Strongly Locked Up, Fu Shao’s Dumb New Wife

The cleaning time was longer. When Su Xiang walked out of the bathroom, Fu Hanchuan was already awake.

The half-naked chest, the strong muscles glowing with honey, and the healthy complexion also show that the man's figure is extremely outstanding.

The man who wakes up in the morning has a different kind of charm. He half-sit looking at her in a lazy posture, but his eyes are particularly sharp and cold, as cold as ice and sharp as a knife.

Su Xiang was startled, his eyes fell on the marriage certificate held by his fingertips.

The broken book is extremely ugly, and even the bright red wrapped in tape has lost its original color, and it doesn't match his slender fingers with well-defined joints.

It seemed that the perfect pair of hands had destroyed the bright red book, which seemed cruel.

He looked at her coldly and said coldly: "You just put it under the pillow?"

Su Xiang didn't deny that since he turned it over, it's obvious, isn't it?

"Take it out every night and morning?" He shook his finger, showing a bit of mockery, "Do you regret tearing it apart, or do you want to tear it again?"

Cherish and destroy, deep in his careless eyes, he couldn't see what kind of answer he wanted.

Su Xiang took a breath, pursed his lower lip, raised his hands and gestured.

—Yesterday, your mother told me that she wanted me to leave, she said...

Before she finished the gesture, Fu Hanchuan immediately interrupted her impatiently: "I don't understand what you are talking about, all right."

He lifted the quilt and stood up, and walked directly to the bathroom by her side.

The strong wind he brought when he passed by blew on his face, and it was cool.

With a loud "bang", the room seemed to tremble.

Su Xiang was accustomed to it, but still couldn't help covering his ears.

She glanced at the closed door, she was really Ms. Zhuoya's own son, and didn't have much patience.

However, although he hasn't learned sign language, he has lived together for nearly three years. Even if he doesn't understand, he should guess some sign language. Does he really fail to understand, or has he really never had the patience to guess?

There was a faint sound of crying from the child next door. It was probably frightened by the sound of closing the door just now. Su Xiang didn't stay much, and immediately went to the baby room next door.

After washing up the child, Fu Hanchuan came out of the room as well. This weekend, he was resting at home, wearing only comfortable home clothes.

The two looked at each other, neither of them had the desire to speak.

Little friend Fu Ying was very happy to see his father. He didn't know that it was his father who had scared him just now. He waved his little hand to hug: "Baba..."

Fu Hanchuan hugged the child and walked to the living room. The things Mrs. Zhuo Ya gave were placed on the sofa at will. Fu Ying saw it and clamored for him to take it apart.

"Baba, tear it down... it depends, tear it down..."

Su Xiang originally wanted to say not to take it apart, the child would not be able to play at all, and it would be troublesome to clean up the toy fragments. After thinking about it, let it go.

When did Fu Hanchuan listen to her?

When she made breakfast, Fu Hanchuan had already made a model of a car with her son.

Fu Hanchuan likes cars very much. All the luxury cars in the garage can be exhibited by car. In the early years, he even participated in car races, but since that incident, he has never competed anymore, and even those luxury cars have been released. Accumulate dust in the garage.

But judging from the model he made for his son, he still loves cars.