Strongly Locked Up, Fu Shao’s Dumb New Wife

He glanced at Su Xiang meaningfully, for the same reason, his Yanlin's daughter could not be left out, let alone the Su family.

Su Xiang was startled slightly, she understood his implication, but the confession came too suddenly, she was not ready yet, and she hadn't had time to think about it.

From the beginning, she was rushing to track down the cause of her dumbness. Later, when there were more and more clues in her hands, she wanted to prove her own background.

As for the banquet...

Yanlin kept looking at her and was testing her. He owed her too much and was reluctant to force her.

Su Xiang smiled slightly and turned to the subject and said, "What about the old house of the Shen family?"

Before the misunderstanding was resolved, Yanlin hated Shen Yan's betrayal, but Mrs. Shen saved him. Will he take back the Shen family's property?

Yanlin was silent, shook his head and said, "No."

Su Xiang blinked. She guessed that Yanlin was very likely to buy it back, why not?

Yan Lin said: "When the Ye family's house was burned down, the Ye family was also implicated. The buyer transferred it at a low price. The new buyer didn't know it. I heard it was a Taiwanese."

Su Xiang nodded, feeling a little regretful. After a topic was over, the two of them had nothing to say. Sitting there, Su Xiang scratched his eyebrows slightly, always wanting to say something, right?

If she said, she asked her the room she was staying at night, was it too obvious for him to escape?

At this time, Yanlin coughed against his lips. He first said: "I remember, after we met for the first time, you brought a copy of court tofu to me and asked me if I thought about this dish. ."

"At that time, I didn't want to answer your questions, and I didn't like other people asking me questions, so I just sent you."

"I taught that dish to Shen Yan."

Su Xiang smiled faintly, almost as she thought. During the time in Su's family, Shen Yan liked to be in the kitchen very much, but she cooked those dishes over and over again, and only those dishes tasted particularly good, and the others were just mediocre.

She also remembered the taste of all those dishes, so that she later ate the same dishes in other restaurants and felt that it was a lot worse.

Su Xiang said, "Those dishes are really delicious, did my mother eat a lot at that time?"

Yanlin smiled, his eyes widened slightly, and his hard face was a little softer. It was a man's expression when he remembered the sweetness that belonged to him.

He said: "Yes, she is greedy, but she doesn't like cooking. Our parents are busy with work. Aunt Shen asked her to take care of me and cook for me. As a result, she burned a pot and was sunk. My aunt talked about it for a day, saying that a girl who can't cook can't get married."

"Later, it turned into me cooking for her. She said that if I don't study art, it would be good to be a chef."

At that time, the two children were in love. She loved to laugh and cling to him and act like a baby. In her memory, she still retains her soft and domineering declaration. She said: You can sell your paintings to others, but you can only cook. Give it to me.

Su Xiang put his fingers on his knees, his palms were tickled by the sweet memories on Yanlin's face, and his heart was itchy.

From the first time she saw Yanlin, he was a person with no expression, as if wearing a mask. He didn't talk much and refused to be thousands of miles away. It was difficult to compare the person back then with the present one. Connect with this person.

She thought that Ye Cheng used to be a passionate gentleman, and Su Mingdong turned him into a cruel and unfeeling man.

Su Xiang said: "So, when you don't paint anymore, you open a pillow garden and really become a chef."

Yanlin pursed her lower lip, took a sip of tea, as if avoiding something.

Su Xiang opened her mouth, habitually trying to call him the banquet boss, her voice hit the tip of her tongue and swallowed it back, but she couldn't call another name, so she simply omitted and said: "You cook for her, she gave it You respond with something else. She made that old vest for you, right?"

Yanlin nodded and admitted, Su Xiang said: "Although you think Shen Yan betrayed you and you hate her, you still put her in your heart."

"When you opened the Pillow Garden, not only did you take the meaning of sit back and worry free, but also because the word Pillow has half of the heavy word. Flowing water is ruthless, trees are sentimental, flowing water has no roots, and trees have roots. She is the root in your heart."

"I think Mrs. Shen didn't tell you the truth just because she saw that you still had her old things."

"In fact, looking back now, if you come back and take Shen Yan away, you will not only take her alone, but also me, then everyone will really die together."

She sighed sighfully, and Yanlin smiled bitterly. Su Xiang looked at him and said, "So, this misunderstanding will not become a rift between you, will it?"

"I think that my mother forced the old lady to agree to her request, so she wouldn't be angry at the misunderstanding she caused later."

Mrs. Shen and Yanlin have lived together for decades, not a relative is better than a relative, but Shen Yan's death left some regrets in the hearts of the two. Su Xiang didn't want the feeling of mutual dependence between them to be destroyed.

Shen Yan is dead, but those who are alive must make up for that shortcoming, rather than turn it into a gap.

Upon hearing this, Yan Lin was slightly startled, and the gaze looking at Su Xiang became relieved and a little excited. She was a person as transparent as Shen Yan, and even saw this.

Mrs. Shen rescued him and took care of him all the time. He didn't want to repay the kindness, but he had a knot in his heart about Shen Yan.

He hated her for more than 20 years... Now only distressed is left.

Yanlin seemed to see two people at the same time from Su Xiang's face. His voice was slightly hoarse and said: "You really look like her, and your temper has followed her."

Su Xiang smiled and didn't deny it. In fact, she only has these eyes like her. As for her temper, it shouldn't be the same.

Shen Yan didn't even want herself for the person she loved. She didn't know if she could be so real. Perhaps, only with the same deep love, can we be completely forgetful.

Ye Cheng could die for Shen Yan, so what Shen Yan returned to him was also her life. Su Xiang didn't know if there was such a person in her life, so she didn't know.

As for her being able to see the lumps in Yanlin's heart, it was entirely because of the sensitivity she created when she was a dumb.

Yanlin sighed heavily, shook her fingers hard, and said lowly: "I would rather live and die with her." In his opinion, it was at least a vigorous life, a life that lived by hatred. , It’s no different from being dead.

Su Xiang said: "But, she wants you to live. Even if the two are separated, they are still under a sky."

She smiled lightly: "If you all die, there will be no me in this world."

If in the waste cemetery, there was no such cruel decision by Shen Yan, then the story about Ye Cheng and Shen Yan would end up changing, and Su Xiang would not be her.

Once, she hated why she came to this world, but this knot opened. She knows that her parents did not give birth to her because they did not love each other, she was not superfluous, and she had found the meaning of existence.

Yanlin looked at the eyes in front of him that were exactly the same as Shen Yan. They were his daughter. The thought of this cognition made him excited, and the pain of regret in his heart eased.

The two looked at each other and laughed. The silence at this time no longer felt embarrassing. The night outside the window gradually thickened, and the orange light inside the room was warm.

Yan Gu took care of the old lady and fell asleep. He walked over from the side hall, and the sound of light footsteps sounded. Yan Lin looked up at him and said, "Is the old lady asleep?"

Yangu nodded and said, "Take the medicine and fell asleep." He turned his head and looked at the night out of the window, and said, "It's all this time. Let's go to dinner first."

When Su Xiang was in the hotel, he didn't eat breakfast because he was nervous. After coming over, he kept talking about things, and skipped over lunch. At this time, when he reminded the meal, he felt hungry.

There was someone in the banquet family preparing dinner, and they prepared it early in the morning, but because the atmosphere here was too solemn, I didn't dare to come over and bother.

The banquet house is very large, but there are few people. The old lady is resting, and there are only three people sitting at a big table. On the table were a few authentic Chinese dishes, mapo tofu, sweet and sour octopus, braised pork ribs, oily lettuce, mushroom chicken soup. Mrs. Shen is opposed to extravagance and waste. There are not many dishes on the table. Even if Yanlin and his son go home, there are only two more dishes. They have long been used to it.

At this moment, Yanlin looked at the few home-cooked dishes and frowned slightly. He served his daughter’s first meal, how could it be just a few dishes, and called the cook and asked her to get some more. Come. The chef glanced at Su Xiang and immediately agreed to go on and do it.

Yanlin said to Su Xiang: "Today is too late, I will make it for you myself tomorrow."

Although he hasn't changed his slogan, the meaning has changed. Therefore, it was the first time that Su Xiang had dinner with him as a family member, so he accepted Yanlin's kindness to cook a few more dishes. She nodded and smiled: "Okay."

We ate together, but didn’t talk a lot. Yanlin only asked Su Xiang what he likes to eat, and Su Xiang answered. After dinner, Yanlin thought that everyone had talked so much together and felt tired, so he didn’t pull it anymore. Su Xiang continued to chat, took her to the guest room to let her rest, and then left.

Speaking of it, he left Su Xiang to take care of Mrs. Shen, but in fact he has been talking with him all the time. Also because of those chats, the distance between the two of them has narrowed a lot.

After taking a shower, Su Xiang stood at the door and looked at this strange Chinese-style guest room. She only came out of the Malay-style hotel room in the morning, feeling like a dream.

The phone rang, Su Xiang walked over to pick up the phone, Fu Hanchuan sent a message, he said: The clothes sent here are suitable?

Su Xiang looked down at the pajamas on her body, which was sent in after she entered the room. She thought that Yanlin asked someone to prepare it for her, but he actually sent it over.

There was a theft in the hotel. In order not to damage the scene, Fu Hanchuan didn't touch the things there, so he bought new clothes and sent them to the banquet house. From inside to outside, from pajamas to tomorrow's replacement clothes.

Su Xiang walked to the sofa, flipped through the clothes, and they all carried tags. She forgot to take the bra when she went in to take a bath. She picked up the bra which hadn't been taken out from the bag, looked at the size on it, her face was hot.

He even knew the size, no difference at all.

Her slender fingers clicked on the keyboard: it's okay.

Fu Hanchuan looked at the two minimalist characters sent over, that's all?

He dialed the phone and said, "I like all styles and styles? The size is all right? Have you tried it through? If it doesn't fit, the mall hasn't closed yet. It's too late to return."

Saying so much is nothing more than pulling her out. Su Xiang held the phone and said, "It's okay."

When the two were talking, Su Xiang turned his head and looked at the clothes placed at the end of the bed. There was also a complete set of clothes. If you want to come, this is prepared by the Yanjia. The size is one size larger. Took another set.

She thought that the person who bought it didn't know her size, so she bought two numbers.

Fu Hanchuan didn't know the inside story and thought she was shy with Su Xiang's very short words.

I've seen everything, touched it, and shy, Fu Hanchuan glanced at the large bed, walked over with slippers, leaned on the bed, lay down, and said slowly: "I'm following you a few years ago. I bought it in the size, who knows if you can still wear it now."

There is still more to come, Su Xiang glared at the phone and said, "Are you going to keep talking?"

Fu Hanchuan stopped teasing her, changed a serious face, and said, "I am now living in another suite. In addition, I have called the police, and the police blocked the suite and transferred the hotel surveillance away. , But there is no reply right away."

The Malay police are not very efficient, and they do not have the kind of warmth and friendliness of the domestic police towards foreigners. If it is not for the identity of Fu Hanchuan, it can still be pushed back and forth.

Su Xiang nodded, realizing that Fu Hanchuan couldn’t see it, so he hummed, and sat down at the end of the bed. Fu Hanchuan listened to her quiet breathing, thinking that she had received too much information today, and it was all of a sudden. I couldn't slow down, so I didn't expect her to nod and say a few more words.

He said: "There are many cases of theft in this place in Malaysia. However, many of them are directly stolen money or valuables."

"Ye Cheng disappeared before he was completely famous. His paintings are not as valuable as the paintings of famous artists. For ordinary thieves, they don't have the kind of appreciation. Then that person is not just stealing the painting. ."

Because they didn't plan to stay here for a long time, they didn't bring many items. However, their laptops were kept in the hotel and they were not lost.

If you are an ordinary thief and don't know how to appreciate art, even if you see the painting, you will only think that it is a souvenir they bought here. After all, few people will bring a painting out to play. Relatively speaking, the value of laptops is more intuitive. Even if you want to steal, you will steal the computer.

And this person not only stole the painting, but also used another painting to drop it, indicating that the person knew that they owned such a painting, and also knew the size, and the envelope was not noticeable.

"Do you think, what is the purpose of this person doing this, and when did he start?"

Su Xiang was thinking about this too. The painting was brought from Beicheng, and she took it out to see it when she was in Xiangyuan. She got on the plane after a night. At that time, the painting was always in her hand, and she never left her sight.

She said: "After we arrived at the hotel yesterday, we went out in the afternoon and we have been in the hotel since we came back. If that person wants to start, that time is the most suitable."

After they went out, there was no one in the room. If that person stole the key card, he would have a chance to get in, and there was still time to complete the exchange.

Fu Hanchuan smiled and said: "You are the same as I thought, so I asked the police to focus on the monitoring during yesterday's noon. But..." He paused and asked, "You never suspected Qi Lingyang. ?"

She answered so quickly without mentioning Qi Lingyang at all, which made him not so happy.

Su Xiang didn't know what he thought, why he asked such a foolish question.

Qi Lingyang accompanied her to the gallery, and he also knew about Ye Cheng. I also know that she has seen this painting. If he drops it, she can tell it carefully. Why bother?

So Su Xiang asked, "Do you doubt his basis?"

Fu Hanchuan held the phone, and was even more unhappy with her rhetorical question. He sternly said: "He is running around with you, but I am the one who came to find Yanlin with you. He feels uncomfortable and wants to make something. Something."

"You live together under one roof, and he has every opportunity to do this."

"Besides, in order to prevent me from finding the truth, didn't he hide the Su family and prevent me from looking for them?"

Su Xiang had nothing to say about this, she said: "But in this matter, he will not do this."

Qi Lingyang would hinder Fu Hanchuan from investigating her, but it would not hinder her from finding the truth. He knew the importance of this matter to her, so when he knew she was going to follow Fu Hanchuan, he didn't stop it.

Su Xiang said: "I think the person who dropped the painting is the same person who digs the grave."

"These two things are directly related to us indirectly, not like a coincidence, but coming toward us."

At the beginning, Yan Gu had no wrong doubts about them, but the grave that had existed for seven or eight years was suddenly stolen and something went wrong after Fu Hanchuan looked for it. After they came to Kuala Lumpur, Jiang Huatu became a hibiscus flower.

It’s just that this person is preventing her from finding the truth, or is it something else?

But there are not many people who know her secret, even Fu Hanchuan, she told him on the plane.

Su Run?

He got five million, and hated her so much, he could find someone to cause trouble for her, but Qi Lingyang worried that he would not be good to her, and he had taken precautions against him early in the morning. Now that people are still locked up, he doesn't have this opportunity. Moreover, now Su Run has nothing, only the little money he can get from selling news. Can he be willing to spend a lot of money to find someone to do something?

When the two were talking, there was a knock at the door. Su Xiang turned his head and glanced at the phone and said, "If you have something, hang up first. I'll wait until tomorrow."

After she finished speaking, she hung up the phone first, went to the door to open the door, with only one head stretched out and her body hiding behind the door.

Yangu stood at the door, Su Xiang was a little surprised, and asked, "What's the matter?"

Yan Gu is still a stern face, even if there are suddenly more people in the house, there is no fluctuation on his face. He said: "The old lady woke up. I heard that you live here and want to see you again. Is it convenient for Miss Su?"

Su Xiang nodded: "Of course it can." She originally stayed for this reason, "You wait a minute."

She closed the door and went to change her clothes.

The old lady had inconvenient legs and feet. The room she lived in was in a side hall on the first floor. Su Xiang followed Yangu to her room. The old lady sat on the bed with a bowl of porridge next to the cupboard. She was still steaming. Take a mouthful.

Su Xiang walked in and called out: "Old lady."

The old lady Shen was very happy to see that she was still here, and smiled and nodded. Except for an old woman, there are no other female relatives at home, but seeing her brand new clothes, even the size, she smiled and said, "You are careful."

Su Xiang turned his head and glanced at Yangu, a little surprised, he did prepare another set of clothes?

But at that time, didn't he push the old lady to rest? Even if she will live there then?

It's no wonder that such a thoughtful and meticulous person will become Yanlin's most effective helper.

Yangu glanced at the suit on Su Xiang. When the next person bought the clothes, he glanced at it casually, but it was definitely not the color. He said, "Mr. Fu prepared it."

Su Xiang pursed her lips and smiled and nodded. Mrs. Shen curled her lips and murmured, "That kid has the intention."

Su Xiang could hear that the old lady seemed to be dissatisfied with Fu Hanchuan, not just the old lady, but Yan Lin seemed to be quite cold towards him. But now she can't let her think about it, she said to the old lady: "Old lady, you haven't eaten dinner yet, it will be cold if you don't eat it."

Mrs. Shen knew that she still had a granddaughter in this world, so she wanted to see her more. As soon as Su Xiang spoke, she agreed.

It was not early, Su Xiang stayed with her for a while, and then she got up and went out after she fell asleep, during which Yangu stayed in the room.

When Su Xiang got up, he glanced at his back. It was as tall as an iron tower, and his back was wide, giving people a sense of oppression. He walked to the door and opened the door. A very gentleman asked Su Xiang to go first. His behavior was not only polite, but also somewhat alienated.

This kind of politeness and alienation is not just because of strangeness.

The two walked back and forth to the corridor, and Su Xiang looked at Yangu who was walking in front of her, feeling aloof. Although he hasn't shown anything, she has become Yanlin's daughter and Madam Shen's granddaughter. I wonder if he has any thoughts in his heart?

For so many years, he was the only one who accompanied them, and the three of them depended on each other. Her sudden arrival broke this calm.

Su Xiang pursed his lower lip and called the human in front of him: "Mr. Yan, please wait a moment."

Yangu stopped and turned around. Su Xiang walked a few steps up, and stopped in front of him. She thought about it and asked first, "I want to ask, is there really the ashes of Shen Yan in that tomb?" "

Did Yanlin quietly move Shen Yan's ashes?

Yangu frowned and glanced at her, seeming to be very uncomfortable with this question. He said: "It's a burial mound. The deceased was in peace because he was in the soil, so he won't disturb her."

It turned out to be like this, Su Xiang nodded clearly, no matter how Shen Yan "treated" him, Ye Cheng always had a heart for her.

Su Xiang was relieved a lot. She was not afraid that Shen Yan's ashes had been moved, but worried that the tomb robber would touch Shen Yan's ashes.