Strongly Locked Up, Fu Shao’s Dumb New Wife

He glanced at Qiao Shen, who was wearing casual clothes and dark circles under his eyes, and frowned slightly to see him sitting down on the recliner.

It has been several days since I came to Kuala Lumpur, and Qiao Shen is still the conscientious Qiao Shen, but Fu Hanchuan still sees something strange.

As a person who travels frequently, if jet lag or hotel room leaks affect sleep, it is unlikely that insomnia will occur. What's more, Malaysia is about the same time as in China. If the room is dripping, you can negotiate with the hotel to change the room. That is to say, there are other reasons for their dark circles.

Fu Hanchuan drank his mouth water, pointed his index finger at Qiao Shen's eye socket and said: "The state is not quite right recently, why?"

Fu Hanchuan is in a state of resignation and does not need to deal with so many company affairs. As an assistant, Qiao Shen's trip is equivalent to a vacation. He dullly looked at the few women swimming in the pool, feeling bored and his head hurt. Raising his finger and rubbing it a few times, he turned to Fu Hanchuan and said, "Mr. Fu, there is nothing you have to deal with, I have time."

Fu Hanchuan raised his eyebrows slightly, looked at him lightly and said, "No."

Qiao Shen closed his mouth, frowning, and he could see that he was upset now. At this time, the mobile phone on the table rang, and the two of them looked sideways at the mobile phone. Fu Hanchuan stretched out his hand, opened the message and checked, sat up and said, "Go get ready and go."

A message was sent from the beach house that the old woman was back.

Qiao Shen understood, nodded his head and immediately got up and entered the hotel together.

In the room, Qiao Shen changed into a slightly casual suit, turned on the phone before going out and took a look. It has been a week, and the woman did not give him a call or a message.

He didn't want to admit that the woman chose not to meet.

When we got on the bus, the local driver drove. Fu Hanchuan was sitting in the back seat. Next to him, there was a fruit basket and a bouquet of flowers, which were used as gifts for a while. The man’s well-knotted fingers rested on the handle of the fruit basket and moved his fingers lightly, hoping to get some useful news in a while and not wasting his time this week.

The place where the old lady lives is not far from the hotel, she will be there in a while. This is a well-known local Chinese gathering area, where the rich are located. Enter the villa area with security guards at the door. The driver got out of the car and went to negotiate. The security guard entered the security room to make a phone call. After a while, people came out. The driver went to the car window and said, "Sir, the other party said that they didn't know you, so they wouldn't meet."

Fu Hanchuan lightly nodded his forehead with his finger, and said a few words to the driver. The driver went to negotiate again, and the security called again to communicate. After a while, he let him go.

He only said three key words: Beicheng, Pillow Garden, Yanlin.

When the car enters the villa area, the road is wide and the separate villas are separated by a large distance. In addition to the villas, there are many green plants in the field of vision. The car stopped in front of a red-roofed villa, Fu Hanchuan got out of the car, and Qiao Shen took the fruit basket and flowers from the car.

There was a housekeeper guarding the entrance of the villa, and the other party came up and asked, "May I ask that you are Mr. Fu?"

Fu Hanchuan nodded, and through the black wrought iron fence, one could see a white head among the lush flowers inside. It seemed that the woman was Mrs. Shen.

The butler stretched his hand and put on an inviting posture: "The old lady is inside, Mr. Fu please."

I nodded again, entered, and saw the old lady more clearly. She was sitting in a wheelchair with a checkered blanket on her knees. She had silver hair, deep wrinkles on her face and muddy eyes. It looks like it's more than eighty.

The old lady listened to the footsteps, and her old voice rang: "Here?"

Fu Hanchuan stood two or three steps away from her: "Mrs. Shen, hello, this is Fu Hanchuan." He handed the flowers to the old lady, and the old lady looked down at the bunch of white **** flowers, which were hanging down. In the eyelids, there was some warmth in his eyes, and there was also a hint of shrewdness.

She looked up at Fu Hanchuan and said, "Young man, you are very interested."

Fu Hanchuan's lips tucked slightly, and he stood there without moving. The next second, the old lady showed a chill on her face, and said in a stern tone: "Let's go, what are you staring at my old lady doing?"

"Don't think I don't know, you've been asking about me during this period of time. Hmph, all have been found in the cemetery, what do you want to do! What do you want to do to Yanlin!"

Fu Hanchuan said in his heart that he deserves to be the person next to Yanlin. This old lady is old but has a clear heart, and her feelings have been watching him secretly this week.

His tone was calm, and he said, "Mrs. Shen, don't get me wrong. I just want to ask the old lady about something. It's not malicious."

The old lady looked up at him for a while, Fu Hanchuan's face was calm and calm, and she quietly let the old lady look up and down, Qiao Shen put the fruit basket in his hand on the side of the tea table at this time. The old lady glanced at him, then nodded her chin and said, "Sit down."

After that, she touched the flower tenderly and lovingly with her dry fingers, and asked the maid behind her to put it in the vase. Turning her head, she said to Fu Hanchuan: "The lifespan of the **** flower is very long. Short, only open for one day."

After speaking, she just sat there and said nothing. Qiao Shen looked at Fu Hanchuan, and the old lady's words were thoughtless and confusing. Don’t you like this flower? But compared to the delicate fruit basket she only glanced at, she obviously liked the bunch of flowers more, otherwise she wouldn't show that look.

Also, when she went to the cemetery, according to the data, they were all this kind of **** flowers, otherwise they would not say they were interested when they met.

Fu Hanchuan put his fingers on his legs and pressed her thin lips without rushing to speak. The old lady glanced at him and slowly said: "Why don't you speak anymore? Didn't you want to ask me something?"

Fu Hanchuan's expression became more serious, and he didn't scribble in his words. He said directly: "Just now the old lady said, I went to the cemetery. I want to ask Madam, who is that person in the cemetery? What does it have to do with you? ?"

Mrs. Shen took a deep look at him, sneered, took the hot tea on the table and took a sip and said, "Young man, it looks like you are not doing well with your homework. No one can find it, so she came to ask me. It's funny."

Qiao Shen frowned slightly, and felt that Mr. Fu's questioning was improper. How can anyone ask questions like this, shouldn't they ask for verification?

Fu Hanchuan's expression was flat, and he said silently: "Old lady, a person without a name and no record, I can't find out, but what makes me wonder is the time of death on the tombstone. At that time seven years ago. What I know is that one person I knew also passed away at about this time."

The old lady's hand paused, but she didn't raise her head or speak, only slowly rubbing a jasper bracelet on her wrist.

Fu Hanchuan glanced at her and continued: "The date of birth on the tombstone is the same as the person I know. He was born in the same month and died in the same month. This coincidence made me curious about the person in the cemetery. ."

The tombstone is engraved with a person’s date of birth to date of death, indicating the traces of this person’s life in the world. Fu Hanchuan later checked Shen Yan’s date of birth. Although it is a long time ago, it can still be found.

Such a coincidence, instinctively told him that he must come once and see this old lady.

The old lady said: "There are so many people in this world, not to mention the same year and the same month, even if one more lives and died on the same day, it is not surprising. You said you are in Beicheng and I am in Nanyang. What is so strange?"

Fu Hanchuan curled the corner of his lips and said, "Indeed. It's probably because of Mr. Yan's relationship, so I paid more attention."

The old lady squinted her eyes slightly, her muddy eyes showed shrewdness again, she asked: "So, the person you are following is Yanlin, and he is the point, right?"

"Don't get me wrong, old lady. I have no ill will towards Mr. Yan. He is a friend of my father's. That's why he has such concern."

"Humph." The old lady snorted in her nose, her eyes moved slightly, and then asked: "You said, the person you know passed away at about the same time, who is this person yours?"

Fu Hanchuan's eyes drooped slightly, and after pulling the corners of his lips, he raised his eyelids and said, "It's true that you are my mother-in-law."

The breeze was blowing. In this air flow, Fu Hanchuan heard a slight tightness in his breath. He looked at the old lady calmly, and Mrs. Shen's face was as usual, and she gave a faint "Oh", seeing Fu Han Chuan looked at her with concentrated eyes, and she added lukewarmly: "It turns out that it's like this, no wonder you care about it."

Fu Hanchuan smiled slightly and said, "Madam, can you tell me who is that?"

Mrs. Shen sighed softly, and the old voice said, "A very important person to me."

The butler behind her glanced at the old lady who looked tired, and stepped forward and said: "The old lady is tired and needs a rest. Please come again next time, Mr. Fu."

Fu Hanchuan exchanged glances with Qiao Shen and nodded at the old lady: "Excuse me."

After the two withdrew, Mrs. Shen looked at the two tea cups on the table in a daze. The housekeeper stepped forward and asked, "Old lady, why didn't you tell Mr. Yan?"

In fact, as long as she didn't agree to meet, the two people couldn't come in, so the old lady still wanted to see them.

The old lady waved her hand and motioned to the people to remove everything on the table. She said: "They are doing a big deal. I can handle this, so why bother them."

The wind was getting stronger, and the housekeeper pushed her into the house. The old lady thought for a while and said, "However, I want to ask Yanlin, who is this Fu Hanchuan, you can get me the phone."

"Okay, please wait a moment, old lady." The butler pushed the wheelchair to the living room and stopped, and went to the coffee table to get the mobile phone.

After a while, the old lady heard the answer on the other end of the phone, and she was relieved. She turned out to be a business partner. She asked a few more cares such as paying attention to the body and put away the phone.

The housekeeper took the phone and put it in the corner of the table and put it away, then said to the old lady: "Would you like to go to sleep for a while?"

In the pillow garden of Beicheng, Yanlin put down the phone, his face darkened slightly. Fu Hanchuan went to Kuala Lumpur unexpectedly, and found the villa, which was really idle away from Fu.

Yangu happened to be in the pillow garden, watching him put the phone on the window sill, he said: "Father, keep the old lady from you, is that okay?"

He could understand that Yanlin didn't want people to know his past, but the old lady's side was related to Shen Yan after all.

Yanlin looked at the large blue sky ahead, and said Shen Shen: "The old lady is too old, not suitable for rejoicing and compassion."

Yangu nodded: "What my father said is."

Compared with other family members, Ding Xingwang, they feasted the family, no, the Ye family, there were no more than three people, old and young, and they depended on each other. Seven years ago, when Shen Yan died, Yanlin only told the old lady that she had died of illness, but did not tell the truth about the tragic situation.

In Kuala Lumpur, Fu Hanchuan got in the car and returned to the hotel. Qiao Shen said, "Mr. Fu, the old lady said nothing. Have we waited for nothing these days?"

Fu Hanchuan heard that Qiao Shen's tone was a little anxious. In the past, he would not talk so much no matter how long he was on business trips. He said, "Want to go back to China?"

Qiao Shen was taken aback, pressed his lips and lowered his eyelids. Fu Hanchuan turned his head and looked out the window. There were green hibiscus all the way. He said, "It's not that she didn't say nothing."

The old lady was alert to outsiders and naturally wouldn't have to answer questions, but when he mentioned Shen Yan, the old lady was responsive, but she was still restraining. Moreover, her feelings for that bunch of **** flowers are unusual.

Qiao thought about it deeply, and recalled it carefully, as if the old lady's reaction was a little different.

"So are we continuing to wait here?"

But if you continue to stay here, you don't necessarily have to slowly talk to the old lady's friend, and ask you again when you get acquainted with you? The problem is, that is the privacy of others, even if you get in touch, it is impossible to ask.

Fu Hanchuan leaned on the seat, closed his eyelids, and rubbed the phalanx of his index finger with his fingers on his legs.

There are some links that he doesn't know about, so it is not a simple matter to find useful information that can be pieced together from so much messy information.

Shen Yan and Su Mingdong were buried together, so what happened to the tomb in Malay?

Fu Hanchuan squeezed his fingers hard, opened his eyes, and said, "Book the ticket back to the city first."

Chenfeng Gallery is a high-end gallery, which is different from other galleries in terms of decoration.

On the high design floor, paintings of various sizes are hung on the wall, illuminated by the soft light, every painting seems to have life. The gallery is divided into two areas, with the reception hall in the middle as the central axis, Chinese ink paintings on the east side, containing master calligraphy, and Western paintings on the west side, as well as famous Japanese and Korean paintings.

It is said that here, some famous paintings are only hung up and not sold, and they need to be auctioned to get them.

But no matter what it is, the artistic atmosphere here makes people who come here naturally quiet down and quietly appreciate the masterpieces here. Su Xiang thought that the children would feel bored when they came here. At this time, when she saw the two children, Fu Ying opened her eyes wide, with a look of appreciation, and the pearls were smaller, but in such an atmosphere he only followed her quietly. 'S side.

There was a carpet on the ground, and there was no sound from stepping on it. The few of them looked all the way and stopped for a while when they saw the interesting paintings. There are many paintings from many years ago, many of which are already contemporary celebrity painters, and those paintings have naturally risen with the tide, and they are expensive.

Su Xiang has always selected paintings that were signed 30 years ago, but unfortunately, these paintings are not included.

The manager of the gallery is very clever, and most of the people who came to see the paintings were people with heads and faces. Recognizing Su Xiang's face, she took the initiative to ask: "Ms. Su, are you satisfied with these paintings?"

Su Xiang was taken aback for a moment: "Do you recognize me?"

The manager smiled and said, "Last year's Fu Rui charity auction, this gallery also had a painting on auction, so I saw Miss Su."

"Oh." Su Xiang nodded, and listened to the manager asking, "Miss Su, what can I do for you?"

Su Xiang just wanted to ask, so he said, "I want to ask, are all your paintings in this exhibition?"

The manager smiled slightly and said: "The exhibits this time are only part of the gallery's collection."

"Then can I look at the ones that are not on display?"

"I need to ask Mr. He about this. Miss Su, please wait a moment." As she said, she nodded and went to inquire.

While waiting, Su Xiang glanced at Qi Lingyang, playing drums in his heart. I don't know why, she has a feeling standing here, she feels very close to that person. It seems to turn around, or you can see it when you look up.

However, she didn't even know what the painter's name was, and whose name was the last name.

She resented Su Run again. He didn't even know the name of that person, but he hated her deeply.

Qi Lingyang squeezed her finger and said, "Don't worry, that Mr. He has been in this industry for many years, and he should be able to find some eyebrows."

"Yeah." Su Xiang nodded, adjusting his breathing lightly to calm himself down.

After a while, an old man with a goatee and round black-rimmed glasses walked over. He was not tall, and his chubby face opened up the folds on his face, giving people a sleek and sophisticated feeling. , He himself has no artistic flavor. It's hard to imagine such an old man running a gallery business.

The old man stood still in front of Su Xiang and the others, and said with a smile: "Miss Su, Mr. Qi, I heard that you want to see other paintings, but are you not satisfied with those paintings?"

Qi Lingyang was not surprised that the old man recognized him. He smiled lightly and said, "It's not dissatisfaction, but it's a work of art and eye-catching."

"Hehe, what Mr. Qi said is." He turned his head and glanced at Su Xiang, "A person looks at a painting just like picking an object. Whether or not the person is beautiful, the key is to be eye-catching."

Qi Lingyang smiled without saying a word, Su Xiang squeezed a smile and asked, "Then Mr. He, can we take a look?"

The old man wants to do big business, and a wealthy man like Qi Lingyang visits the gallery in person, and of course he wants to do his business. His arm stroked: "Please."

Su Xiang turned his head and told Mom Zhang and the driver to watch the two children stay here, and then walk along with the old man.

There is a door behind the reception hall in the middle, open that door, there is a passage inside, and you can reach the basement by going down the stairs. Paintings are also hung on the wall side of the stairs, all the way down, the light in front of you is as bright as an art exhibition hall.

There is no distinction between Eastern and Western art, all put together, not yet distinguished, many are enclosed. The old man stood aside and said with a smile: "All of my paintings are here, but I don't know which one can enter Miss Su's eyes."

Su Xiang lightly nodded to him, and looked at the paintings. The paintings are piled here, the painter's name is written on the oil paper cover, and there is still painting time, so it is not so difficult to find. And judging from the dust falling on it, you can also tell the years.

Su Xiang was looking for a painting there. Qi Lingyang stood beside the old man. The old man looked at him and said, "Aren't Mr. Qi together?"

Qi Lingyang smiled and said, "The gift I gave her is of course to be liked by her."

The old man smiled and nodded: "Mr. Qi is very considerate to Miss Su."

Qi Lingyang smiled, pointing to the painting that looked like years old, and asked: "Mr. He, I want to ask you something."

"Oh, I don't dare to ask, Mr. Qi just ask if you have anything." The old man was a little fluttered by the word "ask" and looked at him with a smile.

Qi Lingyang said: "I heard that Mr. He has been an art dealer for more than 30 years, and he knows countless painters, talented men and beautiful ladies. I wonder if the old man also knows some stories about these painters?"

The old man was startled when he heard the words, the corners of his eyes were squeezed like chrysanthemums, and he said: "So Mr. Qi also likes to listen to stories. Well, of course, there are many stories for talented men and beautiful ladies." Without that little story, his paintings Can't sell it at such a high price.

Qi Lingyang said: "I heard from my father that there were three beauties in Beicheng more than 30 years ago, and one of them, Shen Yan, also had some stories with the painter. I wonder if the old gentleman has heard of it?"

The old man squinted his eyes, leaned back slightly, touched the goatee on his chin in a thinking state, glanced at Qi Lingyang and said, "Well, Mr. Qi's mother is also a beautiful woman."

Qi Lingyang is naturally clear about Yu Kelan's story. He smiled and said: "Of those three beauties, only Shen Yan's is the most confusing and most in line with the story of a gifted man and a beautiful woman."

The old man sighed with emotion: "Yeah, such a beautiful woman." A great beauty in the alluring city and the country could not end well in the end.

He said, "Speaking of which, I have seen that great beauty."

Qi Lingyang took the opportunity to say: "The old gentleman entered the industry more than 30 years ago. He should have known that painter too, right?"

The old man stroked the goatee, walked forward two steps and stopped, then took another two steps, reminiscing about the past in this square inch. He sighed deeply and said, "Knowing, of course, we have known each other for 30 years."

At this time, Su Xiang found an old painting in those painting piles that fit the time of the time. I don’t know why. She looked for those paintings and didn’t even have the idea to take a look at the other paintings. There was only this painting. When I touched it, I felt a strange feeling in my heart, as if there was a kind of intuition in my heart.

She looked at the fuzzy handwriting on the cover that was covered by dust, and wiped it without too much dirt, and the two pencil names became clear to Ye Cheng.

When she muttered the name, the old man paused and turned to look at her