Chapter 124

The bathtub is filled with a jar of hot water to soak away the soreness and softness of the whole body.

Su Xiang lay inside until the water became warm and cool.

He said that these two words were not easy for her.

For her, the Fu family is a tiger's den; As far as the Fu family is concerned, she is a fierce beast and can't avoid it.

Just now, she was bewitched by Fu Hanchuan and was put into bed by him for a moment. However, as long as her mind is clear, she will think about it again and again.

Just Fu Ying

Fu Hanchuan kneaded her death point, and Su Xiang rubbed her head, which made her have a headache.

The water had completely cooled down and forgot to bring in his pajamas. Su Xiang took the towel on the towel rack and wrapped himself first. When he walked out of the bathroom, he smelled a faint smell of smoke in the bedroom.

Fu Hanchuan sat on the sofa by the window, his slender fingertips holding half the smoke, folded his legs and looked at the thunderstorm outside the window.

The concise facial contour, deep eyes and thin smoke spit out from his lips. It seems that he is meditating.

The black bathrobe was slightly loose, revealing his strong chest and a long leg. The man in meditation had an unknown charm.

The rain crackled on the window glass, dense and rapid, and the water trickled down.

Coupled with the dark indoor light, vision, hearing and smell, people's senses are bewitched by a new round at this moment.

Su Xiang pursed her lower lip and swallowed gently in her throat. She felt the coolness of her shoulders before she took her eyes away from him.

She went to the wardrobe to get her pajamas. When she opened it, it was full of men's things, and there was nothing left of her, not even a pair of underwear.

Su Xiang thought that it was probably song's mother who helped her clean up the wardrobe over there. She closed the door and prepared to go there. Then she turned around and hit her nose against a wall.

Su Xiang covered his sore nose and stared at the man. He had nothing to do standing behind her!

Fu Hanchuan's eyelids half drooped and looked at the little woman in front of him. Su Xiang thought he was going to do something and subconsciously leaned back.

The man's nose made a sound like ah, and the corners of his lips provoked some ridicule. He saw him hold the cigarette end between his thin lips, and then lean towards Su Xiang.

Su Xiang opened his eyes wide. He didn't know what he wanted. Why did he lean against her with a cigarette? Did he still want to burn a brand on her?

The man's slightly drooping eyes have been staring at her. Seeing that her moist and clear eyes are full of doubts and... Panic?

Fu Hanchuan didn't know how she could show such an expression, as if he was going to eat her. The problem was that he had wiped her dry before that.

The man's hand reached behind her. There was a rustle behind his ear. He took a shirt from the hanger and stuffed it into her arms.

Su Xiang looked at the white men's shirt in his hand, blinked suspiciously, and then looked up at him.

The man reached out again and took down the cigarette end between his lips. He said, "Su Xiang, what do you think I want to do?"

Su Xiang grabbed his clothes with his fingers and raised his hand.

——Yes, I want to ask, what do you give me your shirt for?

Fu Hanchuan coughed softly, scratched the tip of his nose with his little finger, and said uneasily, "your clothes have been thrown away. Wear mine first."

Su Xiang was stunned. What did he just say and threw away all her clothes?

Then she remembered that there seemed to be something wrong when she washed just now. Now when I think about it, all the toothbrushes and towels she left here are gone. But those were consumables. She didn't use them for a long time. He might as well throw them down.

But he didn't leave any of her clothes. Did he even ask her to come back?

She caught several folds in her shirt. Su Xiang endured it and decided to change his clothes first.

Coming out of the bathroom again, Su Xiang went straight to the door.

"Where are you going?" Fu Hanchuan thought she was going to sleep, but he saw the little woman shaking her two white legs and walking out.

His shirt was worn on her, almost to her knee. His long sleeve was folded several times to her elbow. Fu Hanchuan's thick eyebrow was picked a little. The picture felt very good.

I didn't feel anything when I saw her in the movie, but when I saw her wearing his clothes, I felt... Well, very comfortable.

Su Xiang loosened his hand on the doorknob and turned his head to gesture.

——Go to sleep next door.

She only promised to stay for the night. Did he think she would sleep with him again?

What happened before was a mistake, and then she had to promise not to make another mistake.

After su Xiang's gesture, he twisted the door handle and went out.

Fu Hanchuan's stunned little woman disappeared in his sight, took a sip with a cigarette end, narrowed her eyes slightly, and didn't catch up again.

Sleep in one room and finish the second half of the night.

In the morning, Su Xiang was sleepy and felt his nose itchy and wanted to sneeze.

Su Xiang couldn't hold back. He sneezed and heard the baby giggling in his ear.

Su Xiang opened his eyes and saw Fu Ying lying by the bed, holding a small flower in his fat little hand.

The petals were still carrying the raindrops of last night. His little hand moved and the drops of water fell on her face. It was cool and made her completely awake.

It's not a dream. It's really her baby pimple.

Su Xiang opened his lips and carried the little guy to the bed with his hands.

Fu Ying lay on her: "Ma Ma, Hua Hua."

He put the little flower picked by the roadside in her hair, smiled and bent his eyebrows. He kissed her with a small mouth. Her face was full of saliva and said sweetly: "numb, drift..."

Su Xiang pinches his son's tender face. The little guy's sweet mouth is certainly not like her or Fu Hanchuan.

The Fu family didn't coax people so much.

——Who taught you?

Fu Ying rubbed her face and said, "sister shadow."

Su Xiang frowned slightly. Where's the shadow sister? Maybe he met in some class.

At this time, Fu Hanchuan stood at the door and looked at the mother and son who had become a group. His eyes softened.

When Su Xiang looked at him, the man's eyes closed and suddenly became the cold and expensive Fu Hanchuan.

He came in, put a big bag of things in his hand next to her and said, "get up, breakfast is going to be cold."

Su Xiang took the bag and looked at it. In addition to toiletries, there were several bottles of skin care products.

Early in the morning, I bought it at the 24-hour convenience store.

Su Xiang took a look at his back and put his son down first and went into the bathroom to wash.

The little guy hadn't seen Su Xiang for a long time and followed her in like an asshole. When Su Xiang brushed his teeth, he grabbed her by the corner of her clothes.

"Ma Ma, Ma Ma, win, and be Ma Ma when you grow up..."

Su Xiang was full of bubbles and looked down at his son.

Even if it's childish, it's weird to say so.

——Son, you're a boy. You can't be a mother.

Who taught him this? Is it also the shadow sister?

Fu Yingcai didn't care. He said with milk: "there is a long vacation to do Ma Ma. Baba has been working. Without vacation, I can't play, so I want to do Ma Ma."

Although the little guy's words were messy, Su Xiang still understood them.

Before she left Fu's house and told him she was on vacation. Unexpectedly, Fu Ying thought she was on vacation.

Su Xiang wanted to laugh for his son's innocence and cry for his helplessness.

Su Xiang rinsed his mouth and watched the water wash all the foam.

Somehow, what Mrs. Zhuoya said to her suddenly appeared in her mind.

She said that children have no memory until they are four years old.

Now, Fu Ying still remembers her. She is still a sweet baby and likes to stick to her. After a long time, he is becoming more and more sensible and knows more and more people. She is no longer his most important mother.

Fu Hanchuan walked into the room with the new clothes sent by the boutique. When he turned and passed the bathroom, he saw Su Xiang staring at the pool and whispered, "what are you thinking?"

The sudden sound of a man's voice made Su Xiang come back to her senses. She shook her head and threw a handful of water on her face.

Fu Hanchuan looked at her and took his son out first.

When Su Xiang came out after washing, he saw a brand-new dress on the bed. She seemed to hear a voice outside just now. He should have sent it.

Change clothes and go out for breakfast. Everything seems to go back to the past. The family eats around a table.

Fu Ying is used to eating by himself, but when he sees Su Xiang coming out, he coquettishly asks her to feed.

When Fu Hanchuan went to pick up Fu Ying for breakfast, he bought it on the way. What's more amazing is that there is a crystal vase on the table with a bunch of flowers on it.

Su Xiang thought that the flowers Fu Ying gave her in the morning were picked by the roadside. It turned out to be from here.

Su Xiang looked at Fu Hanchuan. The man didn't lift his eyes. He drank porridge gracefully.

Su Xiang lowered his eyelids and fed the cooled lean meat porridge to his son.

At this time, Fu Hanchuan picked up a paper towel to wipe his mouth and said, "you said you wanted to take him to the Strawberry Garden?"

He does remember.

Su Xiang nodded. She had planned to pick strawberries first and make a birthday cake after dinner.

The man stood up and went out of the room. When he came out again, he saw him wearing casual clothes. Su Xiang was stunned. You know, he never wore casual clothes before, but straight suits with shiny leather shoes.

Fu Hanchuan looked at her, "are you ready?"

Su Xiang's eyes widened slightly. Today is not a weekend. Won't he go to the company?

Fu Hanchuan guessed what she was thinking from her expression and said faintly, "Qiao Shen can deal with it."

Just this simple sentence, even if it answered Su Xiang's question.

But what Su Xiang didn't know was that after she went back to the second bedroom to sleep last night, Fu Hanchuan went to the study and did everything today. Unless it was urgent, other Qiao Shen could deal with it.

In the Strawberry Garden, Su Xiang squatted on the ridge to pick strawberries. From time to time, he looked at the man sitting in the shed drinking tea. He always thought he was a little strange.

It's strange for people who have been working in the study all Sunday to sit in the countryside drinking tea and watching the scenery.

……

In the Fu Building, Mrs. Zhuoya attended the morning board meeting, and then went to Fu Hanchuan's office.

What did he say to Chang Yan when he sent Fu Ying to the old house yesterday, which made her cry all night and said she was going back.

Early in the morning, the servant said that he took Fu Ying back without even showing his face.

I don't know what he's thinking. Chang Yan puts down her reserve at a girl's house and thinks about him, but he doesn't even look at it.

Mrs. Zhuoya was angry at the thought that they had made no progress for so many days.

However, her son seems to be in marriage. Except for Lu Weiqi's proposal a few years ago, he hasn't taken any initiative since then. He is neither cold nor hot to women.

Even the mute was stuffed hard, but he became a dog skin plaster that he couldn't get rid of. Fortunately, he got rid of it in the end.

But... It's not necessarily because of these frustrations that he lost interest in women. Has he never felt about Chang Yan?

Or are you still obsessed with that mute?

At the thought of this great possibility, Mrs. Zhuoya was even more angry.

Walking towards Fu Hanchuan's office, Qiao Shen saw Mrs. Zhuoya coming and hurried forward and said, "madam, are you looking for president Fu?"

Mrs. Zhuoya said faintly, "I haven't seen him attend the meeting in the morning. Haven't you come to work yet?"

Although this meeting is not very important, he just pulled back a city from Qi Lingyang, so he should keep it well, and the company won't come. What are you doing!

According to Fu Hanchuan's instructions, Qiao Shen respectfully said, "President Fu explained all his work last night. He said he wouldn't come to attend a friend's wedding today."

Mrs. Zhuoya frowned: "wedding?"

Fu Hanchuan's friends are basically prominent figures in Beicheng. It's impossible that she hasn't heard anything here, but after all, it's already a world of young people. When she left Beicheng, there are any friends she doesn't know. Mrs. Zhuoya didn't get suspicious anymore and turned and went out.

After a few steps, she felt something wrong in her heart. He came to pick Fu Ying up early in the morning, just to attend a friend's wedding?

……

The more leisurely Fu Hanchuan was, the more sorry Su Xiang felt.

The heart is also more and more heavy. Does he say life and death? Is he sitting here waiting for death?

During the break, she went to drink water and said in a voice, "you'd better go to work in the company. I can take Fu Ying with me."

The man glanced at her and said coldly, "it's convenient for you to run away with my son?"

Su Xiang was speechless and said in a voice, "who asked you to give mother song a holiday."

If song's mother is here, I won't bother him to stare at him in person.

I don't know what he's thinking, and he's still in the mood to stay here. According to his temper, he can make a way even when he's alive and dead?

Back from the Strawberry Garden, I had lunch in the Chinese restaurant on the way. At noon, Su Xiang coaxed Fu Ying to sleep, and then began to make cakes.

The dough was made before going out in the morning. Now just take it out and knead it, put it in the oven, and then beat cream and other chores.

She worked alone in the kitchen, and Fu Hanchuan didn't know what he was doing in the living room. It was quiet outside. Su Xiang went to the door and looked out. The man in the living room was gone. Su Xiang thought he might go to work in the study again.

After a long time, Su Xiang finished more than half of her cake alone. When she was only the last step, she went to Fu Ying's room to wake him up.

When he opened his door, Su Xiang was stunned.

Fu Hanchuan didn't know when he went in. The tall man slept on Fu Ying's small bed and was almost occupied by him. The little guy pursed his small ass and smeared her lipstick on his face.

He didn't even wake up.

Su Xiang opened his mouth. He didn't know whether to wake him up or keep him asleep.

But... The corners of her lips were slightly tilted up, and she felt that such a picture was very loving.

Finally, she held back her smile, went in and took her son out.

The little guy is so naughty. I don't know when he got her lipstick.

Su Xiang took the blame on his little nose, and Fu won to turn his eyes. He did not know that he was in trouble. He put up his lipstick in his little hands and painted it on her face with enthusiasm.

Su Xiang's head flashed back. She didn't want him to harm her face.

The cake was only half cut strawberries. Su Xiang's hand-in-hand teacher Fu Ying pasted strawberries on the cream. The little guy was happy. Su Xiang was about to take a picture as a souvenir when he saw that the little guy's head sank and his small face rushed on the cake.

Fortunately, Su Xiang was quick and grabbed his suspenders in time, but the little guy's nose was still stained with cream and a concave piece in the middle of the cake.

Fu Hanchuan woke up and came out with a face. Su Xiang couldn't help laughing when he looked up and saw him.

Just now he didn't feel so funny when he fell asleep, but now he has a paralyzed face, coupled with the flaming red lips painted by Fu Ying, which makes Su Xiang laugh angrily.

Fu Hanchuan twisted his eyebrows. The woman didn't laugh. He raised his hand and touched his face. He saw a touch of rouge on his fingertips and suddenly the green veins on his forehead jumped down.

The dead woman made a fool of him while he was sleeping!

However, he did sleep a little heavier today. He used to seldom take a nap. Now he is more relaxed than usual. He didn't notice it at all.

Looking at the woman squatting on the ground laughing with her stomach, Fu Hanchuan walked over and pinched a handful of salt in the salt jar. When she opened her mouth, her fingers quickly stuffed into her mouth. Su Xiang couldn't laugh. All his eyebrows and eyes were crowded together. Bah bah spit out his tongue and open the faucet to gargle.

The little guy who did bad things didn't know that his mother was thundering for him. He only knew to roll on the ground with a smile.

The man looked at Su Xiang's embarrassment and went to the bathroom to wash his face.

At this time, the doorbell rang twice. Su Xiang thought that song's mother was back, so she went to open the door. As soon as she opened the door, she was stunned and couldn't help but step back.

Mrs. Zhuoya was even more stunned. She pricked her whole body and looked at Su Xiang like a poisonous snake and beast: "how could you be here!"

This is the Fu family. Who allowed her to come in!

Fu Hanchuan heard the voice outside and came out. He saw two women standing face to face. He said in a deep voice, "Su Xiang has come to celebrate Fu Ying's birthday."

Fu Ying looks at the angry Mrs. Zhuoya and calls grandma timidly.

"Grandma, cake."

The little guy took Mrs. Zhuoya's hand and went to the kitchen. There was a strawberry cake in the middle of the cleaned flow table, next to a candle that had not been lit in time.

"A cake made of hemp can be made if you win."

Fu Ying tried to stand on tiptoe with his little hand on the table. His dark eyes looked at the round cake, and his little face looked very excited.

Mrs. Zhuoya glared at Su Xiang. Looking at Fu Ying's face, she was angry at this time.

Su Xiang stood aside silently without any expression.

Mrs. Zhuoya went over and said, "come out."

With that, she went out of the kitchen first, and Su Xiang followed.

Mrs. Zhuoya looked at Su Xiang. Every word seemed to bite hard from her teeth. She said, "get out of here after this birthday!"

"Don't harm him again!"

It goes without saying who he refers to.

What Mrs. Zhuoya was most afraid of was that Fu Hanchuan provoked the woman back again. She really came to whatever she was afraid of.

She looked at Fu Hanchuan with fierce eyes and scolded him: "you really have a good scar and forget the pain. It's disappointing for me!"

Mrs. Zhuoya has been cold and stubborn all her life. At this time, when she looked at Fu Hanchuan, she was not only strict and disappointed, but also extremely sad.

In the first half of her life, she worked hard for her husband and her future for her son, but she suffered repeated betrayals.

Mrs. Zhuoya glanced disappointed at Fu Hanchuan and turned to leave the room.

Her straight back bent slightly at this time, holding the wall on one side to the elevator, and her sonorous and powerful steps became slow.

Fu Hanchuan looked at his mother's figure gradually disappearing, pinched his drooping fingers, and closed his eyebrows deeply.

Su Xiang glanced at him, turned and walked silently to the kitchen.

In the elevator, Mrs. Zhuoya hasn't slowed down from the blow.

She forced herself on the handrail, and the green veins on the back of her hand bulged out.

I lied to that woman and didn't even go to the company

Knowing her son's mother, she guessed what Fu Hanchuan was going to do.

However, how could he suddenly change? Not to win his father's trust again, has he been cruel to push the woman to Qi Lingyang?

But for whatever reason

A pair of fierce eyes reflected on the bright steel plate. Mrs. Zhuoya took a deep breath, and a cold light flashed at the end of her eyes.

Because of the sudden arrival of Mrs. Zhuoya, the last happiest moment was greatly reduced.

Su Xiang brought out the cake on the table, lit candles, sang happy birthday songs and ate the cake. Everything turned into silent joy.

Su Xiang smiled reluctantly at Fu Ying. After eating, she held her son on her lap and said in a voice: "son, mom is not on holiday now. My mother is at school and the teacher is very strict, so my mother can't come to see you often. " Su Xiang had to tell another lie. He didn't know when the lie would be broken. She looked up at Fu Hanchuan and silently told him: see, it's too difficult to come back... When Su Xiang left, Fu Hanchuan didn't send her. When she walked out of the door, Fu Ying, who had just coaxed her to sleep, ran out and cried not to let her go. Such a small child, who cares, only knows that he doesn't want to separate from his mother. Fu Hanchuan has to hold him forcibly. Su Xiang can only turn around with tears when looking at his crying son. After getting on the bus, Su Xiang held the steering wheel and lay on it crying. The next cell phone rang again and again. She didn't pick it up. When she had cried enough, the bell had already stopped. It was not until she returned to Chawan, washed and lay ready for bed that she saw a strange call on her mobile phone and a message from this strange number. This novel has been translated by www.novelhall.com and if you are reading this somewhere, they have stolen our translation.