Chapter 43

As soon as the door was closed, did they get up from the sofa and surround their desks.

"What did the little mute send you?" He craned his neck, stared at the box tightly, and said with a bad heart, "can't he send you a divorce agreement?"

Fu Hanchuan was looking for an art knife. When he heard that his fingers curled slightly, he inevitably thought of the words written by Su Xiang yesterday.

His eyebrows frowned slightly, and the art knife he got didn't go down immediately.

That woman, how dare you?

Could it be that Fu Hanchuan stared at the box, but there was no more action. The smile on his face was even more treacherous. He urged with schadenfreude: "open it quickly and see what it is."

Fu Hanchuan looked up and saw his cheap smile on his face. He gave him a cool look: "want to know?"

"Nonsense." If Fu Hanchuan is forced to sign the divorce agreement by the little mute, it must be the funniest joke of the year!

Fu Hanchuan gave him a cold look and then looked at Peixian: "you also want to know what's inside?"

Pei Xian was curious, but he didn't have a man's calm demeanor at all.

Peixian smiled and said, "I don't care."

Fu Hanchuan looked at him for a moment and said, "well, let him out."

It means that if we go out with him, he can see what's in it.

Pei Xian raised his eyebrows a little and stood up: "please go out for a while."

Could it be that they were in a hurry: "I said you two are childish, aren't you childish?"

Hehe, who is childish in the end? I just don't want to see him in the eye.

Fu Hanchuan didn't want to answer him at all. He stared at the box with gloomy eyebrows.

If it was a divorce agreement, he promised that he would make her die ugly!

Marriage is calculated by her. Can Fu Hanchuan let her do it after divorce!

Then he really became a big joke!

Could it be that the same shouting voice was finally shut out of the door. Peixian paced over and saw Fu Hanchuan cut open the packing box.

He only saw a slight frown on his brow. Peixian looked at him. Is it really a divorce agreement?

Fu Hanchuan reached in and picked up the things inside, a box of nianci'an Pipa ointment and a box of 999 cold granule. The corners of his lips unconsciously stirred up.

She's smart and knows how to please him.

Could it be that they came in with one hand still on the doorknob and asked eagerly, "what is it?"

Pei Xian leaned over and let him see.

"Cough syrup?" Could it be that Tong opened his eyes slightly and was stunned there.

These days, no one delivers cough medicine by express. The little mute is not good at it. He has the ability to deliver it himself.

"Cut, boring."

Could it be that there was no excitement to see? He looked very disappointed and sat down on the sofa.

Pei Xian smiled and said, "the day before yesterday, you said people had no love to show. Now you see it?"

It's just that ordinary people can't understand this show of love.

Could it be that they both rolled their eyes? What is this!

Fu Hanchuan had completely ignored the two guys. He took the cup and poured the freshly brewed coffee into the flower pot in the corner. Then he picked up a bag of cold granules and shook it twice.

Could it be that Tong turned his eyes again and said something? It was just a bag of medicine. Peixian smiled at it without saying anything.

Fu Hanchuan smiled at them, slowly tore open the package, poured in the water cup, then went to the water dispenser to pour boiling water, glanced at the two people slowly, returned to the office table and sat down.

The medicine was still very hot. Fu Hanchuan hung it aside and unscrewed the pipa syrup. The viscous syrup was sweet and greasy, but a cool feeling entered his throat. His throat was much more comfortable and didn't want to cough so much.

Could it be that they both looked at the man's coquettish actions, hummed jealously and said, "you've had enough, I can't see it anymore."

Fu Hanchuan was in a good mood. He didn't care about him. He took a sip of the medicine and looked at Peixian and said, "Why are you here today?"

Pei Xian is also a busy man at ordinary times. It is difficult to get his company at ordinary times.

Pei Xian folded his legs and said faintly, "nothing. I just heard that your project has been launched and is looking for a tourism image ambassador, so let me have a look."

Pei Xian is the president of the culture and entertainment company. Fu wants to hire an image spokesman. Of course, he hopes to win.

Fu Shi, how many people stare at the golden pimple.

Fu Hanchuan glanced at him: "your news is fast."

Pei Xian smiled: "there's no way. If I don't work hard, I'll go home and inherit my property."

Pei's family started in real estate, but Pei Xian himself was not interested in family business. When he was in college, he went to the director department and opened his own brokerage company. Now he is a powerful big company in the entertainment circle.

Fu Hanchuan pulled down the corners of his lips and looked at moffetong again: "what about you?"

Playing with his mobile phone, he said with a smile: "I don't need to inherit my family property or start a business. I'm the most idle. I'll come and see you."

Could it be that there are two brothers in the same family who fight in the dark every day for that family property? He is the most open-minded, does nothing all day, and says it's good to be a dandy.

Fu Hanchuan looked at him and said he didn't believe a word about it. If you don't have the ability, you won't quietly get a manor out and open an entertainment club.

Pei Xian's goal has been achieved. He looked at the time and said, "OK, you're busy. I'll go and see Qiao Shen."

Qiao Ying is very angry. It seems that he has to work hard from Qiao Shen.

When Pei Xian left, he didn't forget to take it away. He had to leave some space for Fu Hanchuan to feel the care and love given to him by his little wife, didn't he?

Pei Xian thought silently, why didn't he learn from Fu Hanchuan to pretend to be sick or something, so that Qiao Ying wouldn't be so angry and could feel her care and love.

It doesn't seem right. Qiao Ying is a doctor. She knows at a glance that she has a too smart girlfriend. She can't pretend to be ill

When Peixian went out with Mofei, the office was finally quiet.

Fu Hanchuan took another sip of the slightly sweet cold granule and turned on his mobile phone.

If it's blank, she won't say anything to him?

Su Xiang was correcting his homework. The mobile phone in the corner of the table vibrated. When he opened it, Fu Hanchuan sent a message: the medicine has been received.

Su Xiang took his mobile phone and looked at the calendar hanging on the wall. She knew he had received it. The express sent her a message. He also sent a winding text message to do something.

But she replied: Oh.

Fu Hanchuan looked at the simple word "Oh", she had only one word, no?

Just don't care. Ask him if he has a serious cold, headache and fever?

Don't ask him if he took any medicine?

Su Xiang's school for the deaf and dumb is in the suburbs. When she gets off work, she sometimes buys some fresh fruits and vegetables in the suburban vegetable market. But today, as soon as she arrived, she hurried to the subway station.

At home, Fu Hanchuan hasn't come back yet. Seeing song's mother, Su Xiang asked her if she had seen her marriage certificate.

Mother song looked at her suspiciously and said, "madam, I didn't see it."

Su Xiang was stunned. It's impossible.

——Didn't you change the sheets in the room?

Mother song remembered and said, "madam, the sheets in your room are..."

Before she finished, the door opened and Fu Hanchuan stepped in.

Mother song saw Fu Hanchuan and swallowed her words before she finished.

Su Xiang always changed the bed sheets in the bedroom himself. Yesterday, Mr. Fu didn't go to work. He changed the bed sheets. When he came out with a black face holding the bed sheets, she was surprised.

When Mother Song saw Fu Hanchuan, she immediately said, "the soup in the kitchen is still stewing. I'll go and have a look first."

Then he went to the kitchen immediately.

Fu Hanchuan changed his slippers and came over and handed his suit coat to Su Xiang. Su Xiang went to hang his coat silently as usual.

Fu Hanchuan's eyes stared at her back. She didn't care. She asked if his cold was better?

At dinner, Fu Hanchuan said he had no appetite and went into the study without even drinking soup.

Su Xiang fed Fu Ying. The little guy chewed rice in his mouth and said, "baby, eat rice, very good, Baba, don't eat rice, don't be good."

Song mother took a glance at the direction of the study, but fortunately she did not make complaints about it. If Mr. Fu knew that he had been tuckled by such a small child, his face would not know how long it would take.

Mrs. Song said, "madam, is Mr. Song's cold serious? He's under so much pressure at work. It's very harmful not to eat."

Su Xiang's eyes flickered slightly. When he entered the door just now, he saw that his eyebrows were wrinkled. He didn't know if he had a headache again.

Also, did he take the cold medicine she sent him?

After dinner, Su Xiang picked up his sleeves and made him a small wonton in the kitchen. Fu Ying surrounded her and stood on tiptoe, pulling the door of the cabinet and watching her do it.

It's good for Baba to get sick. Ma Ma will give him small wonton.

You know, Su Xiang has been busy with app for a while. He hasn't made snacks for a while.

When the small wonton was ready, Su Xiang took it to Fu Hanchuan and opened the door of the study. Fu Hanchuan sat in a chair, rubbing his forehead with one hand and thinking about something with the computer.

Su Xiang put the wonton in front of him. Fu Hanchuan looked up at her, moved the keyboard forward, and silently ate with a spoon.

Su Xiang just looked at his face. Looking at it like this, he couldn't see how his cold was. It was better when it was serious.

I don't know whether he took the medicine she bought or just lost it?

When the words came to her mouth, Su Xiang held back and didn't ask. He liked to eat or not. Anyway, her body wasn't hers.

Thinking so, she picked up the tray and turned to the door.

Before taking two steps, a man's low, slightly hoarse voice came from behind: "wait, press it for me."

Fu Hanchuan had a headache. Now, with a cold, his headache is even worse.

Su Xiang massages with moderate strength and presses it on the acupoints. After her rubbing, it will be much more comfortable. It is more effective than taking headache medicine.

Su Xiang's footsteps paused and turned to see him disturbed by his headache. After all, he walked back.

She stood behind him, pressing her hands on his temples and kneading them.

Fu Hanchuan's tight brain eased down, and then he slowly tasted the small wonton.

He didn't know that his favorite son was watching the restaurant, waiting for his mother to feed him small wonton.

Fu Hanchuan's computer is still on. On the screen is his company's project plan. When Su Xiang rubbed it, she just saw the photo above. Isn't it the travel expert she paid attention to on her microblog?

At the banquet of the Jin family that day, I heard him say something. She was still wondering what he could see on her microblog. It turned out that she wanted to refer to the place where the Da Ren had traveled to make a new tourist route.

Anyway, when did he find out she had a microblog?

Su Xiang looked at the back of the man's head and couldn't help pressing it. Fortunately, she didn't complain about negative energy at the microblog meeting or speak ill of him, otherwise the man must bother her again.

Fu Hanchuan just swallowed the wonton in his mouth. When she pressed it so hard, the wonton almost swallowed directly.

He said in a deep voice, "press it well!"

Su Xiang curled his mouth behind him and walked up to him.

——When did you read my microblog?

In order to prevent Fu Hanchuan from pretending to be confused, she pointed directly to his computer screen.

She must know whether he only read her microblog or got the microblog password.

Fu Hanchuan glanced at her and sniffed: "is there anything I can't see on your microblog?"

After a word, Fu Hanchuan felt it necessary for him to explain that it was not that he paid special attention to her, but that he needed to stare at her so that she wouldn't feel that he seemed to care about her.

He straightened his back a little, made his posture full, and said, "I didn't ask you when I got a microblog. Don't you know that as a member of the Fu family, you should pay attention to your words and deeds? What if I don't stare at you? "

Su Xiang didn't want to say anything more when he said so.

Just sneer in your heart, Fu family? Is she from the Fu family?

——You can rest assured that there will be no videos of me and no photos of me on the microblog.

She shouldn't have mentioned this topic. It's nothing to block herself. Just go back and change the password of the microblog.

Fu Hanchuan looked at Su Xiang's slightly changed face and knew that his words had poked her pain point.

But he was used to standing high above her and couldn't pull down his face in front of her.

Fu Hanchuan sank his breath: "just know."

Then he paused and looked at Su Xiang: "you pay attention to his microblog. Do you really want to go out and have a look?"

Su Xiang was kept at home by his father since he was a child. Since then, he has been at Fu's house. He hardly goes out to see the world. If he is not yearning, how can he pay attention to other people's microblogs and see the world through their eyes.

She nodded, but only to see.

Those travelers can speak English, Chinese and many languages, and she doesn't even have the most basic speaking ability.

Where can she go like this?

Fu Hanchuan looked at Su Xiang, who was silent. He bowed his head and ate a small wonton. Suddenly he said, "after a while, I'll take you to Spain."

Su Xiang was stunned. He thought he had heard wrong and looked at Fu Hanchuan. He didn't even care what he had just offended her.

——Really?

Fu Hanchuan glanced at her uneasily and said, "what is true or false? Can my words be false?"

Seeing Su Xiang's excited bright eyes, the corners of his lips slightly recalled: "for the sake of you being the hero of this project, it doesn't hurt to let you go out and have a look."

With his assurance, Su Xiang's mood suddenly got better, and his steps to go out were much lighter.

Fu Hanchuan looked at her back to the door until it was covered by the door panel, and the radian of the lip angle tilted up again.

This woman is nice to coax, but she's just going out.

After a while, Fu Hanchuan went out to pour water thirsty. When he passed the living room, he saw Su Xiang cutting Fu Ying's toenails.

The little guy had just finished taking a bath. His white fat body was wrapped in a bath towel. His fat and tender feet were pinched in Su Xiang's hands. Every time he heard a click, he shrank his feet in fear, but he didn't dare to move.

Fu Hanchuan looked down at his slipper feet and walked to the kitchen without squinting.

After drinking the water, he thought of something, put down the cup and went back to the bedroom. When he came out again, he had walked to the living room in his pajamas, nightgown and slippers and sat down.

The child is active. Su Xiang doesn't dare to be distracted. He is concentrating on cutting Fu Ying's nails. Suddenly, he feels that one side of the sofa sinks. When he looks up, the man's long legs are half overlapped on the sofa, one hand is behind his head, and one end of his foot is stuffed behind her ass.

Fu Hanchuan looked at her and didn't speak. He picked up the remote control and changed to a sports channel.

Su Xiang was surprised. Workaholic Fu Hanchuan seldom watched TV. It seems that his headache is very serious today.

Fu Hanchuan stared at the TV, but kept glancing at the nail clipper. She saw that she had cut her son's nails and smoothed the burrs for him.

After cutting his nails, Fu Ying finally loosened his mouth so that he could shake his hands and feet. He immediately came down from Su Xiang's leg to play with toys. Su Xiang was about to put away his nail clipper when he suddenly put a big foot on his leg.

Su Xiang looked at man with the an indifferent face. What was he doing?

Fu Hanchuan nodded his chin towards his toes, which meant to ask her to trim his toenails.

"It's a little long."

Su Xiang pinched his palm and wanted to throw his feet down.

There is no mistake!

Fu Ying doesn't like watching sports channels, nor does he like the commentator's explanation like chicken blood. He turns his head and looks at his mother wrongly.

"Ma Ma, it depends on page."

The little guy love to see piggy, but his father changed his channel.

Fu Hanchuan shook the remote control and said that if she didn't cut his toenails, she wouldn't watch cartoons.

Su Xiang breathed out in silence. Thinking that she could go to Spain in a while, and that she had to go out with the man's permission, she endured it and trimmed him with a nail clipper. Fu Hanchuan's satisfied eyebrows were slightly picked, so she adjusted the channel back.

The days went on like this. Mother song was relieved to see that the couple finally had the feeling of living a peaceful life.

You know, your nerves are tense all day. You're getting old quickly.

There is no cold war or quarrel here. Over the old Fu House, Mrs. Zhuoya can't sleep at night.

That night, Mrs. Zhuoya lost sleep again. She sat in the living room and looked through the photos of those celebrities.

Jin Yuxin is not good enough, so she will find another one. In short, she must have family background, knowledge and appearance, and be worthy of her son.

I just heard that Fu Hanchuan intends to take Su Xiang abroad for vacation.

Those two people, not to mention going abroad for vacation, didn't even put on wedding wine when they first got married, let alone honeymoon.

And now, you say you're going on vacation abroad?

It is said that mother and son are connected, but she can't understand her son now.

She didn't understand that Fu Hanchuan had a crush on the mute, but he was soft hearted?

No, it must not be.

It must have been some trick played by the mute that made her son fascinated.

Although the woman is just a mute, as the saying goes, a dog that can't bark will bite. It's this kind of silent dog that is the most insidious.

It was she who climbed onto her son's bed with all her heart, and then was bitten by her.

Her son can't really live with a mute all his life and let her destroy him!

Seeing the light in the living room, Lao he came to have a look. He saw Mrs. Zhuoya sitting on the sofa with her forehead, and some information scattered on the tea table.

He went over and called softly, "madam, if you want to rest, go back to your room and sleep. Now it's cold and easy to catch cold. "

Mrs. Zhuoya just narrowed her eyes for a while and looked up at the speech: "it's all right. I'll sit for a while."

Seeing Mrs. Zhuoya frowning, he glanced at the things on the tea table and asked, "is Mrs. Fu still worried about Mr. Fu?"

Mrs. Zhuoya sighed, stretched out her hand to tidy up all the data, and said, "what else can I do?"

As the old saying goes, when you marry a wife, you should marry a virtuous person. If you find an unhappy daughter-in-law, you really do everything.

He thought for a moment and whispered, "madam, I forgot to tell you something. I went to the subway station to pick up my wife and saw her get out of a Porsche. "

Mrs. Zhuoya's face immediately became ugly and her eyes became fierce.

"Why are you telling me now!"

Su Xiang's school is not a good school. Can anyone afford to drive a Porsche?

Lao he said in embarrassment, "I think madam has been in poor health for a while, so I didn't tell you."

Mrs. Zhuoya pursed her lower lip. That's not the problem now.

She said in a deep voice, "do you see who the owner is?"

Lao he didn't dare say anything more. He only said that the owner was a young man, but he didn't see his appearance clearly because of the light. Mrs. Zhuoya's eyes became fierce. This mute, while bewitching his son, is still restless outside“ Have you told Hanchuan about this? " Lao he respectfully said, "not yet. I think my wife probably just took a ride and didn't tell Mr. Fu. "“ Hum! " Mrs. Zhuoya snorted coldly. How far can it be from the school to the subway station? Can she waste her legs? Since I feel tired after walking a few steps, I'd better stay at home to avoid going out and showing up! This novel has been translated by www.novelhall.com and if you are reading this somewhere, they have stolen our translation.