feng Qingyang took out a piece of tissue from his bag and spread it out. Then he sat up and said, "You said, your ex-wife thinks about ideas, how about it? Did you get ideas out of her mouth?"

Fu Hanchuan folded his long legs, one arm propped on the armrest, and looked at her lazily and said, "I don't need to talk to her."

Feng Qingyang gave him a white look, took a cup of coffee from the beverage handbag he was carrying, and placed it between the two of them, while he took the other cup and covered his hand.

Fu Hanchuan glanced at the cup of coffee. He came in a hurry just now and didn't buy anything on the road. He touched the hair tie, nothing more, it didn't have to be for her.

He took a sip of coffee and said, "Elderly Paradise."

Feng Qingyang was stunned, then turned to look at him: "What did you say?"

Fu Hanchuan looked forward and said again: "A paradise for the elderly, a place for the elderly to bring fun and realize their dreams."

Feng Qingyang blinked gently, then turned to look at the old people around, slowly comprehending, she smiled slightly: "Sounds good, let's talk about it."

Feng Qingyang is the only daughter of the Feng clan, but she is not the only child. She has an older brother and a younger brother, but she is not someone who can carry the banner.

The feudal feudal poison is still unclear, and the family patriarch gave her a masculine name. He was cultivated as a man, but did not regard her as the heir. No matter how capable Feng Qingyang was, it was nothing more than rubbing his brother’s buttocks. Hapless.

The first time I met with Fu Hanchuan was at a coffee shop to wipe his **** on Feng's cooperation with Shengtang Technology.

The director of Sheng Tang broke the bribery scandal, and the problem was with Fu, but it was another representative of Feng's who talked about this cooperation case, that is, her younger brother Feng Qinghong. When something went wrong, her sister naturally went to the aftermath.

At that time, I don’t know why. Fu Hanchuan and her aura were very different. The two almost broke up and stopped the cooperation. Later, they continued under Qiao Shen's mediation.

When finally leaving, Feng Qingyang couldn't help asking: "Mr. Fu, you seem to be very prejudiced to me?"

Fu Hanchuan only faintly said one word: "Yang."

Because it has the same word as that person's name, it makes him hate it.

At that time, Feng Qingyang looked inexplicable, but only later remembered that there was a person with the same word as her name, Qi Lingyang, the founder of the Tang Dynasty.

That night, she called Fu Hanchuan. After chatting a few gossips, the two actually felt like old friends. They talked very happily, and then they went for a drink together.

Feng Qingyang is not reconciled to being regarded by the Feng family as a cow and a horse, while Fu Hanchuan is not satisfied with the fields that Fu is currently involved in, and is limited by the fact that the problem of capital flow cannot be expanded.

The two hit it off, established a covenant, and set their sights on the elderly market.

They just have no specific concept of what they do. At that time, Fu Hanchuan thought of Su Xiang. She always had some weird things in her mind, so she looked for opportunities to ask her.

Fu Hanchuan touched the hair loop and said what he had thought of. Feng Qingyang nodded as he listened, his eyes shining slightly.

"...In short, the elderly paradise can be a limited garden, but it is not limited to these a few hectares of gardens. It is assisted by technology companies. If this project is carried out, the future benefits will be very substantial."

After Fu Hanchuan finished speaking, he glanced at Feng Qingyang and said: "I will let Qiao Shen draw up a detailed plan. Next, I hope Miss Feng can persuade your company to further develop in-depth cooperation between the two."

Feng Qingyang smiled, eyes gleaming, she said: "No problem."

If this project is successful, Feng's will not only have a single tourism sector. She has accomplished things that neither of Feng's two generations have done successfully. Those old folks in Feng's family will know what Feng Qingyang is. People!

Fu Hanchuan lightly tapped the cold metal handrail with his fingers, staring straight ahead.

The glittering gold on the surface of the pond leaped on his dark pupils, but it was like a flash of fire.

He then faintly said: "Then that one cooperation, please ask Miss Feng."

Feng Qingyang turned his head to look at him, and the corner of his lips curled up and said, "Since she came up with this idea, of course I will do my best in return."

"But..." She paused, "Fu Hanchuan, people say that you are weak, and those people are really blind."

Fu Hanchuan looked cold and did not respond to Feng Qingyang's ridicule.

Feng Qingyang looked at him with a serious face, smiled, and shook his head unfortunately: "I don't know if she's on you, you're lucky or unlucky."

"..."

Feng Qingyang stood up and said, "Okay, I should go now. You will slowly blow your air here to be cool."

Fu Hanchuan glanced at her, put his finger down, and finally said, "You look good on that day, you are like this..."

He shook his head and stopped making any comments.