Chapter 191

This time, Su Xiang quickly lowered his head, never gave both sides a chance to look at each other, and untied his seat belt.

After getting off the bus, Su Xiang lifted his feet and walked forward. He didn't mean to enter the private cinema in front of him.

Here, she came with him.

Fu Hanchuan's long legs easily caught up with her and blocked in front of her.

Standing face to face, Su Xiang said, "I don't want to see a movie. I have to go back."

After that, she bypassed him and tried to stop the car by the side of the road. Fu Hanchuan glanced at her and did not stop her. His fingers randomly copied into the windbreaker pocket.

He is tall and stylish. He is dressed in black windbreaker and black suit. When he stops at the roadside, he is a scenic spot. Even at night, he also attracts people's attention.

But he didn't care. He looked at the road with light eyes, and then bowed his head and lit a cigarette.

The orange spark was shining by the wind, and the smoke was blown away before it rose.

With smoke between his slender fingertips, he looked at Su Xiang and saw her shivering in the wind.

When Su Xiang came out of the hotel, he should have driven back to Xiangyuan. Even if he hadn't arrived home at this time, at least he was in a warm car.

She glared at the man angrily and smoked to death.

Fu Hanchuan saw her resentful eyes, slightly hooked the corners of his lips, took a sip of smoke with his thin lips, spit out a mouthful of smoke, and his black eyes flashed a light joking light.

Su Xiang wrapped his coat, shrunk his neck and turned hard. He didn't want to see him anymore.

After waiting for a while, Su Xiang didn't see the car coming. He was so cold that he couldn't stand it. He sucked his nose and buried his head forward. He planned to wait for the car while walking.

He followed her slowly behind him, and bursts of wind blew his smoke.

Pattering footsteps, Su Xiang was more and more upset. Her footsteps suddenly turned around: "will you let me go?"

"I don't want to have a little relationship with you. I don't want to be scolded by people poking at my spine. I don't want to be thought that the only thing I su Xiang is doing in my life is how to hook y you!"

The oncoming wind scattered her hair, and her white face became whiter in the night. Even her expression became more vivid against the black background, and tore her calm mask.

Fu Hanchuan looked at her and said faintly, "let it out and feel comfortable?"

In the hotel box, she held her breath. She pretended to be decent and generous, said scene words, secretly antagonized Mrs. Zhuoya, and was calm.

And now Su Xiang, who is noisy and angry, is the one.

Su Xiang was stunned, as if her anger was just playing a child's temper.

She pulled her hair behind her ears, took a deep breath and said, "Fu Hanchuan, I'm not losing my temper."

"Yes, I was married to your Fu family before. I have to be angry. But now, I don't have to. "

"I'm pursuing a better life. I don't want to go back to the past!"

Su Xiang's eyes were slightly red. Every time she gets on with him, her life will become a mess. She is always being scolded. Every time something comes out, she is the first one to be pulled out and stabbed at her spine.

Even if she made a clarification, words like "unscrupulous" and "climb high" have always been around her.

In the eyes of those people, she is not even a "beauty", but a full "disaster".

In the eyes of those people, even breathing the air under the same sky with him was her fault.

"Didn't you see how she humiliated me?"

"Fu Hanchuan, you are so high up, why do you have to make trouble with me? Why do you have to ask me, a woman who is not worthy of you!"

Fu Hanchuan pursed his thin lips and walked forward two steps until he came to her.

Compared with Su Xiang's excitement, his expression seemed indifferent. He looked down at her and said, "I said, you are the one who started the game. At the end, you can't help it. It's impossible for you to pull s out. "

He said cruel words, put his palm on her back and brought her into his chest with a little force.

When her forehead rested on his chest, he looked up at the night sky.

The bright moon shines in the sky, and the moonlight is cold.

This point on his chest pressed his strength, calming his heartbeat. Somewhere at the tip of his heart, he felt a little sour.

"Su Xiang, if you enter my name Fu Hanchuan, you will never escape..."

"Heaven and earth, you are my Fu Hanchuan's woman. No matter how painful it is, you can't get rid of it."

"You provoked me first..."

"You can only bear everything..."

Sentence by sentence, she dropped low from her head, like a hammer. Hammer by hammer, it fell on her heart, like nailing down an iron rod, enclosing her heart in a cage.

Su Xiang grabbed the clothes on his chest and sobbed. His arms were more closed. He wrapped her around his chest and tightened her inch by inch, as if he were going to rub her into the bone.

……

In the cinema, it's still a small bag hall.

On the round couple seat, there is a man and a woman. The glass tea table in front is equipped with the COD set meal just delivered.

There is an old-fashioned film, Hong Kong comedy, which is said to gather the most popular Xiaosheng Huadan of that era, but the two people sitting on the sofa didn't smile.

The man pulled the plate of COD to the woman, cut a piece and sent it to the woman's lips and said, "do you want to feed it?"

Su Xiang glanced at him, grabbed a fork from his hand and ate it himself.

Fu Hanchuan leaned over, his arm on one side of the armrest, watching her eat. He said: "you didn't eat anything in the hotel before. Don't think you can't eat enough with me. People thought I couldn't afford you. "

It seems that as long as they come out for dinner, they have no beginning or end. Every time they reach half of the time, they will break up unhappily.

Su Xiang chewed the tender cod meat without saying anything.

She ate quickly, and soon the set meal was gone.

She took a paper towel, wiped her lips and drank lemonade.

The cinema has sufficient heating. After eating and drinking, the body is warm, and the closed environment also leaves their breath here. In every breath he breathed, there was a faint smell of smoke on his body.

Every character in the film seems exaggerated and jumping. If there is no that person, she may laugh and feel better.

As soon as I turned around, I saw the man leaning on the sofa, closing his eyes as if he were asleep. In the air was his steady breathing.

Su Xiang was stunned. Could he even fall asleep?

It seems that in the past, when they came here, he just slept quietly for a while.

She looked at his slightly wrinkled eyebrows. Fu Hanchuan was in a high position. At the end of each year, he was busiest.

Su Xiang slightly pursed his lower lip and stood up lightly to leave. Just as she squatted and stood, the man's cool voice suddenly sounded: "where are you going?"

Su Xiang looked back at him. The color of the screen fell on his face. His face was expressionless and didn't feel interesting at all. His eyes were clear. There was no trace of just waking up. He was just refreshing.

"I really should go back," she said

The man sat up and looked at her up and down.

In the past, when they came here, they would change into comfortable and soft robes to relax. This time, Su Xiang didn't move at all. There was no less from the inside to the outside, and they could leave at any time.

Fu Hanchuan was silent. His thin lips showed his displeasure, but he didn't take any action.

Su Xiang said nothing more and raised his feet to the door.

When the door closed, there was only a man left in the bag hall.

The light of the film screen was projected on his face. His face was gloomy, and his palm on his knee slowly grasped it.

Outside, Su Xiang stood on the steps and the cool wind blew the warmth brought out from the package hall.

Her shoulders dropped slightly, and there was an unspeakable sense of suffocation in her heart.

Without looking back, she picked up her steps and walked slowly down the steps.

A taxi stopped by the side of the road. A couple came out of the car and walked inside, talking and laughing. Su Xiang just sat in.

The driver looked at her in the rearview mirror and said, "where are you going?"

Su Xiang looked sideways and drew back her sight from the direction of the cinema. She said, "Huainan Road, Shengxi hotel."

Go back there and drive back to Xiangyuan.

The wheels rolled and the scene moved.

Su Xiang leaned against the back seat and passed the place where he pressed her recklessly. Those words rang in his head again.

She tightened her fingers and shook her head with force. She sat on the side and waved her hand at will. She touched something. When she picked it up, it was a heart stacked with 100 yuan notes.

These days, there are still people courting in this old-fashioned way.

Su Xiang looked back. It was probably left by the couple just now.

Instead of asking the driver to turn the car back, she put her heart back.

If the next passenger has a heart, he may get the heart. If it's a couple, it's even better.

It can also be regarded as a love relay.

When he got out of the car, the hotel in front of him was brightly lit. At this time, Xiao Deng should have arranged for the Youth League to go back.

Su Xiang put her hands in her pockets and walked slowly to the parking lot. She was alone. The sound of footsteps seemed to be magnified many times in the open space.

At this time, a low, cold voice sounded on her side.

"How did you get back and where did you go?"

Su Xiang stepped down, turned his head and saw Qi Lingyang standing by the car looking at her.

Su Xiang's heart shrank suddenly and turned to look at the taxi that was about to disappear in the night.

In such a short time, Qi Lingyang had come to her. His gentle eyes fell on her face and seemed to be examining every inch of her skin.

Su Xiang said, "why did you come all of a sudden?"

Qi Lingyang said, "Xiao Deng said he couldn't find you. He called me for fear of an accident."

Calm words, but his voice was repressed with a trace of panic.

When Su Xiang was dragged away by Pei Xian to see Fu Hanchuan, she didn't have time to say anything to Xiao Deng. After that, Mrs. Zhuoya suddenly came over again. A series of things came down, which led Su Xiang not to call Xiao Deng.

Tonight's banquet is mixed again. On this occasion, Xiao Deng naturally becomes very vigilant. She hadn't seen Su Xiang come back for a long time. She asked Peixian. He fooled him with ha ha. Until the end of the show, Xiao Deng didn't see Su Xiang. In a hurry, she called Qi Lingyang.

Su Xiang looked at those gentle eyes and pulled it sadly in his heart.

She squeezed a smile and said, "it's nothing. I went out for a while."

"What's up?"

Su Xiang pursed his lips and smiled slowly. Finally, the corners of his lips barely bent and his eyelids dropped.

Qi Lingyang saw her face and knew what it was.

The hanging hands on the side of the body held them one by one.

In the name of the celebration party, Fu Hanchuan created an opportunity to forcibly meet her!

Su Xiang hung his eyes and could not see his expression, but saw his fingers. She whispered, "Qi Lingyang, nothing happened."

Her finger gently touched his raised fist bone: "nothing..."

Just, the man said some rude words and gave a suffocating hug.

Her throat rolled up and down, and her heart tried to calm down.

No matter how painful and difficult it is, she doesn't want to go back and live a life without dignity.

No matter how difficult the road is, she can always go on.

Qi Lingyang's whole body was tight and his anger ran up. He wanted to fight with the man and warned him not to provoke Su Xiang again. He felt a little cool on the back of his stretched hand and brushed it gently. He lowered his eyelids and saw a section of her fingers half closed in her sleeve. The fire in his heart strangely went out.

Her fingertips were cool and not warm.

Qi Lingyang loosened his palm and held her when she retracted her hand.

Wen Liang's palm was in his palm. His eyebrows frowned and said, "why is it so cold?"

Su Xiang sneezed, shook his head and said, "it's too cold."

There was still a way from the parking lot. Qi Lingyang frowned at her and took off his coat to wrap it around her: "don't worry about the car. Just let the hotel drive back tomorrow."

He took her to his car and raised the temperature in the car.

When he returned to Xiangyuan garden, he cooked the cold expelling soup himself and watched her drink it, so he was relieved.

Su Xiang looked at him busy and said, "leave me alone. I can take care of myself."

Pearl woke up. She didn't know when she ran out of the room and sat bleary eyed on the stairs. As soon as they looked up, they saw the little girl sitting there and looking at them.

Su Xiang put down the water cup and went to her: "Pearl, why did you wake up?"

When Pearl saw Su Xiang approaching, she obediently opened her little hand and hugged her. Her chin was on her shoulder: "numb, want to..."

Su Xiang is busy these days. She doesn't hold her much. The little girl misses her. She wakes up when she hears the voice downstairs.

She looked at Qi Lingyang and grabbed him with her fingers open, as if she wanted to hold him in her hand: "Baba..."

Qi Lingyang's expression was always subtle, as if he was stretching something. When he saw pearl calling him, his unhappy mood completely relaxed and walked over.

Pearl saw her parents around and smiled. Her small face showed two small pear vortices. She kissed this and that, showing the tenderness of her little cotton padded jacket.

It has been a long time since Qi Lingyang moved out of Xiangyuan.

Qi Lingyang looked at Su Xiang holding his daughter. Only at this time can his heart really be put down.

She still belongs here.

After teasing pearl for a while, Su Xiang sent her back to her room. Pearl still refused to sleep. She grabbed an adult's finger in one hand and Qi Lingyang held her to tell a story. She slowly fell asleep.

After sending Qi Lingyang away, the whole house was quiet.

The final choreography had already been prepared, and the last was not finished. Su Xiang was sleepless at this time, so he went to the studio to finish the final. Just as she finished her last stroke and was about to finish work, she suddenly had a sharp pain in her chest, which made her back arch up.

The pain came and went quickly. Su Xiang covered his chest and suddenly felt a kind of uneasiness in his heart.

A pair of cold eyes crossed his head, and a low voice sounded: no matter how painful, you can't get rid of it

……

Chang Yan's car stopped not far from the private cinema. She saw Fu Hanchuan's strong hug on the road and he entered the cinema with Su Xiang.

In the hotel, Fu Hanchuan's cold war made zhuoyafu popular. At that time, Chang Yan left the box with Mrs. Zhuoya.

Before the Party of those rich ladies was over, Mrs. Zhuoya was in a bad mood, so she asked the driver to drive over and go back. Chang Yan made an excuse to say hello to the ladies before leaving and stayed.

In the minute of the switch, she saw Fu Hanchuan come out of the box and go to the parking lot, and she saw everything.

She didn't know what they did in the half hour in the cinema.

She should have left here, but her stubbornness made her choose to keep it and wait for them to come out.

When she saw Su Xiang coming out alone, she should have left, but she still chose to stay. She wanted to know what kind of expression he had when he came out alone.

Fu Hanchuan didn't come out until all the films were screened. At this time, another hour had passed.

Chang Yan looked at the man standing on the steps lighting a cigarette, and her lips showed a bitter smile.

She is willing to accompany him, no matter when, no matter how long.

When Fu Hanchuan was in Baoting, he drank a lot of wine alone. When lighting a cigarette, the light was not right. His body shook slightly. He just felt that everything in front of him was shaking.

Even the moonlight in the sky was shaking.

Behind him was a wall. His body leaned back. At this time, he stretched out his hands and took his lighter. Click, the fire lit up again, and the woman's face looked soft in the light.

Fu Hanchuan squinted at her, and his mind full of wine became chaotic for a moment.

He looked ahead and then turned his head to the woman on his side.

The fire was shining, and the woman's glittering and translucent face was in front of her.

He raised his hand and suddenly held her hand: "you..."

A woman only feels that the back of her hand is hot because of the temperature on him. She was startled and her heart beat.

The flame of the lighter went out and the surroundings fell into darkness again.

Holding that hand, Fu Hanchuan closed his eyes and shook his head. When he opened it again, the figure was still there.

It's not the illusion of fire.

It's just that the figure has been shaking. He can't see clearly, can't see clearly

Fu Hanchuan stretched out his hand, held the woman's head and said, "don't move."

Chang Yan's face was held by him, and the whole face was stained with the hot temperature of his palm, and her skin turned red. Her eyes were slightly shy: "Han Chuan, what are you doing? Let go of me."

Although it was a cold winter night, it was the end of the year, and many people came and went on the road.

Chang Yan is not used to being held in public like this. She gently earns her head. The next second, she is hugged into a warm embrace.

The man had a drunken voice and said, "don't go..."

Chang Yan stood stunned. Half of her heart was hot and the other half was cold.

Her eyes warmed up, but her face was cold.

She is eager to be embraced by him, feel his temperature, feel his every strength, and clearly know that she is not the one who let him say don't go.

She was just the wrong person when he was drunk.

Chang Yan raised her arm rigidly, put it around his waist and whispered, "Han Chuan, you're drunk."

His shoulders sank, he felt his head on her shoulder, and his breath was full of wine.

At such a close distance, her neck can even feel the temperature on his cheek.

She looked at him sideways. Under her broad forehead, there were his eyebrows painted in thick ink, high bridge of nose, and those eyes that never had any temperature.

His eyes are always sharp, so that she dare not look at him for more than three seconds. Only at this time, she can be so close to him and look at him so recklessly.

And he was so relaxed at this time, didn't he... Did he take her as the woman?

Chang Yan blinked her sour eyes and pressed down the choking in her throat: "I... I'll take you back..."

She turned her head to look at the gate of the cinema next to her, and half helped the people in.

The receptionist saw her struggling to hold a drunk man and wanted to help him deliver him to the box, but she refused.

"No, I can."

It took her a lot of effort to get the man into the box.

This is a box full of romantic atmosphere, with flower walls and ceiling. The projection lamp in the middle of the ceiling creates the feeling of flower rain.

This box is also a large round lovers' seat, on which a pair of dolls are placed.

Chang Yan doesn't want to appreciate the romance here. She pulls down the dolls with one hand and places Fu Hanchuan on the sofa. A layer of sweat has risen on her back.

Fu Hanchuan opened his eyes slightly and looked at a piece of flowers on his head. He was stunned. Where is this?

Her eyes moved slightly, and she saw the woman in front take off her coat and show her slender and slim figure. He stood up with his heavy body. Chang Yan was sweating and just took off her coat. A pair of arms behind her suddenly hugged her. The man's mellow and low voice whispered in her ear: "Su Xiang..." the coat fell silently on the carpet. Chang Yan trembled her eyelashes and felt the man's temperature from behind close to her back. He hugged her tightly. It's just a dirty woman. Is it worth his thoughts? This novel has been translated by www.novelhall.com and if you are reading this somewhere, they have stolen our translation.