Chapter 255

Six or seven hours later, the plane landed in Belgium. The pick-up car took the people away and rushed to the local hospital immediately.

Most of the hospitals are foreigners. When they see the faces of Oriental people, they are still so handsome. They are as curious and eye-catching as those blonde men in China.

Under such attention, Fu Hanchuan went straight to the ward. Push the door in. Mrs. Zhuoya has just had an operation and is not awake at this time.

Fu Hanchuan sat by the side of the bed and looked at her bloodless face. In her black hair, a piece of white sprang from the root of her hair. It turned out that she was so old.

He picked up the comb. When sister Xia saw it, she stepped forward and whispered, "Mr. Fu, let me come."

Fu Hanchuan didn't speak. He just held the comb and took care of Mrs. Zhuoya's hair a little. She always pays attention to her image, and she doesn't allow herself to have any bad manners when she is ill.

Sister Xia pursed her lips. After holding it for a while, she couldn't help saying, "Sir, I wish you could come. Madam, although people are outside these days, they are suffering in their hearts. "

Fu Hanchuan silently looked at Mrs. Zhuoya, who was sleeping quietly. Without saying a word, he looked more cold and hard to get close to.

The Fu family looks resplendent. Everyone stands at the top and everyone is respectful to them when they go out, but what it really is is just like that sentence - it's very cold at the top.

After a while, Joe pushed the door in and said, "the hospital has been connected. You can take your wife back for treatment at any time."

At the beginning, Fu decided to get involved in tourism, which can develop so rapidly in just a few years, which is very important. After Fu Hanchuan took over Fu, he spliced the two parts of tourism and medical treatment. When he laid out the European market a few years ago, he connected foreign hospitals with the hospitals held by Fu to give customers more sense of security. This time, unexpectedly, Mrs. Zhuoya experienced it herself.

Of course, this can only be a small blessing in this case. Joe took a deep look at Mrs. Zhuoya. He was impressed that she was a strict and cold iron lady. He never thought that she would fall one day.

Fu Hanchuan nodded and said, "yes."

Joe saw that he was in a bad mood and didn't even want to say more. However, what should be said still needs to be said. He suggested: "Mr. Fu, I think it's better to let his wife rest here in the current form of Beicheng."

The so-called out of sight and out of mind, it's better to recuperate in a foreign country than to go back and face those public opinions. Her situation is really not suitable for further stimulation. As long as my wife doesn't see those news reports.

Fu Hanchuan's breath sank. When she was thinking about it, Mrs. Zhuoya heard Qiao Shen's suggestion and slowly opened her eyes. She said weakly, "no, go back..."

When sister Xia saw her wake up, she was surprised and said, "madam, you're awake!"

Qiao Shen called respectfully, and Fu Hanchuan looked at her: "Mom."

Mrs. Zhuoya nodded weakly, but she was a little excited. She hadn't heard him call her that for a long time. He quarreled several times and alienated again and again. When he fell ill, he was willing to shout.

Her eyes slowly turned around in the ward without much disappointment. She sneered and said to sister Xia, "go clean up and let's go back."

Fu Hanchuan frowned: "Mom, I think it's better to continue to recuperate here. I'll take care of things over there. Don't worry. "

Mrs. Zhuoya looked at him, slowly shook her head and looked at the ceiling for a long time. She relaxed her breath and said, "Hanchuan, has Fu been in chaos?"

“……”

"Are you embarrassed by them?"

“……”

Fu Hanchuan kept silent again and again. Qiao Shen thought that the directors surrounded him in the president's office to explain. He couldn't help but say something. Fu Hanchuan grabbed him.

Mrs. Zhuoya glanced at him and said, "I'm the one who got you into trouble. I shouldn't have left and let you clean up the mess for me. But now, I can't avoid it... "

Fu Hanchuan tightened his fingers on his knees and said calmly, "I said, I'll deal with it."

Mrs. Zhuoya ignored his words, but suddenly asked, "did he let you down?" This "he" refers to Fu Zhengnan.

Fu Hanchuan didn't respond, but Qiao was stunned. His wife is worthy of being his wife. In this case, he can still feel so clear about the company.

However, the position of president still belongs to Mr. Fu. However, what Mr. Fu said in front of the directors is tantamount to ignoring Mr. Fu, which is almost the same.

Looking at Joe's deep face, Mrs. Zhuoya guessed that she had almost guessed. She and Fu Zhengnan have been married for more than 30 years. Can she not know what kind of person he is?

How could he be willing to miss such a good opportunity.

Moreover, Fu is in a mess. Fu Hanchuan should have been in charge of the company, but now people appear in Belgium thousands of miles away. Can't it explain anything?

Mrs. Zhuoya glanced at Fu Hanchuan and said, "Hanchuan, as long as I'm here, he can't take your things away! If he belongs to your position, he can't move half a minute! "

With these words, she gasped, and her virtual sweat came out. Fu Hanchuan took the towel handed over by sister Xia and wiped it for her. His expressionless face could not see any emotion. His tone was still calm and self-contained. He said, "mother is still at ease to recover from illness, and don't worry about others."

Mrs. Zhuoya calmed down, frowned slightly and looked at him carefully. She felt that he was a little too calm. Does he really care about gain and loss, or does he want to stop arguing?

At the thought of this possibility, her face changed: "Hanchuan, you can't --"

At this time, Fu Hanchuan took back his towel, stood up, handed it to sister Xia, who was waiting, and then said faintly, "mother, everything... I have my own arrangements."

Mrs. Zhuoya was wondering what he wanted to do. What did he arrange?

Fu Hanchuan had turned his head to sister Xia, who dared not say a word, and said, "take good care of your wife."

Sister Xia quickly nodded and said, "Mr. Fu, I understand."

After Fu Hanchuan explained, he didn't stop much and took Qiao Shen to the door. Mrs. Zhuoya looked at his back and suddenly said, "Hanchuan, such a big Fu family, only our mother and son have one heart."

"That woman, I told you a long time ago that she came back to take revenge. Don't you understand?"

She didn't know what he was thinking, but she knew why he didn't want to say more. He just didn't want her to mention the woman. But these words, she must mention, also have to say.

"She has achieved her goal and wants to take all this back. Wake up!"

Three years ago, Qi Lingyang presented the prosperous Tang Dynasty with both hands and left as the successor of the Fu family. How could he be willing to give up? Just put it down for a while. She knew he would make a comeback! And that woman, she is not willing to be a chip, this is to take it back for Qi Lingyang!

Fu Hanchuan stopped talking and walked away again.

When the door closed, Mrs. Zhuoya gasped, looked up at the ceiling with red eyes and said intermittently: "I won't let my son... Lose everything like this... He can't think!"

……

In the night of Beicheng, thousands of lights are like stars.

In the apartment, Fu Zhengnan sat at the table and drank a few mouthfuls of pig belly chicken soup. Yu cangcang saw that the bottom of his bowl would be empty, so he took the bowl again, gave him another bowl and said, "is this soup delicious? It's rare to see you drink so much. "

Fu Zhengnan's face was heavy. It seemed that he was not addicted to a bowl of soup, but he said well and didn't want to say it all.

At his age, can't he know how to avoid being bothered by women? If you say you don't like it, she will be unhappy. If you pester you, you have to say yes. If you say you're thinking about something, you have to pester you about what you're thinking. This opening says why you're in a bad mood and don't play anymore. Therefore, it's better to deal with it simply.

But Yu cangcang is not an ordinary woman. He knows what he is thinking with a slight turn of his eyes. After handing over the soup bowl, she said, "I heard that Mrs. Zhuoya had an operation in the hospital. Don't you go and have a look?"

Fu Zhengnan took the spoon and hung a drop of soup at the bottom of the spoon. He lost his appetite. He put down the bowl, drew a paper towel, wiped his mouth and hands, threw it aside and said, "Fu is in a troubled time. Now it's messy. Where can he spare time?"

Yu cangcang looked at his dark face and drank soup with his eyelids down. For a time, there was only a slight sound made by the collision of dishes and chopsticks. After a while, she raised her eyelids and looked at Fu Zhengnan and said, "it's just a few articles. Fu only needs to wash a lot of manuscripts. Is it so serious?"

Fu Zhengnan looked at her and said, "what do you know?"

She's first-class in intelligence work, but those on the board are a good time to catch her. Fu Zhengnan's eyes flashed cold. He had fought in the mall for many years, but he smelled an unusual smell.

Yu cangcang was not angry when he was underestimated by the man. He bent his lips and said, "I want to know what to do. My hobby now is to make cakes, sell coffee, and cook a pot of soup to reward myself when I'm happy. If you're lucky, you can get a piece of me. "

Fu Zhengnan squinted at her and snorted and smiled. Yu cangcangcang winked at him. He snorted and smiled again. Seeing her obedient and flattering appearance, the turbid Qi in his heart finally went smoothly.

He waved, "come here."

Yu cangcang stood up and sat on his lap. Fu Zhengnan pinched her cheek and said, "you are a thing. I have to look at your face to drink a mouthful of soup..."

……

Seven or eight hours later, it was early morning in Beicheng, and the sky was blue.

That night, despite the thoughtful service of Yu cangcang, Fu Zhengnan didn't sleep very steadily and woke up early. He looked at the woman with her eyes on his chest and stroked her hair. Yu cangcang felt itchy. He opened his eyes and looked at him. He said vaguely, "why did you wake up so early..."

"Well, I can't sleep." Fu Zhengnan touched her round shoulder and frowned.

The last time Mrs. Zhuoya issued an apology announcement, some people would think they were going to divorce. This time, with the disclosure of those articles, everyone felt that Mrs. Zhuoya was immoral. When Mrs. Fu didn't deserve her position, Yu cangcangcang didn't say a word. You know, this is the best time for her to speak.

He opened his mouth and said, "Gosh, don't you say something?"

Yu cangcang's sleep was disturbed. He clapped his hand, turned over and said vaguely, "what are you talking about? I'm so tired. Don't disturb my sleep..."

Fu Zhengnan glanced at her, opened the quilt and got up. After washing, he left the apartment. At this time, Yu cangcang sat up and looked at the closed door. His eyes were clear.

What do you want her to say?

At this time, let them divorce and put her on the top? She can't do it, but... She knows her position. There's nothing behind her. When she sits in her position, she just becomes another target of public criticism.

If Fu Zhengnan divorces Mrs. Zhuoya at this time, it is a good strategy for self-protection, but at the same time, he also shoulders the responsibility of treachery and abandons the reputation of his hairy wife. At this time, she is in the upper position, which is not good, but there are many suspects.

When Fu Zhengnan returned to Fu's old house, it was already bright, and it was still far from work time. He didn't know why he wanted to go home at this time, as if he had gone back many years ago. At that time, he was still Mr. Fu in people's mouth. His family was happy and his career was smooth.

But beneath the surface is this indifferent home. He needed to maintain that appearance and could not spread adverse rumors, so he returned to the house before dawn every day.

Several servants of the old house followed Mrs. Zhuoya to Belgium. There were still some left here. They performed their duties scrupulously under the management of the housekeeper. When they saw Fu Zhengnan coming back early in the morning, they were stunned and said respectfully, "Mr. Fu."

Fu Zhengnan, um, walked into the room with an expressionless face. The more this time, the more people feel the extraordinary period. The servants behind them exchanged their eyes and whispered, "why is Mr. Dafu back?"

Inside, Fu Zhengnan just stepped into the gate, suddenly stepped down and turned his eyes to the restaurant.

There, Fu Hanchuan was sitting, eating breakfast slowly. Sister Xia of the old house is responsible for cooking. When she is away, Fu Hanchuan suddenly comes back. The housekeeper he hurriedly orders people to buy morning tea and snacks in Xinghua building.

Fu Zhengnan looked at him, frowned slightly, and said, "didn't you go to Belgium?"

As soon as he turned his steps, he walked towards the restaurant, opened his chair and sat down. The servant immediately put on the dishes and chopsticks. Father and son hadn't had breakfast together for many years.

Fu Hanchuan was drinking porridge, put down his spoon and said, "don't your father ask how your mother is?" He raised his head, his eyes covered with red blood, and showed fatigue under the running back and forth.

Fu Zhengnan took a crab meal bag, smelled the speech and paused with his fingers. "Are you dissatisfied with me?"

Fu Hanchuan stared at him. The father and son stuck together for a moment. Fu Zhengnan looked back and said, "the people over there will report her to me at any time."

Fu Hanchuan lowered his eyes and continued to eat breakfast. His voice was cold and said, "how could father come back at this time?"

Fu Zhengnan also ate slowly and said, "why, I still need to choose when I go back to my own place?"

Fu Hanchuan coldly hooked his lips, looked at him and said, "my father remembered that for so many years, my mother kept the air cold of this house alone. I feel sorry for her?"

"Or do the people who live in this house suddenly disappear and feel a little flustered?"

Fu Zhengnan's face sank, and his chopsticks slapped on the table: "Fu Hanchuan!"

Fu Hanchuan glanced at his fingers inches away from him in front of the table, lowered his eyelids and slowly took a sip of white porridge. A sneer floated on his face. He said, "my father wants to divorce her?"

For the first time in many years, he asked in front of him. For a moment, the silence in the room seemed to stop all time and space. Both of them sat without any movement, but they were particularly sensitive to each other's every move.

Fu Zhengnan frowned and looked up at him. His eyes were more cold. Fu Hanchuan slowly raised his eyes and said to him, "if you want a divorce, I won't stop it. But if this is the time, No. "

He won't let this man leave her when she is most helpless and down.

As the son of man, he will keep her last dignity.

……

Fu Hanchuan returned from Belgium and sat in the Fu family's old house for a moment. Unexpectedly, Fu Zhengnan would also pass by at that time. The father and son enjoyed a knife and sword breakfast together.

There are already morning people exercising in the small park on Guhua road. Fu Hanchuan returned from Fu's old house, drove through the road in the small park, glanced aside, and slowed down.

At this time, there are only three types of people who get up early, the elderly, children and young people who insist on exercise. Young people run on their shoulders, old people wear loose Tang costumes to play Tai Chi, and children stumble and run on the lawn. A peaceful state bathed in the morning light eases men's mood at the bottom of the valley.

In this, the woman sitting on the wooden bench appears abrupt.

The man glanced at it, and the car continued to drive forward. Suddenly, the car turned back and stopped.

The man looked at the woman's back, frowned, opened the door and walked down. The leather shoes were soft and rustling on the lawn. The just rising green was crushed under his sole. When his feet were raised, the grass tip straightened up unyielding, but it was a little crooked and formed a string of footprints. The footprints went towards the woman, and the man's low voice suddenly sounded, "Why are you here?" Su Xiang was startled when he heard the voice. Turning around, he saw Fu Hanchuan standing behind her with a face. Su Xiang was surprised to see him at this time, but he still sorted out his emotions and stood up and said, "I heard that Mrs. Zhuoya was ill, so I want Fu Ying to live with me for a while." After telling her about Mrs. Zhuoya, Su Xiang tossed around all night, woke up before dawn, and then couldn't sleep anymore. Mrs. Zhuoya fell ill and Fu was in chaos again. He probably didn't have much time and was not in the mood to take care of Fu Ying. He knew that he was unlikely to promise, but after thinking about it, she came over. But when I got here, I remembered that he should not have returned to Belgium, so I thought of waiting here. Fu Ying went to see him when he got up from school. Unexpectedly, he came back. After a period of silence, Su Xiang was flustered by his eyes. He thought he might have touched his scales again, bit the corner of his lip, and still planned to wait for his answer. Fu Hanchuan looked at her with a wooden face, bypassed half a bench and sat down next to her, looking at the front with a serious face. Su Xiang still stood straight, lowered his eyelids and looked at him. From a very close distance, he could see his dusty, green stubble on his chin, a slight oily light on his face and a tired face. However, his waist was still very straight and dignified. He didn't speak. He didn't even bother to refuse. Su Xiang said, "if you don't want to, forget it." Then she planned to leave. At this time, her wrist was suddenly pulled. Su Xiang was caught off guard and sat down. Before she could react, the man suddenly lay down, his body occupied most of the bench, his long legs hung at the other end, and his head pressed on her legs. Su Xiang was stunned. He looked down at the man and closed his eyelids, as if he was ready to sleep. What's the matter with... Su Xiang pushed him: "Why are you, get up -" the man's body didn't move. He didn't even move his eyelids, but said in a stuffy voice: "don't talk about moving again." Su Xiang stopped pushing him away and dropped his hand. But she was a little surprised. So, he would give Fu Ying to her to take care of? Fu Hanchuan's head rested on her soft and elastic legs. Her clothes had a faint fragrance of clothing care agent. It smelled very good. He closed his eyes and asked, "what brand?"“ Huh? " Su Xiang was so mindless that he didn't know what to answer. The man closed his eyelids and didn't say anything. Su Xiang looked at him. Closer, the fatigue on his face was more obvious. It probably passed all night and flew back immediately. The spring breeze was slightly cool. The man moved his body closer to her. The long and steady breath came, and the corners of his lips tilted slightly to show a relaxed state. Su Xiang could not move under his pressure, so he had to wait for him to wake up. The old people around are still playing Taijiquan. The children walk more steadily after falling on the grass several times. They are not rash. The running young people wear headphones, the sweat has wet their back clothes, and the sun is hanging higher and higher. Time passes little by little in this dynamic landscape until the old man stops boxing, the children are tired, and the young people jog home along the road. Su Xiang's legs were numb. He couldn't help but move. As soon as the man heard a long breath, Su Xiang looked at him: "wake up, my legs are numb." The man sat up, rubbed his neck with his fingers and leaned his back against the back of the chair. He turned his head and looked at Su Xiang and then looked ahead and said, "to be honest, are you worried about me? Fu Ying is just your excuse? " Su Xiang thought to roll his eyes and took a long breath: "where do you get your sense of self superiority?" Why don't you trust him? Fu Hanchuan seemed to laugh at himself. He hooked his lips, and Su Xiangmo said quietly, "don't you ask me, did I do it? Afterwards revenge? " Those people felt that she had enjoyed enough of their apology, saved her image, and then began to take real revenge on them to make them lose. Fu Hanchuan narrowed his eyes slightly and looked at the swing frame in front of him. At this time, there was a little girl on the swing, making a creaking sound“ This novel has been translated by www.novelhall.com and if you are reading this somewhere, they have stolen our translation