Strongly Locked Up, Fu Shao’s Dumb New Wife

Su Xiang opened his eyes and wanted to say something. As soon as he moved his hand, the tingling on the back of his hand came, and 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 to take care of her?

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

Besides, she Su Xiang is considered an old man, so don't be overwhelmed.

I'm afraid, I wish she disappeared.

Su Xiang felt uncomfortable when he thought of the news reports, and felt even more painful twists in his stomach, and his body curled up like dried shrimps.

Fu Hanchuan bothered her the most and kept silent, holding everything in her heart. He stood up, put his big hands on her shoulders and slightly hardened, and his small body was pushed over by him.

"I say you"

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

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

Knowing that Su Xiang had dysmenorrhea, Fu Hanchuan sat sideways on the side of the bed, reached into the bed, put the hot water bottle on her back waist, put his hand on her belly, and rubbed her.

It was not long after the Spring Festival when she gave birth to Fu Ying, and she lay on the ground for so long. After that, the sick child was already in the body. After that, everyone was busy taking care of the father and the little baby. It was the first time he encountered this kind of thing as a big man. No one told him that she was left out when she was in confinement.

Later, it was discovered that she had fallen the root of the disease. After a long period of treatment, it was only slightly effective. The doctor's meaning is to have a new baby and sit back in the confinement to take care of the body.

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

It is enough for him to have Fu Ying, and it is impossible to let her have another life.

I don't know if the drips are working, or the hot water bottle is working with him, Su Xiang is no longer so uncomfortable.

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

Fu Hanchuan saw her writing about Spain and looked down to see her small face. Although she tried to pretend not to care, she still caught a trace of loneliness and resentment.

He said: "Did you see the news?"

Su Xiang nodded.

Zheng Tian'er is now the first-line traffic flower, and the limelight is in the limelight. Any little thing can be searched hot, not to mention this kind of thing.

As soon as Su Xiang thought of his hands and feet touching other women, he immediately stuck to her stomach, and immediately felt nausea in his heart. No matter he had just rubbed her for her, he caught his big hands and threw them away. Get out the quilt and keep a distance from him.

She writes everything she thinks on her face at the moment, Fu Hanchuan's face turned cold, and she said solemnly: "What do you mean, you think I am dirty?"

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

Fu Hanchuan was venomous at others, but he still took appropriate measures, but he didn't know what was going on. There was no bottom line when facing Su Xiang, and embarrassing words would blurt out without going through his brain.

Seeing Su Xiang's eyes slowly getting wet, he told himself who made her cross the river and demolish the bridge, and who made her confused with Qi Lingyang.

He and Zheng Tian'er had nothing at all, it was the woman who was in estrus, so she didn't ask anything, and disliked him for the first time.

The two stood in a stalemate like this, until the drip was over.

Going back very late, Mother Song saw the two people who came in with a calm face, and knew that the fight hadn't finished yet.

Mother Song was already quite ridiculous, she just did her job as a servant, and said: "Little master, I have already coaxed to sleep first. If the husband and wife have nothing else to do, then I will also go to sleep."

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

Is the hot water bottle that Qi Lingyang bought so warm her?

Fu Hanchuan was in a bad mood and slammed the door when he walked to his room.

Mother Song sighed in her heart when she heard the loud sound before she went to her room.

It's so late, why doesn't the husband ask his wife if he has eaten? Her face is so bad, she must be sick again.

This question finally came to mind after Fu Hanchuan finished smoking a cigarette.

He irritably put out the cigarette **** and walked out of the bedroom.

Quietly in the room, Fu Hanchuan walked to the kitchen, raised his sleeves and filled the empty pot with water.

Troubled woman.

After Mama Song entered the room, she quietly left the door, paying attention to the movement outside. After a long time, she didn't hear any movement. She still couldn't feel relieved. She was about to go out and get Su Xiang some food. When she was halfway down the road. , I heard the sound of water in the kitchen.

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

Mother Song turned back, and Fu Hanchuan frowned when looking at the steaming two bowls of noodles after cooking a pot of noodles.

It's just two bowls of Yangchun noodles, except for a handful of green onions, nothing.

This is his first time cooking, it's a hell, he can still have a day in the kitchen.

He glanced in the direction of the bedroom before he picked up the tray.

Su Xiang hadn't eaten anything except the cup of cocoa for so long. Although he was hungry, he had no appetite and didn't want to eat anything.

The door opened, and she closed her eyes as soon as she heard the footsteps.

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

He said coldly: "Get up and eat."

Su Xiang didn't move, Fu Hanchuan went up and dragged her up, and the hot water bottle she was holding fell out. Fu Hanchuan got angry at the sight, threw the hot water bottle at the end of the bed, and stuffed the noodle bowl into her hand: "Mother Song Cook it, eat it and then go to sleep."

Su Xiang knows Fu Hanchuan's temper, and if he doesn't agree to him, he can keep spending with you.

She didn't have the strength to toss with him, holding a bowl and eating the noodles.

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

Only after the first bite of noodles was eaten, his brows frowned again, the taste was salty, and the noodles were so hard that they didn't seem to be fully cooked.

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

Fu Hanchuan looked down, and the couple of couples had eaten up his noodles.

She has to finish everything he cooks, no matter how good or not it is delicious, as long as she has this consciousness.

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

The coldness of a room was restored in the bedroom.

After sitting for a while, Su Xiang wanted to sleep with a hot water bottle. When she looked at the end of the bed, the purple hot water bottle with a heart-shaped pattern disappeared.

After taking a shower in his bedroom, Fu Hanchuan couldn't fall asleep over and over again when he lay down. There was Su Xiang's aggrieved, tearful and stubborn face, and the appearance of her silently lowering her head to eat noodles.

As if a switcher was installed, the two faces in my head were constantly switching.

Fu Hanchuan sat up abruptly, looked for a book on the bedside table, and wanted to change his attention from something else, but stared at the first line of words for a long time without moving, and her mind looked like her pale face again with pain. .

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

Cut, heart-shaped?

Can he understand what Qi Lingyang meant any more?

Fu Hanchuan opened the quilt and rummaged in the cabinet on the side of the coffee table for a while. After a few minutes, he walked into Su Xiang's second bedroom.

Su Xiang slept half-dream and half-awake, and felt the side of the bed sink, a hot water bottle was placed on her stomach, and her body fell into a firm embrace behind her.

She did not move and let him hold her, but her body did not soften.

If something happened to her, he wouldn't move her.

"I had nothing to do with Zheng Tian'er. I met on the plane and she used me to make hype." After the man's low voice sounded, Su Xiang was startled slightly. She could not speak at all and did not ask any more 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, Zheng Tian'er or something, it was second.

I have to make trouble so many times every year, I'm used to it, it's really against my heart to think so

I want to comfort myself, don’t care, I think she can’t do it

She just can't speak, but she is flesh and blood, not wood, and there is a lot of trouble every time. Her pain is just unable to speak in words.

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

Haha, there is only this one

If Fu Hanchuan cared about her a little bit, how could he always entangle those women to poke her heart?

She didn't want to think much about these.

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

If you can't, don't think about it, it's better to think about something practical.

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

She didn't quarrel with Fu Hanchuan at this time. In addition to her current physical discomfort and lack of strength, she knew that the more she quarreled with him, the less he would let go.

Annoyed him, it was not good for her.

These days she wanted to understand that everything she had was in the hands of this man, how to make noise, in the end it was only herself who suffered.

It would be better to save some energy and let yourself do some other things.

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

Fu Hanchuan hugged her waist and did not hold her for many days. She seemed to be thinner. The butterfly bones on the back were protruding, and the diaphragm was against his chest.

He also knew that she was not asleep because her breathing was not steady.

The cold star-like eyes were open in the dark, looking at the back of her head, the soft long hair was scattered, with a faint fragrance.

This is a taste not found in foreign hotels.

He caught a strand of her hair, twisted it at his fingertips and played with it slowly, and then sneered.

What did he do when he came back in such a hurry, and what would he explain to her?

The night passed till dawn.

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

After she washed and went to the restaurant, Fu Hanchuan just finished feeding Fu Ying. The little guy saw her sweetly and called his mother, hugged her thighs and acted like a baby.

Su Xiang picked up his son and saw Fu Hanchuan going out with a briefcase from the corner of his eyes.

Mother Song came over and said with a smile: "Mrs. Yesterday, my husband cooked the noodles for you personally. Isn't it delicious?"

She wakes up in the morning and sees the empty bowls in the sink, and the trash can contains the empty trash bags that she changed at night, and there is no leftovers in it, so they are all finished.

The corners of Su Xiang's lips were slightly bent, and Fu Hanchuan said that it was Song's mother who cooked it, but she didn't believe it at the time.

Mother Song, a skilled hand in the kitchen, could not cook raw noodles.

But the things Fu Hanchuan made, no matter how unpalatable she had to eat, or he would lose face.

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

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

Su Xiang walked to the restaurant and sat down in his slippers. His lower abdomen was still uncomfortable, but it was much better than yesterday.

Mother Song brought the hot rice porridge and said, "Mr. said that we will make mushroom and lean meat porridge in the morning. Fu Ying has already eaten it."

Su Xiang squeezed the spoon, let it cool and put it in the mouth. She didn't have a lot of appetite, so she ate a small bowl of porridge and put it down.

Fu Hanchuan left early in the morning, so she never had the opportunity to talk to him about work.

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 hold her little yellow chicken. When she looked at the corner of the table, the little yellow chicken was gone.

She thought it was Fu Ying who had used it to play, and when she went to Fu Ying's room, she checked whether he was in the pile of toys.

Although she caught this little yellow chicken, she used to hold the little yellow chicken as a pillow these days, holding it when watching movies, and holding it when doing things.

Su Xiang asked Mama Song, Mama Song said with a puzzled look: "I haven't seen it, haven't it been kept in your wife's room all the time?"

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

Thinking of the end of those grabbing claw machines at the subway station, Su Xiang squeezed his fingers, only to put his anger into his heart.

That man didn't even let go of a doll.

Ha ha, if it wasn't for the trouble between him and Zheng Tian'er, which made him lose sight of it, and when he came back yesterday, would he have to settle the account with her?

Su Xiang sat sulking and made two beeps. She recovered and opened the dialog box.

Linghu Wujiang: Are you feeling better?

Su Xiang sorted out his emotions and returned to the past.

Crisp candy is not fragrant: Well, it's better, thank you for your concern.

It was quiet over there, Su Xiang thought that Qi Lingyang was just saying hello to her to ask about her physical condition, so he didn't wait for his reply anymore, shrank the dialog box, and sorted out the daily words she had collected. .

In the past few days, she was almost at home, and there was no chance to go out and talk to people. The words were so few and pitiful, almost all of them repeated and repeated, which had no meaning anymore.

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

After thinking about it, it seemed that her life was poor and pitiful. Except for the Fu family, the Su family, and the school, there were almost no friends.

In such a situation, how could she have more opportunities to speak?

Su Xiang was in a depressed mood, and he kept facing these lines again, feeling that his life seemed to be stopped on these lines.

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

Linghu Wujiang: I always wanted to ask you yesterday, I heard that you didn't go to school, why?

Su Xiang pursed his lower lip, knowing that Qi Lingyang knew, he would definitely ask.

She thought for a while, typed on the keyboard and replied: Nothing, there is something at home.

It can not be said that her husband restricted her freedom because she went to play the claw machine with him.

Qi family old house.

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

With the phone in his hand, he looked thoughtfully at the line on it.

He didn't go to school some time ago, but when he went back later, the teaching director told him that Su Xiang was temporarily suspended because he was reported that he did not have a teacher qualification certificate.

Something at home

Fu Hanchuan did it, right?

Even the subway stations along the line, all the entertainment facilities were emptied, which is said to be overnight.

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

The footsteps were very light, making a rustling sound on the yellow lawn.

The woman grinned and walked behind the chair as if she wanted to play a joke. She raised her arm gently to cover the man's eyes, but just passed his head and her wrist was caught.

Du Ruohan grinned and said: "I hate it, I just wanted to scare you, and I was discovered by you."

Qi Lingyang turned her head, loosened her wrist, and said faintly: "I heard your footsteps."

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

Du Ruohan didn't notice this little movement, glanced over the phone, and then sat down on the chair on the other side of the table.

She stared at his profile for a while, her expression a little bit resentful: "Ling Yang, do you like other women?"

Qi Lingyang turned his head to look at her, and said solemnly: "Sister-in-law, between you and me, it seems that you shouldn't talk about this."

A big sister-in-law made Du Ruohan's expression twitch in pain. She bit her lip and lowered her head, twisted her fingers in her hands, smiled bitterly, and said softly, "I seem to always forget."

Forgot that she had married another man, but firmly remembered that the one she loved was the one in front of her.

After pinching his fingers and then pinching, the finger bones began to turn white, and the pain was deep in his heart. Du Ruohan raised his head, then smiled faintly and said: "I just saw you seem to be busy these days. what?"

What is he doing so that he hasn't come to see her for this period of time?

Of course, she couldn't ask what was in her heart.

That little move just now was caused by her forgetfulness.

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

Du Ruohan smiled slightly and forcibly closed his loving gaze, looked at him with a calm gaze and said: "As a sister-in-law, I can always ask about these?"

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

"Oh"

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

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

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

Qi Lingyang put down the coffee cup, feeling that there was nothing to say. He was about to stand up, and heard the rustling footsteps rubbing against the grass behind him.

Turning his head to see, his eldest brother Qi Lingcong was walking slowly.

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

This sense of strength, even when he wore a soft beige knitted jacket, could not slow down by half.

The lines of Qi Lingyang's face should be softer and gentler, and a pair of long and narrow phoenix eyes are more affectionate.

The two brothers don't look alike.

Qi Lingyang stood up: "Big Brother."

Qi Lingcong nodded. When Du Ruohan saw Qi Lingcong, he shrank his shoulders slightly and called out softly, "Ling Cong."

Qi Lingcong walked over, put the coat he was carrying on her shoulders, and whispered, "I don't know how to add another clothes when I come out."

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

After Qi Lingcong and Du Ruohan got married, they 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 identity. On the contrary, when Qi’s family 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 sick, so I came to visit and sent some supplements to my sister-in-law to replenish her body."

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

Qi Lingyang frowned slightly, his eldest brother was too serious, and Du Ruohan had been afraid of him since he was a child.

The three of them actually grew up together and they were childhood sweethearts.

For the better development of the family, the Du family insisted on marrying Du Ruohan to Qi Lingcong, and forcibly separated a pair of lovers.

Qi Lingcong said indifferently: "The second brother is interested, but your sister-in-law is fine, 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?

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

"Then, congratulations to the eldest brother and sister-in-law." Qi Lingyang smiled, there was not much complicated expression on the gentle face.

Du Ruohan's cheeks flushed swiftly, and the sadness in his eyes was almost uncontrollable. He glanced sadly at the man beside him, and pinched his fingers tightly.

She did not want to be pregnant with Qi Lingcong's child, nor did she want Qi Lingyang to know that she was pregnant.

But was his congratulations sincere, or was it just as painful as hers?

Du Ruohan stared at Qi Lingyang tightly, trying to see something on his face, but he smiled slightly and couldn't see anything.

Qi Lingcong's facial expression was still cold, the corners of his lips curled slightly, and he nodded: "I have been looking forward to this child for a long time. If Han can be pregnant, it is indeed worthy of congratulations."

The two brothers watched face to face. There seemed to be a slight current surging in the air. After a while, Qi Lingyang withdrew his eyes and looked at Du Ruohan and said: "Then sister-in-law, take care of your body and ask your elder brother to take care of it. "

He looked at Qi Lingcong again, and there was no too much emotion in his ink-colored eyes: "I have something else to do, so I will leave first."

Qi Lingyang picked up the phone, and when he turned around, Du Ruohan subconsciously stepped forward, his arms tightened, Qi Lingcong pinched her tightly, staring at her coldly, "Where do you want to go?"

In the Fu Shi Building at this time, everyone's skin was taut.

Probably this is a common problem in all companies. When the boss is absent, there is a sense of relief. When the boss comes back, all of them are conscientious and conscientious.

What's more, Fu Hanchuan's unsmiling, demanding boss.

In the president's office, Fu Hanchuan held a small yellow chicken in his hand and squinted his eyes.

Yellow, colored suede, ugly chick mouth, and golden eyes on the pie-like face, the workmanship looks rough.

This kind of cheap doll, did she still keep it in the room to pay her respects?

Fu Hanchuan threw it casually, and a parabola crossed the air, and the little yellow chicken fell on the leather of the sofa, bounced and rolled down to the ground.