Chapter 246

Su Xiang smiled, his eyes fell on the box and looked forward to Fu Ying's expression.

Fu Ying put the gift box on the table and put his small hand on the ribbon. Peixian, who was not far away, looked at the many people here and rubbed over: "what are you doing?"

A slender arm hung in his arm. Su Xiang looked at it and was stunned. The woman smiled and said hello: "hello."

Although the woman smiled, she didn't know it was because her temperament was cold. The smile looked cold, but her voice was very nice.

Su Xiang remembers that Peixian and Dr. Qiao are a couple. I don't know what happened to them. I heard they broke up.

Could it be that he was also stunned? He went out to pick up his kung fu. Unexpectedly, Pei envied someone. He knows this woman. Now the booming singer Yan Ling, I think Pei Xian recommended her to Fu's tourism program. Now she is a goddess.

Could it be that they both scratched their forehead and glanced at Pei Xian strangely? Fortunately, Qiao Ying didn't come, otherwise... He thought about it. It seems that there are no other consequences. Both of them are cold. What else can they do.

However, it's not a serious party, but Fu Ying's birthday. Do you need to invite a female companion?

Could it be that she passed by slightly and whispered next to Su Xiang: "her name is Yan Ling, from Peixian company."

Su Xiang was impressed by this person. When Fu Hanchuan chose an image ambassador, she was also among them. When she fought with Lu weiqi, she also supported her on the Internet, so Su Xiang still had some good feelings for her.

Su Xiang nodded to Yan Ling, "I remember you."

Yan Ling smiled and stood quietly beside Pei Xian without saying much. Pei Xian lifted his chin to Fu Ying and said, "are you opening gifts?"

When the atmosphere was interrupted, Fu Ying shrunk his hand and turned to Pei and Mo: "Uncle Pei, uncle Mo, where's my birthday present?"

Could it be that he rolled his eyes angrily: "smelly boy, you can't have a look." Just like his stingy old man.

He turned to Su Xiang and said, "on the eighth day of August, my birthday, my brother wants the same."

Su Xiang was stunned and reluctantly said, "I'm afraid you can't use it at that time..."

Mo Feitong: "why can't you use it? Your eyes can." He didn't stop much and pointed forward, "the birthday party has begun. Let's go."

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It's getting dark. There are many employees working overtime in the Fu's building. A little light shines from the floor windows. What echoes is a series of street lights on the downstairs Road. The whole building seems to be shrouded in a layer of black velvet with a serious atmosphere.

The tree swayed in the wind. When Joe got off the bus, he looked back at the shaking branches behind him and sighed gently.

Today is the birthday of the young master of the Fu family, but the boss works overtime here. To put it mildly, it is to create a greater business empire as a gift. To put it mildly, it is to avoid someone.

Joe looked down at the lunch box in his hand. It was heaven and earth

In the president's office, Fu Hanchuan stared at the data on the computer screen and knocked on the laptop.

His white shirt sleeve was rolled to his elbow, the watch on his wrist was shining silver in the light, a cigarette was sandwiched between his slender fingers, and a column of solitary smoke curled up, looking busy.

He paused for a moment, as if confused by something. His eyes switched between the two computers. He habitually raised his hands. When his thin lips were slightly open, he was about to hold the cigarette holder, "cough..." he coughed twice, frowned and looked at the cigarette, frowning.

Qiao Shen just pushed the door in: "Mr. Fu, I brought dinner here. It's still hot now." The subtext is that you have to heat up when it's cold.

Fu Hanchuan looked up at him, put out his cigarette butts in the ashtray, stood up and sat down on the sofa. Qiao Shen had put the lunch box on the tea table and packed three dishes and one soup in the box. It looked delicious, but the people who ate had no appetite.

Fu Hanchuan picked up his chopsticks and put them down. Qiao looked deeply and said at the right time: "Mr. Fu, Fu Ying's birthday party should start at this time. If you want to go there, it's still time."

Fu Hanchuan glanced at him, stood up and walked back to the back of the desk. Qiao deeply looked down at the untouched meals and sighed again.

Fu Hanchuan took a cigarette out of the cigarette box and coughed again when he lit the fire. Qiao couldn't see it anymore. He boldly advised: "Mr. Fu, you'd better not smoke if you get angry these days."

Fu Hanchuan took a puff of smoke, and the white mist came out of his thin lips. He said faintly, "you should get off work first."

Joe saw that he looked cold and went on working again, so he had to retreat silently. These two days are the same, and he can't persuade anything.

Fu's work is endless. In addition, he has to deal with the aftermath for Mrs. Zhuoya, which makes the workload even heavier. If he still said it in the past, but now he just takes his work to vent, which makes people worry.

Qiao Shen gently closed the door, and his monotonous footsteps sounded in the corridor.

In the office, Fu Hanchuan pinched his forehead and looked at a large piece of glass in front of him with cold eyes. It was dark and steep outside the window. Every building was full of bright lights, but people felt lonely at a distance of close or far.

Fu Hanchuan sat there, puffing, his fingers on the table pressed on his mobile phone, gently clicking

In the suburban villa, because the party was held in the open air, a brazier was added around for heating, and Mars jumped out of the firewood. The fire was long and integrated with the surrounding black night.

At the beginning of the party, a lively song and dance troupe came out first. Several actors in doll clothes came to a song and dance drama. Did they not specially invite them to perform? Unfortunately, there were too few audiences and there were only a few staff in the villa. Fu Ying looked at the performance on the stage speechless. He had long stopped watching such childish things.

Fortunately, Lian Liang still gave face and talked happily with Fu Ying. Could it be that they both looked at the stage, turned their heads to the two people opposite, and then looked at Su Xiang. The toes under the table gently kicked her. Su Xiang turned his head. Could it be that they both winked at her and stood up and walked to a quiet place behind.

Su Xiang glanced at him and then stood up. Could it be that he stood in front of the pond with his hands in his pockets? As soon as Su Xiang passed, he said, "Fu Shao was very drunk the night before yesterday. Qiao Shen sent him to me. I've never seen him so drunk, as if he had died drunk. "

Su Xiang didn't expect him to mention that person, and didn't know how to interface, so he kept silent.

Could it be that Tong Pian looked at her, looked at her gloomy face, and was more sure that something had happened that day. He turned his head and said, "I heard that Su run was sent to the Qi family's old house. What's going on? Why not let him stay in the hospital? "

Su Xiang opened his lips and added, "I don't care if you didn't discuss with me, but I just feel strange. If you don't want to say it, forget it. "

Su Xiang said, "there's nothing you can't say about it. Qi Lingyang felt that he would send Su run to the old house. Uncle Qi was there for me to check things. "

"Check things?" Did Tong frown and turn to look at her, "you mean, about your voice?"

Su Xiang looked at the quiet pond in front. The pebbles were paved on the edge of the pond, and the landscape lights were embedded in the middle, giving off a white faint light. The wind blew out, and the water surface was covered with ripples like fish scales, just like her mood of precipitation. At this time, the sour and bitter taste came again.

"Hmm..." Su Xiang nodded his head and picked up his arm. Did he read it in any book? He said that when a person picks up his arm, he is subconsciously protecting himself, which is a self-defense mechanism.

On this early spring night, it was not clear whether she was cold or what kind of self-defense mechanism.

Could it be that he waved to a passing staff member, asked someone to get a charcoal basin, and brought two chairs. There were not only cushions but also blankets on the chairs. Could he sit up, touch two sweet potatoes from the bottom of the charcoal basin and put them on the edge of the charcoal basin? He asked Su Xiang to sit down, and asked, "so, what did you ask?"

Su Xiang wrapped the blanket around him, looked at the flames in the charcoal basin and said, "I know..."

She only said she knew, but didn't say the past. She didn't want to mention it again. Did she look at her: "very bad?"

Su Xiang said, "thank you, Mo Feitong." She turned her head and smiled at him, but could she see her bitterness in her eyes and wonder what had happened, but her words became another sentence.

He said, "put it down now that you find it out. It's no good knowing some secrets. "

"Yes......" Su Xiang sighed, stretched his legs and looked up at the sky. Mars crackled and rose up, but it extinguished its fire in mid air and could not last forever with those stars.

Could it be that he turned the sweet potato over with a poker and suddenly said, "Fu Shao... That day he told me to let me win Fu's birthday and he would work overtime in the company."

Su Xiangmo was silent and stretched out his hand to warm himself in front of the brazier. Did he turn his head to her and say, "it's really impossible for you and him?"

Su Xiang's hand was too close to the brazier. When her fingers were hot, she came back. She turned her head and looked at moffetong: "what did you say?"

Could it be that the way to avoid the problem was too low. He said, "forget it, your mind is too deep, and I can't ask anything. However, Fu Shao was really sad that day. "

"Su Xiang, I know you've always been tolerant and tolerant. When I did that to you, you could save me regardless of your life. To him, too... "

"I don't want to speak for him. After all, he found it himself. But Su Xiang, it's not easy. He's in the Fu family and in that position... He really wants to make up with you. Chang Yan has waited for him for so many years. He can be with her long ago, and there's no need to be so tired. "

Could it be that he took out a ball of things from his pocket and asked Su Xiang to stretch out his hand. Su Xiang spread out his palm. Could it be that he put things in her palm and said, "this is what I found on the ground, his things."

He patted her on the shoulder and stood up: "even if you are angry, you can let go of Mrs. Zhuoya and Chang Yan..." after saying this, he turned and left.

The rustle of footsteps stepping on the lawn behind him, Su Xiang looked at the thing in his hand with the light of fire. It was a group of crumpled paper. The golden light flashed, and there seemed to be withered petals in the middle.

Su Xiang unfolded the paper, 1314, and a rose petal.

Su Xiang silently looked at the thing, and his throat rolled down. When the wind blew, the charcoal fire blew vigorously. The golden light was more shining and dazzling. Su Xiang suddenly closed his palm, and the edges and corners of the card poked in the palm, as if it poked in her heart, which made her unable to calm down.

Not far away came a beautiful song. Yan Ling's song was passionate: "... Let / it / go, let / it / go, cant / hold / it / back / any / more..."

Fu Ying didn't know when he came over and stood in front of her and said, "what are you doing here?"

Su Xiang recovered and quickly pinched the paper ball and stuffed it back into her pocket. She smiled and said, "nothing. Are you going to cut the cake? "

Fu Ying glanced at her awkwardly and scratched her ear, as if holding back something. He finally said, "where is she?"

"Huh?"

Fu Ying glanced at the brazier and said, "that child."

"You say pearl. She's at her grandfather's house." Qi Haipeng now takes the Pearl every weekend. How close children need to be before they become more and more familiar. And Qi Haipeng now handed over the company to Qi Lingyang, happy to enjoy his family at home.

Su Xiang also thought about bringing the Pearl. It would be more lively for the two children to celebrate their birthday together. But on second thought, pearl is still small and can't live without people. This is Fu Ying's birthday party. The little guy may think that pearl has separated her attention, so he still let master Qi pick up people.

"This is a gift from sister pearl." Su Xiang took out a funny egg from his pocket. Fu Ying glanced at it, muttered, "I don't eat sugar."

But he still reached out and took the funny egg. Su Xiang touched his little head. In fact, Fu Ying took good care of the little sister when he was with pearl.

Fu Ying looked up at her, and his small face was uncomfortable again. Su Xiang looked at him funny and said, "do you want to say something to me?"

Fu Ying shrunk his head, dodged her hand, turned awkwardly, grabbed the poker and poked the sweet potato there. The sweet potato has been roasted. Fu Ying laboriously pulls it out. His last effort is a little strong. The sweet potato flies straight towards Su Xiang. Su Xiang instinctively raises his hand: "ah!"

Fu Ying panicked, lost his poker and ran over: "Mom, does it hurt?"

“……”

Looking up, he saw Su Xiang smiling at him: "is that what you want to say all night? Will you call me? "

Fu Ying didn't know whether he was smoked by fire or for some other reason. His little face was red, even his ears were red, and his little face was more uncomfortable. He hid her smiling eyes and grabbed her hand to see: "does it hurt?"

Su Xiang hugged him and wrapped him in a blanket. Then he stretched out his hand and shook it in front of him. "It's not hot. I lied to you."

Fu Ying shook his shoulder and tried to leave. Su Xiang held him again, let him sit on her lap and said, "Fu Ying, do you know, I've been waiting for you for a long time..."

Fu Ying obediently pillowed her chest, peeled his fingers and said slowly, "I just forgot how to call."

Su Xiang smiled and said, "it's easy now. Let's hear it again?"

Fu Ying jumped off her leg and ran to the busy place in front: "I'm going to cut the cake."

Wishing to cut the cake is the climax of the whole party. When the candle goes out, everyone plays and spreads the cake on Fu Ying's face. How lively it is here, how deserted the office of Fu's building is. There is no sound, only the clatter of the keyboard.

Fu Hanchuan held his elbow and pinched his eyebrows. He coughed again. The sudden ringing of his mobile phone broke the desolation.

He moved his eyes and picked up his mobile phone. Could it be that they both sent him a photo of Fu Ying and Su Xiang. They were both wearing birthday hats and holding cakes. The photo didn't have the slightest sense of layout and looked silly.

Make complaints about Fu Hanchuan's automatic speaking: "it's so ugly to have time to learn photography." He put his cell phone aside and continued to work, but his disturbed attention was confused. Within two seconds, he picked up his cell phone and opened it.

At this time, the mobile phone bell suddenly rang. Fu Hanchuan was startled. His finger slipped on the answer button. In the phone, did he ring with a lazy voice: "the party is coming to an end here. Do you come to pick up Fu Ying or do I send it to you?"

Fu Hanchuan stared at the computer screen and knocked with his other hand on the desktop. He said, "send it to Guhua road villa."

"OK, I see." Could it be that he hung up the phone without saying more, and it was very crisp.

When Fu Hanchuan was about to say something, the phone was hung up and choked there. Finally, it turned into two dry coughs. Click, Fu Hanchuan angrily threw his mobile phone on the file in the corner of the table and put his finger on the keyboard, but at the moment, his attention could not be found. The man took a deep breath, finally stood up, picked up his mobile phone, took off his coat hanging on the back of the chair and strode out. Those who are working hard in the building see the boss go out. Their tight body suddenly seems to be a relaxed bow string sitting on the chair. Then they jump up again, quickly clean up the desktop and shut down from work. In the suburban villa, the party was over, and the staff began to clean the site. Looking at Fu Ying, they joked, "Uncle Mo, I made this party for you. Is this gift big enough?" Which child's birthday has a professional song and dance troupe to cheer up and is still in such a big villa. You know, his venue is a special holy place for those powerful children to propose and marry. Fu Ying smiled and said, "Uncle Mo, when you are 60 years old, I will do better than this." Could it be that the child was Fu Hanchuan's seed and could say anything to thank him. He said, "for your mother's sake, I don't care about you." Here, talking and laughing, suddenly came the voice of greeting from the staff behind: "Mr. Fu."“ HMM... "Fu Hanchuan's voice was as indifferent as ever. Su Xiang tightened his heart and frowned. Didn't he say he wouldn't come? Fu Hanchuan walked up to Fu Ying with a straight face. When he passed Su Xiang, he didn't squint at her. Did he pick up the tip of the same eyebrow and say with a smile: "Fu Shao, my car is ready outside." Fu Hanchuan, with Fu Ying's schoolbag in his hand, glanced at him coldly and said, "I don't trust you after drinking." Could it be that he raised it with the same breath and felt that countless grass and mud horses galloped past in his heart. Such people deserve to be despised“ Let's go. " Fu Hanchuan glanced at Fu Ying. When he saw Lian Liang, he said, "I'll take you back." As soon as he opened his mouth, the man stepped forward and opened his legs. He didn't delay another minute or look. He went straight ahead. The two children looked at each other. Fu Yingxian followed him and even the good talent followed him. Behind them, the self owned staff took a lot of gifts to his car. Could it not be that they both turned their mouths and looked at the fart. It seemed that they were really busy managing all kinds of daily affairs. They put their faces on who to show. He looked at Su Xiang. Su Xiang looked elsewhere from beginning to end, as if she was enjoying the night scene. After they left, she pretended to enjoy the cluster of winter jasmine hanging from the rockery. Pei Xian stood aside and looked at everyone's reaction. He just slightly hooked his lips. Su Xiang said, "the party is over, and I should go back." Could it be the same way: "forget it, I'll find someone to take you back." Su Xiang drank a lot of wine at night because he was too happy. He didn't forget Su Xiang's driving level. The old Cooper can no longer stand a collision. Su Xiang sat in the back seat of the car and waved to moffetong and Peixian. After the car started, she looked down at the back of her hand, which was already red. At that time, I didn't feel much pain. At this time, I just felt hot. She gently stroked and just smiled. In another car, Fu Hanchuan looked at the car with his face stretched. Usually, the co driver seat Fu Ying often sat in was empty. Two children in the back row sat there to open the gift. When they got an indigo gift box, Lian Liang suddenly grabbed his hand: "this can't be opened." Fu Ying threw the box up and down: "is this your gift?" Lian Liang smiled: "you can only open it when you go home." Fu Ying put it on the empty seat behind him: "well... This should be uncle Pei's, then it depends on Uncle Pei's..." Fu Hanchuan looked at the small heads of the two children next to each other from the rearview mirror, and he felt more depressed. Why did he watch two little children playing here? It's so noisy. Back to Fu's villa, Fu Hanchuan put down his car key and sat on the sofa. Mother Song looked at Fu Ying who came in last. The gift in his hand was higher than others. This was only one part, and the other part remained in the car. Mother song hurriedly went up to help him catch it and put it on the table: "so many gifts..." Fu Ying took a small box from the table and went to Fu Hanchuan and said, "here, this is for you." Fu Hanchuan took it and opened it. There was a cake in it, and the word "Le" was completely retained on it. This novel has been translated by www.novelhall.com and if you are reading this somewhere, they have stolen our translation.