Strong marriage lock: Fu Shao's dumb new wife

Chapter 50 Forgetting that she married another man, but firmly remembering the one she loved
Su Xiang opened his eyes and wanted to say something, but just as he moved his hand, he felt a tingling pain on the back of his hand, coupled with Fu Hanchuan's impatient cold face, he didn't want to say anything.

She turned her back and ignored him.

Does he have time for her?

He is busy dating big stars, how dare she spoil his good deeds.

Besides, she, Su Xiang, is considered the oldest, so don't overestimate her abilities.

I'm afraid, I wish she would disappear.

When Su Xiang thought of what was in the news report, he felt uncomfortable, his stomach felt more twisted and his body curled up like a shrimp.

Fu Hanchuan was most annoyed by her being silent, keeping everything in her heart.He stood up, put his big hands on her shoulders and exerted a little force, and he moved her small body around.

"I say you……"

As soon as he spoke, he saw her pale face was covered with cold sweat, and her thin eyebrows were all wrinkled.

His tone relaxed, and he said, "Still uncomfortable?"

Knowing that Su Xiang had dysmenorrhea, Fu Hanchuan sat sideways on the edge of the bed, put his big hand under the quilt, put the hot water bottle on her lower back, put his hand on her stomach, and rubbed her.

When she gave birth to Fu Ying, it was not long after the Spring Festival, and she had been lying on the ground for so long, and her sickness had already entered her body. Afterwards, everyone was busy taking care of the old man and the baby. It was the first time he encountered such a thing as a big man. No one told him that she was left out when she was in confinement.

It was later discovered that she had fallen to the root of the disease, and after a long period of recuperation, there was only a slight effect.What the doctor meant was to give birth to another child and sit in confinement again to take good care of the body.

When Fu Hanchuan heard that, he frowned and denied the doctor's suggestion.

It was enough for him to have Fu Ying, and it was impossible for him to regenerate her.

I don't know if the drip worked, or the hot water bottle and his rubbing helped, Su Xiang didn't feel so uncomfortable anymore.

She picked up the mobile phone placed by the pillow and typed: I thought you were in Spain, and the distant water could not put out the nearby fire.

Fu Hanchuan saw that she had written Spanish, and looked down at her small face. Although she tried her best to pretend not to care, she still caught a trace of loneliness and resentment.

He said, "Have you seen the news?"

Su Xiang nodded.

Zheng Tian'er is now a first-line traffic floret, and she is in the limelight. Any trivial matter can be trending, let alone this kind of thing.

When Su Xiang thought that his hands and feet touched another woman, and now they were sticking to her stomach, he immediately felt disgusted, and he didn't care if he grabbed his big hands and threw them away after rubbing her. Get out of the quilt and keep a distance from him.

Everything she thought was written on her face right now, Fu Hanchuan's face turned cold, and he said in a deep voice, "What do you mean, you think I'm dirty?"

"Su Xiang, what right do you have to think I'm dirty?"

Fu Hanchuan spoke harshly to others, but he still kept his sense of proportion, but for some reason, he had no bottom line when facing Su Xiang, and he blurted out embarrassing words without going through his brain.

Seeing that Su Xiang's eyes were getting moist, he told himself, who made her cross the river and demolished the bridge, and who made her and Qi Lingyang ambiguous.

He has nothing to do with Zheng Tian'er at all, it was the woman who was in love, she didn't ask anything, and she disliked him first.

The two remained in a stalemate until the drip was over.

She went back very late, and when she saw the two people who came in with sullen faces, she knew that the fight was not over yet.

Mother Song had already seen the strangeness, she just stepped forward and said, "Young Master, I have already put him to bed first, if the husband and wife have nothing else to do, then I will go to sleep too."

Fu Hanchuan waved his hand, and when he turned his head, he saw Su Xiang walking towards the room with the hot water bottle in his hands.

Did the hot water bottle that Qi Lingyang bought just keep her warm?

Fu Hanchuan was in a bad mood, and when he reached his room, he slammed the door with a "bang".

Mother Song hadn't reached her room yet, when she heard the loud voice, she sighed inwardly.

It's so late, why didn't the husband ask the wife if she had eaten?Her complexion is so bad, she must be feeling unwell again.

This question was finally remembered after Fu Hanchuan finished smoking a cigarette.

He irritatedly put out the cigarette butt and walked out of the bedroom.

The room was quiet, Fu Hanchuan went to the kitchen, raised his sleeves to add water to the empty pot.

Troubled woman.

After entering the room, Song's mother quietly left the door behind, paying attention to the movement outside. After a long time, she didn't hear any movement, and she was still worried. She was planning to go out to get some food for Su Xiang, when she was halfway there , I heard the sound of running water in the kitchen.

She breathed a sigh of relief, the husband still has his wife in his heart.

Mother Song turned back, while Fu Hanchuan frowned as he looked at the two steaming bowls of noodles after cooking a pot of noodles.

It was just two bowls of Yangchun noodles, nothing but a handful of green onions.

It's his first time cooking, and heck, he'll have another day in the kitchen.

He glanced in the direction of the bedroom before picking up the tray.

For such a long time, Su Xiang didn't eat anything except drinking that cup of cocoa. Although he was hungry, he had no appetite and didn't want to eat anything.

The door opened, and she closed her eyes immediately when she heard footsteps.

Fu Hanchuan looked at her slightly fluttering eyelashes, and he knew that she was pretending to sleep.

He said coldly: "Get up and eat."

Su Xiang didn't move, Fu Hanchuan went up to drag her up, and the hot water bottle she was holding fell out. Fu Hanchuan got angry when he saw it, he threw the hot water bottle at the end of the bed, and stuffed the noodle bowl into her hand: "Mama Song Cook it, eat it before going to bed."

Su Xiang knows Fu Hanchuan's temper, if he doesn't agree with him, he can spend all the time with you.

She didn't have the strength to toss with him, so she ate the noodles with the bowl in her hands.

Fu Hanchuan watched her start to eat, and then picked up another bowl of noodles and started to eat himself.

He frowned again after taking the first bite of the noodles, the taste was salty, and the noodles were hard, as if they were not fully cooked.

He glanced at Su Xiang, and saw that she seemed unconscious and ate all the noodles in one gulp.

Fu Hanchuan lowered his eyes, and finished his own noodles in two bites.

She has to finish eating everything he cooks, whether it's good or not, as long as she has this awareness.

Su Xiang finished his noodles and left the soup, Fu Hanchuan didn't say anything, and went out with an empty bowl.

The coldness of the room was restored in the bedroom.

Su Xiang sat for a while and wanted to sleep with a hot water bottle in his arms. When he looked at the end of the bed, the purple hot water bottle with a heart-shaped pattern was gone.

After taking a shower in his bedroom, Fu Hanchuan tossed and turned and couldn't fall asleep, his mind was full of Su Xiang's aggrieved, tearful and stubborn little face, and her silently bowing her head while eating noodles.

It's like installing a switcher, and the two faces in my mind are constantly switching.

Fu Hanchuan sat up abruptly, found a book on the bedside table to read, and wanted to divert his attention with other things, but stared at the first line of words for a long time without moving, and his mind was filled with the appearance of her pale face in pain again .

He glanced at the trash can, where the purple hot water bottle was buried.

Cut, heart-shaped?

Can he understand what Qi Lingyang meant?

Fu Hanchuan lifted the quilt, rummaged through the cabinet beside the coffee table for a while, and a few minutes later, he walked into Su Xiang's second bedroom.

When Su Xiang was half asleep and half awake, she felt the side of the bed sinking, a hot water bottle was placed on her stomach, and her body fell into a firm embrace behind her.

She didn't move and let him hold her, but her body didn't soften.

If something happens to her, he won't touch her.

"I have nothing to do with Zheng Tian'er. We met on the plane and she just used me to hype me up." After the man's deep voice rang out, he didn't say anything. Su Xiang was slightly taken aback. She couldn't speak at all, and she didn't ask any further questions. The meaning of going down is that she closed her eyes and her stiff body softened.

In fact, she had a lot of things in her heart that she wanted to talk to him about, and Zheng Tian'er and so on were secondary.

There are so many troubles every year, I'm used to it, really... It's against my will to think so...

Wanting to comfort myself not to care, thinking about it... She has no way to not care...

She just can't speak, but she has flesh and blood, not wood, and every time she makes a fuss, her pain can't be expressed in words.

How did she climb into Fu Hanchuan's bed back then, and now someone climbs into his bed, the new generation is better than the old?

Hehe, that's the only sound hehehe...

If Fu Hanchuan cared about her a little bit, why would he always get entangled with those women to poke her heart?

She didn't want to think about it any more.

She should have figured it out a long time ago, she won the position of Mrs. Fu, so don't think too much about it, Fu Hanchuan's heart, she can't afford it.

If you are sorry, don't think about it, it is better to think about something more practical.

She wants her job back, and she wants to talk about it.

She didn't quarrel with Fu Hanchuan at this time, except that she was not feeling well and had no strength, and she knew that the more she quarreled with him, the less he would let go.

It would do her no good to annoy him.

These days, she has figured it out, everything she has is in the hands of this man, how to make a fuss, and in the end it is only herself who suffers.

It's better to save some energy and let yourself do other things.

Su Xiang didn't fall asleep, but just closed his eyes and thought about things.

Fu Hanchuan put his arms around her waist. He hadn't hugged her for many days, and felt that she seemed to be a little thinner, and the butterfly bones on her back were sticking out, posing against his chest.

He also knew she wasn't asleep because her breathing wasn't even.

Eyes like cold stars were opened in the darkness, looking at the back of her head, the soft long hair was loose, with a faint fragrance.

This is a taste that is not found in foreign hotels.

He grabbed a strand of her hair, twirled it slowly with his fingertips, and suddenly sneered.

Why did he come back in such a hurry, and what did he want to explain to her?
……

The night passed until dawn.

When Su Xiang woke up, Fu Hanchuan had already gotten up.

She went to the dining room after washing up, and Fu Hanchuan just finished feeding Fu Ying. When the little guy saw her, he called his mother sweetly, hugged her thigh and acted like a baby.

Su Xiang picked up his son, just in time to see Fu Hanchuan going out with his briefcase out of the corner of his eyes.

Mother Song came over and said with a smile, "Ma'am, Mr. cooked noodles for you yesterday, isn't it delicious?"

When she woke up in the morning, she saw the empty bowls in the sink, and the empty garbage bag she had changed in the trash can in the evening. If there was nothing left in it, it was all eaten.

The corners of Su Xiang's lips curled slightly. Fu Hanchuan said that Mama Song cooked it, but she didn't believe it at the time.

How could Mama Song, a seasoned kitchen veteran, cook raw noodles?

But no matter how unpalatable the food Fu Hanchuan made, she had to eat it, otherwise he would lose face.

Let Fu Hanchuan lose face, the consequences can be imagined.

She was so uncomfortable, but she would rather endure another bowl of unpalatable noodles than endure his bad temper.

Su Xiangjin walked to the restaurant with his slippers on and sat down. His stomach was still uncomfortable, but it was much better than yesterday.

Mother Song brought over the hot rice porridge and said, "Mr. said to make porridge with mushrooms and lean meat in the morning, and Fu Ying has already eaten it."

Su Xiang picked up the spoon, blew it cold and put it in her mouth. She didn't have much appetite, so she put it down after eating a small bowl of porridge.

Fu Hanchuan left early in the morning, so she didn't have a chance to talk to him about work.

We can only wait for him to come back.

Back in the room, Su Xiang habitually walked to the desk and turned on the computer. When she sat down, she wanted to hug her little yellow chicken, but when she looked at the corner of the table, the little yellow chicken was gone.

She thought it was Fu Ying who took it to play with, so she went to Fu Ying's room to see if it was there, and it was not in his pile of toys.

Although this little yellow chicken was caught by her, she has been used to hugging the little yellow chicken as a pillow these days, when watching movies, and when doing things.

Su Xiang asked Mother Song, and Mother Song said with a puzzled look: "I didn't see it, isn't it always in your room, madam?"

Su Xiang frowned and thought about it carefully. Before Fu Hanchuan came back yesterday, she saw it on the desk.

Thinking of the fate of those claw machines in the subway station, Su Xiang squeezed his fingers, and could only suppress his anger in his heart.

That man didn't even spare a doll.

Hehe, if it wasn't for the incident between him and Zheng Tian'er that made him feel wronged, would he have to settle the score with her when he came back yesterday?
Su Xiang sat sullen, QQ beeped twice, she recovered and opened the dialog box.

Linghu Wujiang: Are you feeling better?
Su Xiang sorted out his emotions and replied.

Sutangbuxiang: Well, it’s better, thank you for your concern.

It became quiet over there, Su Xiang thought that Qi Lingyang was just saying hello to her and asking about her physical condition, so she didn't wait for his reply any longer, shrinking the dialogue box, and sorting out the daily expressions she collected .

She was almost at home these few days, and she didn't have much chance to go out to talk to people. The words were pitiful, and they were almost repeated again and again, which didn't make much sense anymore.

Su Xiang stared at the computer screen in a daze, keeping his eyes on those few lines.

Thinking back, it seemed that her life was poor and pitiful, and besides the Fu family, the Su family, and the school, there were almost no friends around her.

Under such circumstances, how could she have more opportunities to speak?
Su Xiang was already in a low mood, and when he kept looking at these few lines, he felt that his life would stop at these few lines.

She closed the document irritably, and was about to open Weibo when the dialog box flickered a few times, moved the mouse, and clicked to open the dialog box again.

Linghu Wujiang: I wanted to ask you all the time yesterday, I heard that you didn't go to school anymore, why?
Su Xiang pursed his lower lip, knowing that Qi Lingyang knew and would definitely ask.

She thought about it, typed on the keyboard and replied: nothing, there are some things at home.

It cannot be said that her husband restricted her freedom just because she went to play claw machine with him.

Qi's old house.

Qi Lingyang was sitting under a parasol in the garden basking in the sun, with a cup of coffee on the table.

He held the mobile phone in his hand, looking at the line of words on it thoughtfully.

He didn't go to school some time ago, but when he went again later, the teaching director told him that Su Xiang was temporarily suspended because he was reported to have no teacher qualification certificate.

something at home...

Was it Fu Hanchuan's work?
Even in the subway stations along the line, all entertainment facilities were emptied, it is said that overnight.

Qi Lingyang was slowly twiddling his fingers and thinking about something, when a graceful figure walked over behind him.

The footsteps are very light, making a rustling sound when stepping on the withered and yellow lawn.

With a smile on her face, the woman walked to the back of the chair as if she wanted to play a prank, and raised her arm lightly to cover the man's eyes, but she just passed the top of his head when someone grabbed her wrist.

Du Ruohan said with a grin, "I hate it, I just wanted to scare you, but you found out."

Qi Lingyang turned his head, let go of her wrist, and said calmly: "I heard your footsteps."

While talking, he put away his mobile phone and put it face down on the table.

It's not that Du Ruohan didn't notice his little move. He glanced at the phone, and then sat down on the chair on the other side of the table.

She stared at his side face for a while, with a slightly resentful expression: "Ling Yang, have you fallen in love with another woman?"

Qi Lingyang turned to look at her, and said in a deep voice, "Sister-in-law, it seems that we shouldn't talk about these things between you and me."

Du Ruohan's expression twitched in pain, she bit her lips and lowered her head, wringing her fingers with both hands, and said softly with a wry smile, "I...seem to always forget..."

She forgot that she was married to another man, but firmly remembered that the one she loved was the one in front of her.

After pinching and pinching her fingers, the phalanges began to turn white, and the pain hit her heart, so Du Ruohan raised her head, smiled lightly and said, "I just saw that you seem to be very busy recently. what?"

What is he busy with so that he hasn't come to see her for a while?

Of course, she couldn't ask the words in her heart.

The little move just now had already caused her to lose her composure by forgetting her feelings.

Although that little move was a little trick they used to play when they were closest.

Du Ruohan smiled slightly, forcibly put away her loving eyes, looked at him calmly and said, "As a sister-in-law, I can always ask these questions, right?"

Qi Lingyang took a sip of coffee and said, "It's nothing, I'm just helping Zhuo Yi with something."

"Oh……"

After two sentences, it seemed that the two had nothing else to say.

A gust of wind blew over, and a few yellow grasses were driven away by the wind, and the eyes of both of them chased those few grasses.

On the second floor of the villa, a cold gaze stared downstairs for a long time.

Qi Lingyang put down his coffee cup, feeling that he had nothing to say, and was about to stand up when he heard footsteps rubbing against the grass behind him.

Looking back, his elder brother Qi Lingcong was walking slowly.

The man wears black framed eyes and looks very handsome, but because he is too serious, he gives off a very strong and cold feeling.

Even the soft beige knitted jacket he wore couldn't slow down this sense of strength.

But Qi Lingyang's facial features should look softer and gentler, and his pair of long and narrow phoenix eyes are more amorous.

The two brothers do not look alike.

Qi Lingyang stood up: "Brother."

Qi Lingcong nodded, and when Du Ruohan saw Qi Lingcong, she shrank her shoulders slightly and called softly, "Ling Cong."

Qi Lingcong walked over, put the coat in his hand on her shoulders, and said in a low voice, "I don't know how to add clothes when I come out."

After finishing speaking, he turned his head to look at Qi Lingyang: "Why did you think of coming here today?"

After Qi Lingcong married Du Ruohan, he did not move out of the Qi family's old house. As the official heir of the Qi family, living in the old house symbolized his status. On the contrary, when Qi's eldest son got married, the second son, Qi Lingyang, could only move out. live.

Qi Lingyang smiled and said: "It's nothing. I heard Aunt Xiang said that my sister-in-law was ill, so I came to visit and sent some supplements to my sister-in-law to replenish her health."

Qi Lingcong glanced at Du Ruohan, she stood shivering beside him, as if a slightly louder voice could startle her.

Qi Lingyang frowned slightly, the elder brother was too serious, Du Ruohan was afraid of him since childhood.

The three of them, in fact, grew up together, considered childhood sweethearts.

It's just that for the better development of the family, the Du family insisted on marrying Du Ruohan to Qi Lingcong, breaking up the couple.

Qi Lingcong said indifferently: "Second brother is interested, but your sister-in-law is fine, so there is no need to make a fuss, she is just pregnant."

Qi Lingyang's eyes trembled slightly, and he looked at the slender figure beside the man.

She is pregnant?

However, they have been married for four years, and it is too late to have children at this time.

"Then, congratulations to brother and sister-in-law." Qi Lingyang smiled, and there were not many complex expressions on his warm face.

Du Ruohan's cheeks flushed suddenly, and the sadness in his eyes almost couldn't help showing. He glanced at the man beside him sadly, and squeezed his fingers tightly.

She didn't want to be pregnant with Qi Lingcong's child at all, and she didn't want Qi Lingyang to know that she was pregnant.

But was his congratulations sincere, or was he in the same pain as her?
Du Ruohan stared closely at Qi Lingyang, trying to see something from his face, but he smiled slightly and couldn't see anything.

Qi Lingcong's facial expression was still indifferent, the corners of his lips curved slightly, and he nodded: "I've been looking forward to this child for a long time, Ruohan is indeed worthy of congratulations for being pregnant."

The two brothers looked at each other face to face, and there seemed to be a slight current in the air. After a while, Qi Lingyang withdrew his gaze, looked at Du Ruohan and said, "Then sister-in-law, please take good care of yourself, and brother, please take good care of yourself. "

He looked at Qi Lingcong again, and there was not much emotion in his black eyes: "I have other things to do, so I'll leave first."

Qi Lingyang picked up the phone, and when he turned around, Du Ruohan subconsciously took a step forward, his arms tightened, Qi Lingcong squeezed her tightly, staring at her with cold eyes: "Where do you want to go?"

……

At this moment in Fu's Building, everyone's skin was tense.

Probably this is a common problem in all companies. When the boss is away, there is a feeling of relief. When the boss comes back, everyone is conscientious.

Not to mention Fu Hanchuan's unsmiling and demanding boss.

In the CEO's office, Fu Hanchuan was holding a little yellow chicken in his hand, squinting and looking at it.

Yellow suede, ugly chicken beak, a pair of golden eyes on a pancake-like face, the workmanship looks rough.

Does she still keep such a cheap doll in her room for admiration?
Fu Hanchuan threw it casually, and a parabola flew across the air. The little yellow chicken landed on the sofa leather, bounced and rolled down to the ground.

(End of this chapter)