Strongly Locked Up, Fu Shao’s Dumb New Wife

Fu Hanchuan had long arms, and he wrapped Su Xiang's shoulder with one hand. With the click of the camera, a frame of photos had been frozen.

The whole process was fast and smooth. When Su Xiang recovered, Fu Hanchuan had already let go of her.

Su Xiang looked at him blankly, Fu Hanchuan lowered his head and pressed something on the phone, and then saw him put the phone back in his pocket and walked forward, as if that had never happened before.

Su Xiang tilted his head and glanced at the mermaid with only its tail left, and he was still a little confused.

When Fu Hanchuan turned on the phone just now, she seemed to see her picture, which was also in this aquarium.

She is wearing a blue skirt in the photo.

Su Xiang's only impression of this aquarium is that one three years ago, but when did Fu Hanchuan sneak a photo of her?

"What are you doing in a daze?" The man's faint voice came from the front, and Su Xiang looked over. He had walked a certain distance and stood a few meters away. A straight suit made him upright and upright, and his spirit was cold. , Seems to come from the divine residence of the deep sea.

Su Xiang pursed his lower lip and walked up: "You..."

"Just now, what did you say to Fu Ying?"

The two spoke at the same time, and Su Xiang glanced at him. Fu Hanchuan's profile looked colder, and the faint blue water floated slightly on his handsome face.

Not far away, Fu Ying was lying in front of the glass looking at a big electric ray, like a huge gray-black black cloud swimming by.

He was emotionally stable, he didn't cry, was not particularly disappointed, and he didn't look like he was hit hard.

Su Xiang opened the mouth and said: "I have said everything that should be said."

Fu Hanchuan turned his head to look at her: "Aren't you afraid that he will regard you as a bad person and refuse to get close to you?"

Su Xiang said: "What kind of person am I? In the eyes of those who have nothing to do with me, it is just a melon seed that I have nothing to do with chewing, and I can vomit it after I chew it cleanly."

"I am happy, sad, and have nothing to do with them, and they don’t need to care about my mood, and won’t be happy, angry, sad, and happy with me. All the things that happen to me are just for them to talk about. That's it. This majority of people can be collectively referred to as the people who eat melons. Since this is the case, why should I care."

"There are still some people who use these incidents to seek benefits from me, just attacking me. In this case, I won't be slaughtered by anyone."

"The last small group of people care about me, they care about me. The only thing I care about is who I am in their eyes. But since they are close to me, they know what kind of person I am. You don't need to speak, they will support me. I."

"Fu Ying, he is my son, maybe he is still young and not very sensible. But in his heart, subconsciously, he is already on my side. If not, how can I say a few words? It makes sense?"

Fu Hanchuan watched her speak slowly, with a calm expression throughout the whole process, without complaining or resentment, with a kind of supernatural reason. He didn't know how much struggle and pain she had gone through to this step before she could calmly analyze it.

Those who don't hurt or itchy, those who I ignore and destroy me, those who are happy to see me hurt, those who love me when I laugh, I caress them.

"Okay." Fu Hanchuan nodded, putting his fingers in his pockets and slowly rubbing the lubricated surface of the phone. He said nothing, and walked forward.

When Fu Ying saw him coming, he pointed to a fish where he didn't know what was there and asked, Fu Hanchuan patiently explained it to him. At this time, a large group of small fish swam over, showing colorful colors in the water, like fireworks blooming in the water, especially spectacular.

"Wow..." Fu Ying opened his small mouth blankly and looked silly, "A lot of fish..."

Su Xiang was also shocked, the school of fish spread out over their heads and then closed again, until they were frightened by other fish, and then they quickly swam toward the depths.

Fu Hanchuan looked at her eyes still unfinished, and the corners of her lips twitched slightly. Just now, she was eloquent, almost thinking that she was going to be promoted, and now she was no different from a child.

Unknowingly after ten o'clock, Fu Yingwan didn't feel sleepy on Xing's head. He kept walking all over the aquarium before shouting that he could not walk.

The three of them slowly walked out of the Ocean Park, and a car quietly stopped in the parking lot. Fu Ying lay on Fu Hanchuan's shoulders with his eyelids, as if he had fallen asleep.

Fu Hanchuan opened the door, put Fu Ying'an on the back seat, and covered him with a blanket. The little guy curled up to sleep comfortably, and sighed contentedly.

Fu Hanchuan closed the car door, turned around, and saw that Su Xiang's eyes were still on the child.

He opened his mouth and said, "I heard that you are going to vacation with him in New Zealand?"

"Huh?" Su Xiang reacted to what he asked, and nodded again, "Yeah."

Her expression is faint, her eyes are clear, and she doesn't have any guilt or entanglement.

Fu Hanchuan frowned, and squeezed the phone with his fingers in his pockets.

"do not go."

Su Xiang closed his gaze from the distance, the corners of her lips moved slightly, and a trace of mockery appeared. She said, "Do you think I might listen to you?"

They are still bound by law, but in her view, they are already two separate individuals, and he has no position to say or ask for her.

Not surprisingly, Fu Hanchuan would meet her rebuttal. His gaze swept across the car window towards Fu Ying who was asleep. The child's protruding figure was blurred in the dim light, and he mocked Su Xiang. Said: "Just now, you were still explaining to your son, why, it's the same, and the same?"

Su Xiang looked at him silently, watched his cold and arrogant expression, and listened to his overbearing tone. She took a breath and spoke neither humble nor overbearing: "Fu Hanchuan, I think you might have misunderstood something. I didn't say in front of Fu Ying that we are a pair of loving parents."

"Since I want to tell him the truth, there is no need to create another illusion for him. I don't agree with you, and I don't agree with your Fu family."

Fu Hanchuan's frowning eyebrows were stretched flat, but seeing her eyes cooled down, the air stagnated for a few seconds. Su Xiang wouldn't know how tightly he gripped the fingers he put in his pockets.

Fu Hanchuan's lips stretched into a straight line, and his cold voice was like a winter night's frost: "So, you must go?"

"Su Xiang, I need to remind you again, are you still my Mrs. Fu?"

Su Xiang suddenly chuckled, and she said: "My famous Mrs. Fu has the right to travel around."

"That depends on who you are with!" Fu Hanchuan lowered his voice, the light of the red lantern imprinted on his eyes, like two burning fires.

She can walk around and relax, but she can't follow Qi Lingyang!

Three years ago, he just watched them leave Beicheng together, and would he sprinkle a handful of sand in his eyes?

Su Xiang pursed her lower lip, her smile fell down, and she said, "Fu Hanchuan, I am not you. I don't want to break my promise with such a simple promise."

She agreed to Qi Lingyang and the children, not wanting to break even the simplest one.

She meant something, and Fu Hanchuan understood it, and his face suddenly became extremely ugly. As long as she turned over those old accounts, he couldn't continue to fight her for reasons.

At this point, she has entered a dead end, and if she continues to argue, she will not change her mind, nor will he willingly agree, and the two of them frustrated.

The night breeze was blowing coldly, and in the aquarium, a young couple who wandered at night frolicked and ran out. Su Xiang glanced at his head and then said to Fu Hanchuan: "It's late, I should go back too."

Turning her toes, Fu Hanchuan subconsciously held her arm and fixed his eyes on her.

They should have gone all the way, they could go in and out together...

Su Xiang glanced down at his fingers. In the car next to him, Fu Ying slept soundly. From this perspective, Fu Ying seemed to sleep between their arms.

Su Xiang pursed his lips, lingeringly retracted his gaze and said softly: "Be careful on the road and drive slowly."

With that, she withdrew her arm, turned her head and walked over to her car.

Fu Hanchuan watched as her figure was slowly blurred by the darkness, and her fingers dropped slowly, and she whispered in her ears: Be careful on the road, drive slowly.

He chuckled his lips unconsciously, turned his head and opened the car door.

The front lights were on, and when I saw the lights of the car pierced through the night, it was gone for a while.

She was simply neat, Fu Hanchuan smiled again, took out the phone from his pocket, and the sound of unscreening sounded. He looked at the screen saver, then clicked on the icon of the album, and immediately entered the album. page.

The first photo that came out was a group photo of the two of them standing together.

He looked up, the bright light of the screen cast on his face, his complexion was rare to see tenderness, but it was only a moment.

Fu Hanchuan pressed several times on the screen, then put down the phone blankly and put his fingers on the steering wheel.

When Su Xiang drove the car, she heard the notification sound from her mobile phone to receive new information. She looked down at the handbag, and focused on driving safely.

Back to Xiangyuan, Qi Lingyang was still there, lying on the sofa in the living room to rest.

Zhang Ma came down with a blanket in her hand and looked like she was going to cover him. Seeing Su Xiang came back, she whispered: "Miss Pearl has fallen asleep. Mr. Qi has been waiting for you for a long time."

Su Xiang nodded, and Zhang Ma left lightly.

Su Xiang wanted to wake Qi Lingyang, but when he walked in, he smelled a faint smell of alcohol on his body, and his cheeks and cheekbones also showed a hint of red. She guessed that he might be socializing again. But his brows frowned, as if something was wrong.

Su Xiang gently put the blanket on him, and when he was about to retract his hand, his fingers were held by someone.

Su Xiang turned his head and looked over, facing Qi Lingyang's sleepy eyes when he was half-dreaming and half-awake: "Have you come back?"

Qi Lingyang lifted the blanket and sat up, rubbing his hands and rubbing his sleepy face before he became more energetic.

Su Xiang looked at him very tired, and said, "You have drunk, let the driver take you back."

Su Xiang planned to call the driver over, and when she was about to get up, Qi Lingyang pulled her down and sat down.

Under Qi Lingyang's calm expression, there seemed to be something struggling to rush out, but he still tried his best to hold it back. He asked, "It's so late, where did you go?"

Su Xiang opened his mouth, hesitated for a moment, and then said it. She said: "The Chinese New Year is coming soon, and I had a New Year's Eve dinner with Fu Ying in advance."

If Fu Ying was there, there must be that person... Qi Lingyang breathed smoothly, but his Adam’s apple rolled up and down, and he smiled: "Well, you and Fu Ying haven’t had a reunion dinner together for many years. It happened again recently. With so many things, you should talk to him more."

He paused and asked, "That kid... did you ask anything?"

Su Xiang showed a relieved expression on his face and said, "I've said everything."

"That's good." Qi Lingyang didn't get too entangled in this topic, raised his hand and took an item from the coffee table to her and said: "This is your visa and air ticket. Xiaocheng and the others will arrive tomorrow, and I will let Xiao Yun Arrange for them to take a break at the hotel, and when the New Year’s Eve dinner at the old house is over, we will set off to the airport."

Su Xiang stunned slightly: "So in a hurry?"

Qi Lingyang said: "Go earlier, come back earlier."

Su Xiang nodded and said nothing. Qi Lingyang glanced at her, opened his lower lips as if he had something to say, and when the words reached his mouth, he slapped on the tip of his tongue. He urged her: "It's getting late, you go wash it up, I will go back after a while. NS."

"Oh..." Su Xiang nodded, got up and walked upstairs, stepping on the stairs, and he felt strange.

She turned her head and glanced at Qi Lingyang. He was sitting on the sofa with his elbows propped on his knees, his back slightly arched, and his shoulders hanging slightly. He didn't know what he was thinking, quietly like a statue.

Su Xiang pursed his lips, turned his head and continued to walk to the room. When she passed the pearl room, she opened the door and looked down. The little girl slept very heavily, and she could hear her softly snoring while standing at the door.

Su Xiang smiled faintly, closed the door and walked to the opposite room. When she put her bag on the bedside table and was about to get her pajamas, she suddenly remembered that there seemed to be a message on the road before she read it and walked back.

Taking out the phone from the bag and opening the picture, Su Xiang was stunned.

Fu Hanchuan sent her the photo taken in Ocean Park.

In the background of the mermaid swimming towards the depths of the ocean, the profile of Fu Ying lying on the glass looking at it seriously, her look stupidly looking at the camera, and the face of Fu Hanchuan's Qingjun are all presented in a photo.

Since Su Xiang and Fu Hanchuan got married, they have never had a picture in the same frame, let alone a family portrait.

He doesn't like taking pictures, and the magazines published are only for necessary interviews. Otherwise, they are secretly photographed by the media, and it is difficult to see him a life photo.

And this photo was taken by himself.

Su Xiang remembered the photo of her three years ago on his phone again, and his heart jumped uncontrollably.

She looked at the person in the photo for a long time, and she didn't know what it was like, and the feeling of knocking over a five-flavored bottle was nothing more than that.

She wanted to seek peace with all her heart, and it was enough to keep such peace, why should he...

Even in the same passage, the same scenery, and the same people, the time that can't go back is just can't go back...

Su Xiang blinked his eyes vigorously, retracted his gaze from the curse-like screen, locked the screen, and took the clothes to wash.

After a while, Su Xiang walked out of the bathroom, wrapped a large towel around his head, and went downstairs to pour a glass of water.

The lights on the first floor have been dimmed, leaving only the wall lamp for lighting. In the dim light, there seems to be a person sitting on the sofa, where he can decide for himself.

Su Xiang frowned his eyebrows and turned on the light. In an instant, the whole living room lit up. Not surprisingly, that person was Qi Lingyang.

Just now, she felt that he was on his mind.

Su Xiang walked over and said, "Is such a good person drinking alcohol?" She looked at the wine bottle on the coffee table, and it was almost bottoming out.

Qi Lingyang's face was all red, even his neck was red, and his eyes were covered with red blood. He said: "Su Xiang, will you follow me?"

He looked straight at her, with uncertainty about her in his eyes.

Until now, he didn't feel that Su Xiang was him, even if he hadn't let go from the moment he was sure of his own mind.

Su Xiang frowned slightly. She had already agreed, and of course she would go together. She was about to speak, and the back of her hand was hot. His hot palm covered her small hand and clenched it tightly in his palm, as if it were A treasure that no one can take away.

He leaned on the back of the sofa, closed his eyes, and whispered in his mouth: "You went to have a reunion dinner together..."

Su Xiang pursed his lips and looked at Qi Lingyang who had liberated Yin Ren. He was not as gentle and considerate as he appeared on the surface, but a fragile, jealous, and restless man.

She knew that no man would not mind that his woman had a relationship with another man, especially that person still lived together.

He always pretends not to care in front of her, does not give her any pressure, and gives any support she wants. His good is the good of her unrequited.

But what was placed in front of her, which involved her heart, was the kind of entanglement that couldn't be solved. She didn't know when this kind of entanglement would end...

Su Xiang looked at him silently, her hand was still clenched in his palm, and he was pressed against her chest and heart. Under her palm, he could feel his powerful heartbeat, and the temperature urged by alcohol was transmitted to her through the clothes. Under his palm, his fingertips were heated up by him.

Little by little time passed, just when she thought he was asleep, Qi Lingyang suddenly opened his eyes, stretched out her fingers and took off the towel wrapped around her hair. In an instant, the strands of hair stuck together fell down. After coming down, Su Xiang's face was beautiful under the messy hair.

Su Xiang was taken aback. He touched the wet hair with his other hand. Qi Lingyang looked at her with a slightly open eyes and smiled, patted the hand on his chest, which seemed to be reassuring, and took a deep breath again. He closed his eyes and fell asleep, and said vaguely: "It's a dream...or...or..."

Su Xiang's heart was heavy, and he turned his head and looked at the night outside the window blankly...

Early the next morning, Su Xiang went downstairs holding the pearl. Qi Lingyang was not seen in the living room, and the blanket was gone. Zhang Ma came out of the kitchen carrying the casserole, Su Xiang asked, "Where is Mr. Qi?"

Zhang Ma looked at her blankly and said, "Didn't Mr. Qi go back last night? He hasn't come yet."

The casserole was placed on the table mat, and when the lid was lifted, a white mist rose, and the aroma of rice porridge overflowed.

Qi Lingyang walked in from the outside, still carrying the morning fog on his body. He patted the small drops of water that had condensed on the clothes and said: "It's so foggy today. Fortunately, there are not many cars now."

The fragrant porridge was floating in the air. He glanced at the casserole and asked, "It's so fragrant, is it shredded chicken porridge?"

Mother Zhang laughed: "Yes, the grass chicken I bought yesterday was raised by the farm."

Qi Lingyang put the jacket he took off on the back of the chair, took the seat away and sat down. He tilted his head and glanced at Su Xiang: "What are you doing while standing stupid, aren't you hungry?"

Seeing Qi Lingyang, Zhenzhu would pounce in his arms, and the soft little milk called for his father to hug him.

Qi Lingyang let Pearl sit on his lap, and the little girl smelled the scent of rice porridge, stretched out her hand to grab the ladle in the casserole.

Qi Lingyang was afraid that she would be hot, so he caught her little hand to prevent her from moving, and raised his chin to the pot of porridge and said, "Sheng porridge..."

Su Xiang glanced at him, picked up the empty bowl and carried the long-handled spoon to hold the porridge. Qi Lingyang played with Pearl as always. The bowl of porridge was placed in front of him, and he took the spoon to cool down and feed the porridge to Pearl.

Su Xiang saw him look refreshed and asked: "When did you go back last night?"

Qi Lingyang squeezed the spoon and said in the gap, "I didn't go back when you came back."

Look at his expression, as if none of those later things had happened. He didn't show the fragility when holding her hand, nor was he jealous or disappointed in her, there was nothing.

Su Xiang didn't know whether he didn't remember it or whether he chose to forget it deliberately.

"Oh..." Su Xiang responded, lowering his eyes to eat breakfast, and Yu Guang glanced at Qi Lingyang.

If he didn't mention it, she couldn't even mention it, but this subtle feeling... Su Xiang had a mouthful of sticky rice porridge in his mouth, eating absently. For a while, the whole restaurant had only the childish talk of pearls, and Qi Lingyang Low-pitched, patiently moaned.

Qi Lingyang wiped Pearl's mouth with a tissue: "Su Xiang..."

"Su Xiang..."

"Miss Su, Mr. Qi called you." Zhang Ma reminded him, and Su Xiang came back to his senses: "Well, what's the matter?"

Qi Lingyang looked at her empty bowl and said, "Are you full?"

Su Xiang looked down, her bowl was empty, and she realized that she had been immersed in her thoughts. She had eaten the bowl of porridge roundly, and she didn't taste any sweetness.

She put down the bowl and spoon and said, "Ah, I'm full."

Qi Lingyang said, "I will go to the old house and put on new clothes for her. The old man will feel distressed when he sees it."

Su Xiang glanced at the clothes Pearl was wearing, a purple tutu skirt with a layer of fluff on the side. It was a new skirt bought last month and only worn twice. However, when returning to Su's house to accompany the old man to dinner, it is better to dress her up more.

Su Xiang nodded, and asked Mom Zhang to tidy up the dining table before saying: "Give me the pearls."

She opened her arms, Pearl slid down Qi Lingyang's thigh, and ran to Su Xiang: "Ma Ma Ma Ma..."

The little girl was in a good mood today, and she kept yelling around her mother. Su Xiang picked her up and smiled: "Okay, okay, I'm going to scream with you."