Strongly Locked Up, Fu Shao’s Dumb New Wife

Qi Lingyang glanced at her, smiled and said, "What else can I do?"

We have already found out this point, and of course we will continue to check on it. However, he always felt that the sudden departure of Yanlin this time was not so simple.

Old man He said that no matter whether it was Ye Cheng or anyone else, he had never been to him again. It was impossible for Yanlin to know that they had found the gallery so quickly. What was the reason? Where did he go?

Back in Xiangyuan, the car stopped. Qi Lingyang still had to return to the company and did not get off. Su Xiang entered the door holding the painting. Zhang Ma saw her and said, "Miss Su, the people at the gallery just sent me some paintings and said It's for you."

Su Xiang was stunned: "Give it to me?"

So old Mr. He is so refined and willing to give her the painting? Or did he find Ye Cheng's painting again? Didn't it mean that Ye Cheng only left that one painting?

On the floor of the living room, there are several huge paintings stacked. They have not been opened yet. Su Xiang carefully put the paintings he was holding on the sofa first, and asked Zhang Ma to help her unpack them.

The piece of paper hissed and gradually revealed the paintings inside. Su Xiang asked Madam Zhang: "Did the gallery people say who sent it?"

Although Su Xiang only saw Ye Cheng's paintings, she could tell at a glance that these paintings were not in Ye Cheng's style, but the style of painting was exquisite and was made by famous artists.

It is a traditional Chinese painting of mountains and rivers, and the inscription is a picture of the four seasons of Wuyi Mountain. After thinking about it, Su Xiang didn't need to think about it, and a name came out.

She found the mobile phone from her bag, and the other party seemed to be sensing it. The phone rang first. Su Xiang glanced at the caller ID on it and pressed answer. The man's low voice came and said, "I received the picture?"

Su Xiang glanced at the paintings lying flat on the carpet: "Well, I saw it. What are you doing buying these paintings for?"

Fu Hanchuan had returned to Fu Mansion. He was sitting in the living room with his legs crossed. He was holding his mobile phone. Without answering her question, he asked, "Have you been to the Pillow Garden?"

Su Xiang frowned, how did he know?

After bypassing those paintings, she sat on the sofa and picked up a pillow to cushion her back. When she turned her head, she glanced at the torn paper piled on the ground. It was made by Chenfeng Gallery. She understood, her breath sank slightly and said, "Have you been to Morrowind Gallery?"

Fu Hanchuan's voice was calm and calm: "What I want to know, I will definitely find out."

Su Xiang pursed his lips, looked at the valuable paintings, and said, "So, you bought the paintings and wrote some paintings just to tell me where you have been?"

Fu Hanchuan’s slow voice came over: "Su Xiang, don’t try to change the subject. If you want to see Yanlin right away and ask him the questions you want to ask, it’s best to pack your luggage tonight and go to Hangdong Airport, early tomorrow morning. Five o'clock plane."

After speaking, he hung up the phone. Su Xiang looked at the darkened mobile phone screen, and she hung up without asking him where to go.

She frowned and looked at the paintings. He used these paintings to get news of Ye Cheng from Mr. He?

He also knew that she was looking for Yanlin. She hadn't told him anything. How much did he know?

With a ding of the phone, Su Xiang turned on the screen, and sent a photo on WeChat, a tombstone, black marble, with only two time points engraved on it, the date of birth and the date of death.

Su Xiang's face changed, and he squeezed the phone, his throat rolled.

She typed a few words on the screen and felt it was too slow, so she said directly: "Fu Hanchuan, where did you see it?"

On the other end, Fu Hanchuan faintly replied: "I can help you find the person you are looking for, including that place, I can also take you there. So don't be late at the airport tomorrow."

At the end of the communication, Su Xiang held the phone tightly and his breath sank.

...

In the evening, Qi Lingyang came over for dinner as usual. Because they were working late, Su Xiang and Pearl had already eaten. Su Xiang brought out the hot food, and Qi Lingyang played cards with Pearl in the restaurant.

"Don't play for now, let's have dinner."

Su Xiang stretched out his hand to hold the little girl so that Qi Lingyang could eat. The girl was tired of Qi Lingyang's legs and refused to move.

Qi Lingyang smiled: "Whatever she wants."

Pearl wrinkled her nose and made faces at Su Xiang, stretched out her little hand to hold the chopsticks as a toy, Qi Lingyang taught her how to use chopsticks by the way, and the food was cold after a while, Su Xiang held a bowl of soup and handed it to him, helplessly said: "You Used to her again."

Qi Lingyang said: "If you don't spoil you now, you will easily be abducted by others when you grow up."

Su Xiang smiled and said, "You eat first, and I'll clean it up later."

She took Pearl away and gave her a bath. When it was over, Qi Lingyang had finished dinner and washed the dishes.

In the children’s room, pearls covered her bear quilt. Su Xiang was telling her a bedtime story. Qi Lingyang walked over, took the storybook and said: "I'll come."

Su Xiang gave him the position. When she held her finger on the doorknob, she paused for a while, looked at Qi Lingyang and said, "I have something to tell you in a moment."

Qi Lingyang glanced at her, nodded, while continuing to tell the story of Avanti.

Su Xiang closed the door lightly. In the crack of the door, the man's deep and mellow voice was gentle, and she glanced at the door to her bedroom.

When Qi Lingyang coaxed Pearl to sleep and Su Xiang told him about it, it was not without surprise that his face sank.

He said, "So, you decided to go with him?" He glanced at the red suitcase that Su Xiang placed on the corner of the bed. In fact, he didn't need to ask anything. The result was decided.

Su Xiang nodded and said, "Ling Yang, I can't wait. You know, I am no different from a person without roots. Whether Yanlin is Ye Cheng or not, I want to know."

"Every day before I go to bed, I think about this in my mind. When I open my eyes every day, I will ask myself in the mirror again, who am I."

"The name Su Xiang shouldn't be my real name."

Some things are just like scratching. It’s okay not to touch them. If you touch them, you want to get to the bottom of it.

Over the years, she has suffered so much for this matter, and she has to seek justice for herself.

Qi Lingyang looked at her silently, and he said: "From your standpoint, I shouldn't say anything. But from my standpoint, I still have to say my thoughts once. I don't want you to go with him. "

Su Xiang didn't know what to say. They respected each other. He had the right to say how he felt. She had to press her lips and not speak. Qi Lingyang hugged her and sighed softly, "What time is the plane?"

Su Xiang said: "Five o'clock."

Qi Lingyang raised his wrist and glanced at his watch: "Okay, I will see you there tomorrow morning."

Su Xiang shook his head and immediately said, "No, I can ask Lao Zhang to take me to the airport." Taking off at five o'clock, she needs to get up early, so she is embarrassed to trouble him.

Qi Lingyang patted her head in fear, and said softly: "You go to bed earlier and you can sleep for a few more hours."

Su Xiang looked at him, his eyes were warm, but he wrote that he couldn't refuse, okay...

In the early hours of the next morning, the alarm rang on time. When the alarm rang, Su Xiang immediately got up to brush his teeth and wash his face. When he went downstairs with his suitcase, Qi Lingyang was already sitting in the dining room with the breakfast he bought from the breakfast shop on the table. .

He took the chair and sat down and said, "The first breakfast at the porridge shop, come and eat."

Su Xiang said, after breakfast, the two drove to the airport.

At Xingdong Airport, Fu Hanchuan puts one hand on the suitcase, and the other hand holds the passport and ticket. He seems to be in a good mood. He looked at the time, and when he looked up, he saw Su Xiang walking by with Qi Lingyang.

He frowned and stood up, looking at Qi Lingyang with a sneer, "I really don't feel relieved."

Qi Lingyang curled his lips and replied: "Mutual each other." He blocked all news, and he could still find clues.

The two of you come and I have fought openly and secretly for many rounds, and when they met, it was a battle between the tip of the needle and the Maimang. Fu Hanchuan watched Su Xiang standing next to him, and his mood didn't get better. He grabbed Su Xiang and said to the man in front of him: "You can go back now. I won't bother you for our husband and wife affairs."

Qi Lingyang held Su Xiang's other wrist and said with a smile: "Fu Hanchuan, you are reminding yourself that you are not a couple anymore?"

Su Xiang was dragged by herself. Although there were not many people catching the plane in the morning, this place is known as the spot where celebrities meet. Many fans and paparazzi will stay here. She doesn't want to go to the gossip news anymore. She earns her hand. Facing Fu Hanchuan, "Where can I board the plane?"

Fu Hanchuan glanced at Qi Lingyang, pulled his lower lip and lifted his chin to the front. Su Xiang looked over. The screen over there said that he was going to Hong Kong, and he pushed the suitcase over.

The two looked at Su Xiang's back together, and Fu Hanchuan said softly: "Qi Lingyang, don't waste time, she will not marry you, let alone become your person."

Qi Lingyang snorted softly, turned around and left without quarreling with him.

Standing in place, Fu Hanchuan snorted and walked towards Su Xiang with his luggage.

Su Xiang was standing in line at the ticket gate. A person entered in front. The line moved forward. She was about to walk forward with a small suitcase, her arm was held by someone, and then she was pulled out.

"Where are you going?" Su Xiang was dragged away by Fu Hanchuan, and hurriedly grabbed the lever of his suitcase to follow in his footsteps. Fu Hanchuan walked to the boarding building on the other side and said, "Don't go to Hong Kong."

"Huh?" Su Xiang looked back at the boarding area farther and farther away from them, confused, where to go?

Fu Hanchuan's footsteps were so big that Su Xiang had to trot to keep up with him. When she arrived at the boarding building of the east side station, when she saw the sign above her head, she knew where they were really going to Kuala Lumpur.

She turned her head and glanced at the man who had passed the ticket and passport. Thinking of going to New Zealand before, he set off smoke bombs. Didn't he want Qi Lingyang to follow?

Su Xiang glanced at the sign silently, childishly.

...

The plane flew smoothly in the air, and Su Xiang turned his head and looked at the clouds outside the window.

At this time, the sky is already bright, and it is the most beautiful time in the morning. The golden red light penetrates the clouds, making people want to grab a handful of sunlight and store it in a glass bottle.

Fu Hanchuan put one hand on the armrest, fists against his cheeks and looked at the woman next to him. The sun shines on her face, and her fair skin is also dyed with light. Her beautiful eyes are like the big white cat at home, with very clear crystals, but she also has a pair of thick and long eyelashes. Comes with eyeliner.

She was wearing a white sweater with a collar on her chin, her pink lips pursed, and her dark hair draped over her shoulders. The very quiet and beautiful scene would make people involuntarily staring at her, unable to look away.

I don't know why, just looking at her like this, she just sits beside him like this, there will be a kind of satisfaction in her heart, and the whole heart seems to be full.

He remembered that in the past three years, the days when they slept in the same bed, there had been such a tranquility that belonged to only two people. He wakes up early, and when he opens his eyes, she is shrinking next to him, breathing gently in his ears, which always makes him itchy.

The man raised his hand, grabbed her hand and placed it on his lap. Su Xiang was startled and turned his head to look around. He was bathed in the sun, looking lazy like a vacation, even his voice was slightly hoarse, he said. : "Don't move, it will be a few hours away. If you are sleepy, go to sleep for a while."

After speaking, he closed his eyes and didn't speak any more, but he didn't let go of her hand.

Su Xiang looked at him, bright sunlight hit his face, the man's silhouette was sharp and three-dimensional, his forehead was broad, his nose was straight, and his lips were thin. Some people say that with such a cold face, he is unlikely to have a real affection for people.

She lowered her eyes and looked at the hand he was holding, his big hand completely covering her, warm and dry. The fingers are very long, the joints are distinct, and the nails are trimmed very cleanly. Even the fingers are so good-looking. No wonder so many women fascinate him.

Su Xiang twitched the corners of his lips. At this moment, the man's head suddenly leaned over and pressed against her shoulders, and said in a low voice, "Is it enough?"

Su Xiang snorted and turned to look out the window: "Who is looking at you."

The man's other hand stretched over her chest, placed it on her head and turned it, pressing down to make the two heads close together, he took a breath, and his muffled voice rang out: "Shen Yan His cemetery is in Kuala Lumpur, and Yanlin goes to worship every year."

Su Xiang opened his mouth, and he pressed it down as soon as he was about to raise his head. He changed to a more comfortable position and said, "Would you like to sit on my side? The chair is very wide. You can squeeze it with two people. "

Su Xiang slapped his hand away and straightened up and said, "Why is my mother's cemetery in Kuala Lumpur? She is obviously buried with Su Mingdong."

She found the phone, turned on the screen and looked at the photos he sent, but the time on it was so consistent with Shen Yan's...

Fu Hanchuan sat up, looked at her, and exhaled: "I found this. If you don't tell me what you know, even if we stand there, we won't find any answers."

Su Xiangmo pressed the edge of the phone, pursed her lower lip, her voice lowered, and she said: "I...not Su Mingdong's daughter..."

Fu Hanchuan received the news from Fu Zhengnan before. He was only astonished at the time, but when he heard her talk in person, he really felt her painful struggle and unspeakable shame.

Let me ask a father who has been around for more than 20 years and grew up next to him. Although he has not lived very happily, he is also the person who has lived with him, occupying most of the people in her memory.

She had always believed that the man was her father, and suddenly one day, she knew that she was not his daughter, or an illegitimate daughter. This change was difficult for people to accept.

Fu Hanchuan squeezed her hand tightly, and his voice became even lower and hoarse: "Su Run said?"

Su Xiang closed her eyes and nodded. She earned her fingers and said, "So you know, I'm not even the daughter of the Su family. I don't know her identity."

Fu Hanchuan didn't let her hand take her away, and held her tighter.

Su Xiang lowered his eyelids, and Fu Hanchuan glanced at her. At this time, the stewardess pushed the car over and glanced at the two of them. In a sweet voice, he asked, "May I have something to eat, Mr. and Mrs.?"

Because it was the early morning of the plane, basically everything on the cart was breakfast. Fu Hanchuan didn't eat early when he went out, and after looking at Su Xiang, he ordered two milk and ham sandwiches.

The stewardess brought things up and down and walked to the next one. Fu Hanchuan pushed the milk in front of Su Xiang and said, "First eat something."

Su Xiang glanced at the milk in his hand, moved his lips and said lowly: "I have had breakfast."

Fu Hanchuan: "..."

The atmosphere cooled down instantly. He squeezed the milk into her hand, took a sip and then bite a sandwich, and said sourly, "I almost forgot. You weren't alone when you knew this secret. Someone has comforted him. Now, what am I showing here."

It has been a long time, she has cried and cried, and she is still running around for the follow-up to find this secret, and she is in good spirits.

Fu Hanchuan became more and more angry as she thought about it. She refused to say a word about such a big thing, making him worry, leaving him to think about it alone, and to follow her hard.

Su Xiang glanced at him, then smiled bitterly and said: "Fu Hanchuan, this is not a good thing, the identity of an illegitimate girl..."

She squeezed her fingers, and Qi Lingyang's identity as an illegitimate child was scolded as a wild species. This inescapable fate is not like her mute disease that can be cured. This is the source of her pain.

Fu Hanchuan is the proud son of heaven, born with a golden spoon, this kind of pride is very different from her humbleness.

Fu Hanchuan's fingers tightened, and the soft sandwich pinched a few deep fingerprints. He said in a low voice, "You are different, no one dares to laugh at you."

Su Xiang tugged his lips, and did not continue the topic. She held the warm milk and let the little warmth dispel the coldness in her heart. She said, "You heard about the story of Shen Yan and Ye Cheng from Mr. He, right?"

Fu Hanchuan said: "I heard."

Su Mingdong marries Haoduo, dominates Shen Yan, and breaks up a loving couple. Su Run is Su Mingdong’s son, and Ye Cheng lay dormant for ten years before coming back, but he still failed to take Shen Yan away. Since then, his whereabouts are unknown. Missing.

He said: "So, you are Ye Cheng's daughter?"

Su Xiang sighed lightly and said, "It may be..."