Strongly Locked Up, Fu Shao’s Dumb New Wife

Fu Hanchuan still remembered Mrs. Shen's expression when she saw Jiang Hua, saying that Jiang Hua had only one day to bloom.

That appearance, it is clear that Shen Yan's fate is as short as Jiang Hua.

Su Xiang shook her head. She was very sure that she had never heard Shen Yan mention her grandpa and grandmother. In her memory, she just remembered that she occasionally sat in a daze, looking lonely and sad.

I didn't understand at that time, thinking it was her muteness that made her sad, and even more dare not step forward to disturb her. Once she was by her side, she just held her alone and shed tears.

Now that I know her past, I want to come, maybe she was missing someone or her parents at that time.

Yeah, who doesn't have parents?

After Shen Yan married Su Mingdong, there was only one side of her life in her life. Children, husband, relatives and friends of her husband's family seemed to be completely broken with her past. So, did Su Mingdong refuse to let her return to her natal family, or did her family refuse to recognize her? Broke?

What happened at that time?

Su Xiangchu was in a daze with his chopsticks. Fu Hanchuan glanced at her and told her to eat quickly, and said, "Don't think about it, eat first, and wait until you see Yanlin, and then see the situation." He had a foreboding, as long as he saw Yanlin , And the old lady Shen, everything can be revealed.

"Yeah" Su Xiang nodded and took a few bites of rice. She had eaten too many snacks before. Fu Hanchuan had eaten most of the food, leaving only the dessert. Su Xiang planned to eat while walking on the road, but Fu Hanchuan rejected it.

"This thing is cold, don't eat it."

Su Xiang looked up at him. She only took two bites. It would be wasteful not to eat, and it was sweet and sour, with a good taste. She ignored him and insisted on getting desserts.

Fu Hanchuan pushed the cup of dessert farther and said, "Aren't you in pain during your menstrual period?"

Su Xiang's face blushed instantly, and he quickly glanced around, why is this person saying this here! There were a few Chinese around. After looking back at the two of them, Su Xiang was embarrassed and walked out quickly with his head buried.

Fu Hanchuan disagreed, and followed her slowly. He checked the time, and planned to stroll around the local area in the afternoon, and then visit Yanlin's mansion tomorrow morning.

Passing a durian shop, the strong durian smell came to his nose. The leisurely mood on Fu Hanchuan's face changed in an instant. He frowned in disgust, and quickly walked over with Su Xiang's hand. Su Xiang looked at the back of his head, tilted his head and glanced at the durian on the stall, as if he understood something, the corners of his lips were bent.

When the shopping was over, when the two of them walked back, they passed the durian shop again, and Su Xiang walked inside. She picked up the durian and smelled it one and the other, and squeezed the spikes on it, looking very interested.

Standing at the door of the shop, Fu Hanchuan couldn't help holding his breath. He exhaled heavily and walked forward. After a while, he didn't see the woman following, and he fell back again, watching the woman tilting his head and still watching how others picked it.

He squeezed his eyebrows, and had to endure the smell and went in and urged: "What are you doing with this? It's stinking."

The boss said in Chinese with a Malay accent: "The smell is good, the more smelly the better the smell."

Su Xiang glanced at the black-faced man, picked a Musang King for the boss to weigh, and turned to him and said, "Don't you keep cats in your house?"

The smell of durian is comparable to cat feces, right?

Fu Hanchuan frowned and said with a gloomy look: "It's different." There are cats at home, but they use high-tech products with automatic cleaning functions and deodorization. How can it be the same.

When Su Xiang was about to pay, he deliberately said: "The hotel does not allow durians to enter." In the presidential suite, no one sees someone enters with durians.

Su Xiang paid the money, picked up the durian and said with a smile: "Don't lie to me, I've stayed in the hotel too."

After speaking, she walked out first carrying the durian. Fu Hanchuan had no choice but to follow.

Back at the hotel, a wheat-skinned girl came out of the lobby. The girl glanced at Fu Hanchuan with beautiful big eyes, stepped forward and crossed in front of him, and beckoned to him with a sweet smile on her face: "Hey, handsome guy. ,We meet again."

The girl was wearing a shirt with umbilical cords and a short denim shorts underneath, revealing her long legs and her beautiful figure.

Fu Hanchuan frowned slightly and seemed to remember where she had met her. The girl first said, "Don't you remember me? Last time we went back to the swimming pool, we had a cocktail together."

She turned her head and looked at Su Xiang who was standing not far away, covering her mouth with an expression that seemed to have caused trouble: "She is your girlfriend? Ah, did I say something wrong? Sorry, sorry." She hopped off.

Su Xiang glanced at Fu Hanchuan lightly, and walked to the elevator.

In the elevator, Fu Hanchuan looked at the indifferent woman and coughed lightly: "I met in the swimming pool last time when I came to the hotel. She invited me to drink. I said I like white skin, probably in revenge. ."

Su Xiang scratched his eyebrows and said: "You don't need to explain to me, little girls like you like this."

Fu Hanchuan glanced at her: "Aren't you jealous?"

The elevator stopped on the top floor and Su Xiang stepped out. There was no need to answer this question.

This trivial matter seemed to have passed. I took a nap in the afternoon. In the evening for dinner, Fu Hanchuan called the dinner service and knocked on the door. As soon as he opened the door, a smell came on his face, and the man frowned. : "How did you do it?" So smelly, can she fall asleep?

Su Xiang walked out with her slippers and said, "Then how did you sleep in a place that smells like cigarettes and alcohol? Isn't it the same?" She used to serve this drunken man while socializing. .

She snorted softly, and walked past the man to the living room to eat. Fu Hanchuan squeezed his fist, no sign.

The two were eating at a table. Fu Hanchuan squinted at the woman who was eating with gusto. He looked at her left and right for a while and said, "Su Xiang, are you defending me?"

Knowing that he doesn't like the smell, think you can stop him?

Su Xiang was noncommittal, Fu Hanchuan took a deep breath, put down the dishes and looked at her, and said with a serious face: "In your impression, I am so unreliable?"

Su Xiang didn't answer him directly, only said: "I prefer to spend the night with durian." His past performance did not show his reliability at all.

Fu Hanchuan glanced at her speechlessly, and then picked up the table and chopsticks to eat again. He said casually: "When did you like to eat that kind of food?"

She never showed this preference when she was in the Fu family. When he thought of this, he was slightly startled, she had always been cautious in the Fu's family, not daring to show anything.

Su Xiang glanced at him and said, "I don't know I would like this kind of stuff. I tasted it once in Thailand and it tasted good. The taste is very sweet, the meat is delicate, and there is no fine seeds like kiwi dragon fruit. Convenient." It just smells a bit.

She looked at the man who was eating with no expression, her eyes moved, and she said with a smile: "I have tried durian shell soup. The taste is sweet and not smelly at all. Otherwise, I"

Su Xiang raised his hand and pointed to his room, meaning that he could borrow the hotel kitchen to make soup. The man glanced at her, his lips curled, and said in a good manner: "This proposal is good. We can also open a bottle of red wine with food. Wine is not wasted, what do you think?"

Su Xiang immediately settled down with a smile, and said indifferently: "Not very good." The man's mind was too obvious, but she didn't jump into the pit stupidly.

You come and I go, no one has the upper hand. After dinner, the hotel attendant came in and took the plate, and the two went back to the room to deal with the affairs.

Fu Hanchuan turned on the computer, as always, a pile of pending mail. He held his forehead and read the envelopes, and from time to time he picked up the pen to write in the notebook, and then reverted to the past.

The mobile phone at the table rang, Qiao Shen called, Fu Hanchuan glanced, grabbed the mobile phone, turned the chair to the window, and answered the call: "Hey"

Qiao Shen heard his voice and immediately said, "Mr. Fu, only Su Liyi was contacted, but Su Liyi didn't know much about his wife."

Fu Hanchuan looked at the dark ink night and said, "No need to check."

He asked Qiao Shen to contact Su Liyi, originally intending to know Su Xiang's reason for chasing Yanlin. Now that she has said it herself, there is no need for that.

Qiao Shen didn't know it yet, and was stunned: "Don't check it? Why?"

Fu Hanchuan said: "You don't need to follow this line anymore. I'll talk about everything when I come back. You stare at Fu Zhengkang, what's his trend?"

Qiao Shen's tone sank and said: "Mr. Gao has also been demoted, which is equivalent to driving out of the core area. In addition, Fu Zhengkang on the board of directors said that the Canadian branch will be merged to boost Fu."

After Fu's successive injuries, although Fu Hanchuan and others have been rescuing, the situation is not so optimistic in the end that his vitality has been severely damaged and he has caught up with other big companies. If there is a return of the Canadian company, Fu's strength will be greatly improved, and it will be able to leap to the top of the group.

Fu Hanchuan tapped his fingers on the armrest lightly, and smiled meaningfully. He said, "Okay, let him do some credit first."

Qiao Shen continued: "Mr. Fu, Mr. Pei and Mr. Mo, do you want them to continue buying loose shares?"

Qiao Shen has been with Fu Hanchuan for so long. He is his confidant and knows his plan, but the opponent is a thousand-year-old fox like Fu Zhengkang. He said: "Mr. Fu, Fu Zhengkang's eyeliner is also staring at us. I miss him Knowing your intentions will definitely prevent us."

Taking advantage of the downturn in Fu's stock, a large number of scattered stocks are absorbed, and there is hope of a comeback, but if the number of shareholders holdings is greater than theirs, this hope is slim. Moreover, Fu Zhengkang is now vigorously showing his leadership to Fu. Those who oppose him are being marginalized, and those who support him will not easily turn back when they get the benefits. No matter how you look at it, the hope of Fu Hanchuan's comeback is small.

Fu Hanchuan curled his lips and said, "Buy, continue to buy, it's not bad to be a major shareholder in the future, isn't it?"

Qiao Shen listened to his pleasant tone, and it didn't feel like that. He asked: "Mr. Fu, you and your wife feel good over there?"

Fu Hanchuan's cold eyes glowed with warmth, and said lightly, "Not bad."

Qiao Shen pulled the corners of his lips, stopped continuing the topic, and asked, "Mr. Fu, do you have any further tricks?" Otherwise, after hearing Fu Zhengkang's actions, his mood would not be so good.

Fu Hanchuan rubbed his fingers and said: "What is the final result, I will know later." He then instructed Qiao Shen to keep an eye on Fu Zhengkang's every move, and then hung up the phone.

Turning around, he glanced at the laptop and looked at the last unopened email underneath, the English email from Canada.

Open it, the content is also written in English, and it mentions Fu Zhengkang, his son, and his wife.

In the other room, Su Xiang finished his work, squeezed the sour neck, and took the durian to eat.

A video invitation was sent from the computer. Su Xiang opened the video. The cute little pearl angel appeared on the screen and shouted at her. While curiously moving forward to her little head, Su Xiang seemed to want to remove Su Xiang from the computer. After finding out, the entire screen was immediately obscured by her face.

Qi Lingyang's voice came over: "Mom can't see me like this."

He held the little girl away from the screen so that Su Xiang could see the faces of the two of them. Pearl sat on Qi Lingyang's lap, her little hand pressed randomly on the keyboard, and Su Xiang looked at the messy symbols displayed on the dialog box.

Qi Lingyang grabbed his little hand and said to Su Xiang, "How about over there?"

Su Xiang held up his durian to show him, smiled and said, "The Musang King here is so cheap."

Qi Lingyang smiled as she watched her eating there. Pearl was anxious, and her little hand grasped the air in front of her and said softly, "I want to eat too."

Qi Lingyang touched her little head, stuffed her a candy, and said to Su Xiang: "Okay, don't greedy her."

Su Xiang shrugged and pushed the durian away on the plate. Qi Lingyang's smile sank, and he said with a serious face: "Have you seen Yanlin?"

Su Xiang shook his head: "It should be fine tomorrow."

Qi Lingyang nodded: "That's good." He looked at Su Xiang as if he had something else to say, but when he said it, he said, "If you have anything, call me."

Su Xiang said, and the two talked for a while. Pearl was too sleepy to rub her eyes when it was time to go to bed. Qi Lingyang ended the video. Su Xiang turned off the computer and was about to wash.

At this time, the door knocked slightly, Su Xiang turned his head and glanced, turning his toes to open the door. Fu Hanchuan stood at the door with a mobile phone in his hand: "Fu Ying's phone."

When the phone was handed over to Su Xiang, the man's gaze swept across the room and saw her computer, although it was turned off, it was set up there, and it seemed that she had just used it.

Su Xiang glanced at him with the phone, then turned to look at his computer, then looked at him indifferently, turned and walked into the room, closing the door by the way.

Don't think she doesn't know, he just used Fu Ying as an excuse. If Fu Ying wants to find her, he can call her cell phone, and it is not dead.

Standing at the door, Fu Hanchuan looked at the closed door, slipped his fingers into his pockets and curled his lips and walked back to his room.

Su Xiang sat on the bed and smiled and said, "Fu Ying, it's me, do you miss me?"

On the other side of the phone, Fu Ying’s childish little milk voice came out: "Did you see those paintings?"

"Huh?" Su Xiang was stunned, and then realized that he was talking about the painting that Fu Hanchuan asked the gallery to send, and said, "You told him?"

When I went to the gallery that day, Fu Ying also went. The little guy also looked at the **** flower picture and said that he had never seen such a beautiful flower.

Fu Ying said: "Yes, Dad checked the diary I wrote and saw it."

The child Fu Ying cleverly shifted the responsibility to the diary, and he asked: "Is that painting very beautiful?"

Su Xiang remembered the picture of the four seasons in Wuyi Mountain, nodded and said, "It's not bad."

"Expensive?"

"Maybe."

The child Fu Ying was relieved and asked, "Do you like it?"

Su Xiang thought for a while and said, "I like it." The works of famous artists are of great value, and there is still a lot of room for appreciation in the future.

The children Fu Ying feel more relieved, and they are even one-to-one. He felt that he should get something for helping his father so much, so he asked: "Mom, you can only read the diary by yourself, and others can't read it, right?"

Since the child Fu Ying was forced to rewrite his diary, he made a decision that he would never let his father check his diary again.

Su Xiang didn't know the situation, so he thought about it and said: "Well, theoretically, the diary is a personal affair. If you don't get permission, you really can't read it."

Fu Ying nodded in satisfaction: "Yes, yeah, mom, I'm going to take a bath, bye."

"Bye." Su Xiang looked at the hung up phone, took it and returned it to Fu Hanchuan.

Knocked on the door, the man came out to open the door, with one hand still on the doorknob, Su Xiang held the phone's hand and stretched forward: "Here."

Fu Hanchuan glanced at her white fingers, stretched out his hand to pick it up, but at the moment he touched the phone, he turned to hold her wrist and brought her in with the other hand pressing at a very fast speed. Pushing her against the wall while holding her shoulders, her lips fell accurately.

Su Xiang only felt wandering for a while. When she reacted, her back was pressed against the hard wall, with his thick chest in front of her, and the smell of him with sweet wine in her lips.

But this process only lasted for a second. The man only kissed her and raised his head, then took a step back.

The reason for Fu Hanchuan's behavior was not that he was polite, he was in estrus and stopped exclaiming. He curled his eyebrows and looked at the woman in front of him: "You". He was a little frustrated. He wiped his lower lip and looked at his fingers. There seemed to be a durian smell on it. .

Su Xiang looked innocent and said, "Isn't it a waste to buy it and not eat it?"

After speaking, she shrugged her shoulders and floated away from his room on slippers.

That night, Su Xiang didn't really want to smell the durian smell of a house overnight. She put the thing in a sealed box and placed it in the corner of the balcony, so that the room was ventilated, so it would be fine.

The next day, Su Xiang was more formal and put on thin makeup carefully, which made her look better and more formal. She carefully put the painting she brought over in her bag and walked out the door. Fu Hanchuan was already waiting for her in the living room, and the two of them went downstairs together.

The rented car was waiting at the door. It was the last driver. Fu Hanchuan had already booked Jiang Hua's gift at the hotel before that. In addition, he also called to inform him that he would visit the house today. .

As the car was driving on the road, Su Xiang was still a little nervous when he glanced at the hibiscus trees in the past. He was already sweating slightly while holding his palms with his fingers, and the beautiful scenery on the road did not fall into his eyes.

Fu Hanchuan glanced at her, reached out and took her fingers and shook her hands: "Don't be nervous, there is me."

Su Xiang looked at him, settled, and looked straight ahead.

After a while, the car drove into the villa area, and the security guard at the door asked it and let it go.

The car stopped in front of the red-tiled and white-walled villa. This time, it was not the housekeeper who was waiting at the door, but Yangu, standing there without a word.

His expression was indifferent, he didn't look like he was picking up guests, but he wanted to scare people away. Su Xiang got off the car and went up and said, "Mr. Yan, excuse me."

Yangu glanced at her lightly, pursing her lips and went in.

Su Xiang turned his head and looked at Fu Hanchuan. Is this to let in or not to let in?

Fu Hanchuan glanced at Yangu's lonely back, his eyes moved slightly. He didn't actually sit in Beicheng? It further confirms the importance of that cemetery.

He walked inside carrying things and said, "Go in." Su Xiang followed with the flowers.

Last time, Fu Hanchuan only had a conversation with the old lady Shen in the yard. This time, they entered the living room.

Su Xiang looked around, and the decoration inside the house did not match the design of the villa outside. The solid wood tables and chairs, guest sofas, cabinets, and large bluestone slab tiles on the ground feel closer to the quaint style than Xiangyuan, revealing a stale taste, but it does not feel very obtrusive, on the contrary I feel a sense of harmony.

Su Xiang stared at the bricks on the ground, feeling that the house was rebuilt.

Yangu took his trousers and sat down, then lifted his chin to the opposite sofa seat and said, "Please sit down."

Fu Hanchuan put the gift box on the coffee table, sat down with Su Xiang, and said, "Why don't you see Mrs. Shen today?" He took Jiang Hua from Su Xiang's hand, gave him a lonely look, and said, "Mr. Fu The old lady is sick and hospitalized and it is not convenient to meet."

"It turned out to be like this." Fu Hanchuan exchanged glances with Su Xiang. Su Xiang looked at Yangu. Before, he refused to admit that it was related to Yanlin in front of her. Now he looks like a master.

Yangu glanced at Su Xiang, the expression on her face was all written, he said: "The urgent matter at home, I won't hide anything from Miss Su."

This sentence sounds a little weird, Su Xiang carefully pondered it, the urgent thing is talking about the old lady's illness, right?

Moreover, when she and Fu Hanchuan talked about Yanlin's revenge, they had already talked about their father-son relationship, and there was no need for him to deny it at this moment.

After thinking about it, she didn't think much about it.

Fu Hanchuan said: "The last time I came, the old lady Shen was in good health. Why did she suddenly become ill?"

Yangu slowly rubbed his fingers, and said, "Older people are sick when they say they are sick. It's no surprise, right?"

He glanced at Su Xiang and said, "I remember the last time I met with Miss Su, who was with you, Mr. Qi? I heard that your wedding is coming soon?"

Su Xiang knew that he had to care about him again, so he smiled lightly and said, "It won't be a hindrance. It's just because of Mr. Fu's help that I came to look for Mr. Yan."

Yangu stopped rubbing his fingers, looked at Fu Hanchuan, and said, "Mr. Fu is referring to the graveyard?"