"Mr. Fu, I..."
Jin Yuxin still wants to open his mouth to say something for himself at the moment, but when the words come to his mouth, he can't speak anymore under his cold gaze.
A face burned like a fire.
In her life, she has never been so humiliated, nor has she been so rejected and humiliated.
It felt like two slaps on the left and right cheeks.
But compared with this, what she was more afraid of was Fu Hanchuan's eyes.
The body trembled slightly.
She seems to have really offended Fu Hanchuan.
But why?
At the beginning of Mingming, he was very satisfied with her project plan and invited her to dinner. How could he like the mute?
Jin Yuxin, who was always proud, was at a loss at this time, but when he saw Su Xiang's indifferent face, his heart was like a fire.
How could she be compared by a mute?
Hum, as Fu Hanchuan said just now, it was the people who watched her microblog, not her!
Jin Yuxin didn't dare to provoke Su Xiang in front of Fu Hanchuan at the moment, but the palm was almost punctured by his fingernails.
She turned to Mrs. Zhuoya for help. They were on the same front. What should she say for her.
But Mrs. Zhuoya did not look at her, but at her son. Her eyebrows wrinkled slightly, as if she wanted to see something from him.
"Madam..."
"Miss Jin, please avoid it first."
Mrs. Zhuoya opened her mouth lightly, but her tone showed that she could not refuse.
Just now she called her "Yuxin" affectionately. Now she suddenly became "Miss Jin". Jin Yuxin's face turned white, as if she understood something, and her body shook slightly.
Just because she lost face in front of those friends just now, will Mrs. Zhuoya give her up?
Of course she is not willing, but this time is not the time for her to show off.
Jin Yuxin had to hold on and said with a smile, "then have a good chat."
After Jin Yuxin left, there were only three adults standing at the table and a child who didn't know the world.
Su Xiang was still calm at this time with her watery eyes open. Her heart was beating violently in her chest and her brain was rumbling. She didn't even pay attention to what they said behind her and how Jin Yuxin left.
He can speak for her?
And in front of people?
It feels like it's going to rain red.
This shock, even Fu Hanchuan read her microblog, she ignored.
When Mrs. Zhuoya was defending Su Xiang at Fu Hanchuan's exit, she was also shocked. She looked at her son with a little anger in her eyes.
Knowing what Fu Hanchuan's move meant, she had to be vigilant.
"Han Chuan, do you know what you're doing?"
Fu Hanchuan looked at Su Xiang with a faint expression, and then looked at his mother: "Mom, I just stated a fact. The project is not Jin Yuxin's, so don't make people misunderstand. "
The company has invited the traveler and conducted a comprehensive assessment of the scenic spots he has visited. If Jin Yuxin's old plan is still playing at this time, it is disrespect for others, and Jin Yuxin should no longer be complacent with this aura.
Mrs. Zhuoya frowned, and he was right about that.
On business, Mrs. Zhuoya didn't ask again. She turned her head and pointed her chin at Su Xiang: "but today, how can you think of bringing her?"
When she looked at Fu Hanchuan again, she had a little question in her eyes.
She wanted to know what he thought?
What she thinks is the same thing. She must find out what her son thinks.
If he really
Mrs. Zhuoya breathed and hardly dared to think about it.
Fu Hanchuan knew what his mother meant. Su Xiang could not attend any banquet. It was already the "tradition" of the Fu family.
Su Xiang also looked at Fu Hanchuan and waited for his answer.
Fu Hanchuan glanced at Su Xiang and said, "Fu Ying is hungry. Take him to eat."
In a word, he sent her away again.
Su Xiang still wants to keep going and listen to what he says. Anyway, they have ignored her and discussed it in front of her for a long time. It's nothing to listen again.
But Fu Ying was really bored. A child couldn't understand what adults were saying. He only saw their very serious faces.
The little guy looked up and shook Su Xiang's hand. He said pitifully, "numb, hungry."
After coming to the party for so long, the little guy only ate a strawberry she had just fed and was interrupted by those women. Seeing his son's poor little face, Su Xiang was soft hearted and decided to eat with him.
Fu Hanchuan looked at Su Xiang and turned to Zhuo Yafu and said, "Mom, do you really think I don't know anything when you come to this party?"
"What are you thinking with Jin Yuxin? Do you really think I can't see it?"
First, let Jin Yuxin be Fu Ying's tutor. Now, she attends the Jin family's birthday party, which is equivalent to releasing any signal to the outside world.
If he hadn't said so much today, Mrs. Fu would have to sit down and change her surname from Su to Jin.
So obvious things were almost said, and Fu Hanchuan really said it no longer taboo.
"Mom, I know that Jin Yuxin is the person you like to be Mrs. Fu, but my son also opened his mouth here."
"I have no intention of changing my wife."
As soon as Fu Hanchuan finished speaking, Mrs. Zhuoya was shocked: "you really..."
She could hardly say that her son, such an excellent son, would like a mute?
Mrs. Zhuoya was going to faint.
Fu Hanchuan saw that his mother could not bear it. He frowned and said, "it's not what you think."
"How do you..."
"I'm not satisfied with her, but now that I'm married, I have no intention of changing people."
Mrs. Zhuoya was stunned and asked subconsciously, "why?"
Fu Hanchuan pursed his thin lips, and his eyes were slightly far away, looking at a tree not far away.
He said, "Mom, do you remember that when you were very young, you told me that if one day I got married, I could only be good to that person, not half hearted?"
"Su Xiang..." he paused and wanted to say that he was good to the woman. He couldn't say this, "I can't be good to her like that, but I can do it without changing people."
When he married Su Xiang, he was a hundred unwilling. She was the only one who suffered the great humiliation in his life, but since he married, he didn't want to change his wife.
For him, he doesn't care about women anyway. Love between men and women, love and so on, this ethereal thing really has no weight.
He is the successor of the Fu family and is ready to marry and continue to grow the Fu family.
It doesn't matter who those aristocratic families marry.
But it happened that the Su family decided on him and just sent Su Xiang to his bed, which greatly surprised him.
He never thought he would have a relationship with a mute and suffered the Waterloo of life.
But so what?
He Fu Hanchuan has not led the Fu family to today. The Fu family is still the richest man in Beicheng!
Mrs. Zhuoya frowned. Unexpectedly, she had influenced his teaching since childhood.
However, she taught him not to be half hearted at that time. She didn't expect him to marry a mute in the future!
"But I didn't let you live with a mute all your life!" Mrs. Zhuoya was worried and regretted that she had educated him so much.
As soon as Mrs. Zhuoya was in a hurry, her voice became louder. As soon as the autumn wind blew, her voice floated away with the wind.
Not far away, some people heard the voice, turned their heads and looked at them, and saw the picture of the graceful lady Zhuoya's gaffe.
Mrs. Zhuoya immediately adjusted her expression and pretended to be nothing, but when she looked at Fu Hanchuan, she was still firm.
Su Xiang was a few steps away from them. When she heard Mrs. Zhuoya's words, she felt like a needle in her heart.
She had heard all the ugly words and should have been numb, but in the past, she was in private. This time, she was in public.
When Su Xiang was stunned, a waiter on the banquet field came and accidentally bumped into her, and the wine glasses on the tray splashed on the ground.
The waiter apologized: "sorry, madam, are you okay?"
Some red wine was spilled on Su Xiang's skirt, and the dark red liquid fainted and dyed on the cloth, which was ugly and dazzling.
A good cheongsam will be scrapped.
Seeing that the waiter was about to wipe her with a cloth, Su Xiang quickly dodged. She didn't like physical contact with others.
"Madam, I'll wipe it for you first." The waiter looked panicked. The more panicked he was, the more he wanted to remedy it. Subconsciously, he wanted to wipe it for her.
But Su Xiang couldn't speak or stop it. In a hurry, he used sign language.
——Don't wipe it. I'll wash it myself
Before she finished, she felt quiet around.
This silence is unusual at a party.
Su Xiang realized something. When she turned her head, those people were looking at her one by one.
To be exact, looking at her hand.
Su Xiang swallowed his mouth uneasily. He thought of something and turned to look in the direction of Fu Hanchuan.
He saw his face tense and frightening, and his eyes were about to shoot her through.
Zhuo Yafu's popularity was so bad that he came over and scolded: "I told you not to talk outside. Have you paid attention to me!"
She warned her when she came!
At this time, Mrs. Zhuoya had no regard for her manners.
The face of the Fu family was ruined by her!
Su Xiang looked at Fu Hanchuan from a distance. He still had an iron blue face, as if she had made some heinous mistake.
Is it a sin to be mute?
Did he admit the identity of Mrs. Fu by bringing her here without introducing her to others?
He spoke for her in front of others and defended her, but did he avoid her as soon as she used sign language?
In the final analysis, maybe his bottom line is to bring her to the party and hope that she will not act shamelessly like a piece of wood.
And her sign language, unfortunately, will make him feel shameless.
Su Xiang took back his eyes, and his lips were shallow, showing a sneer.
She looked at Mrs. Zhuoya and gestured with her hands.
——I can't speak. This is my inherent defect and can't be changed. I always remember that I am from the Fu family. I want to protect the face of the Fu family.
——But sign language is a way I can communicate with people. It belongs to me. I never feel ashamed to use sign language.
——You don't like my sign language. If you think I've lost your face, I don't need it. But madam, are you right to humiliate your daughter-in-law with outsiders?
Su Xiang has endured it until now, and finally broke out. Once she started, she had no intention of stopping, and said her anger and grievance together.
Su Xiang was so excited that his arms opened and closed. Some people thought it was interesting. Some people seemed to be looking at a different kind, while others looked at it as a joke.
In Mrs. Zhuoya's opinion, she couldn't understand what she was talking about. She just felt that Su Xiang was trying to create and rebel!
She trembled with anger: "enough, you stop!"
She glanced at the onlookers around and turned white with anger.
Su Xiang finished his words, put down his hand and went to Fu Hanchuan to see if he wanted to scold her.
indifferent.
Fu Hanchuan stared at the woman in front of her. Her cheeks were ruddy because of emotional excitement. Her black eyes were bright, stubborn and wronged.
Su Xiang waited for him to speak. He didn't speak, so she raised her hand again.
——Are you going to scold me for losing your face? Don't forget, I don't want to come. You forced me to come!
With that, she walked towards the exit with Fu Ying in her arms.
What a stupid party, she doesn't want it!
I think so, but my eyes are completely red and sour to tears.
In the eyes of those people, she was like a monster.
After su Xiang left, it was none of her business what happened after the party. She didn't care how Mrs. Zhuoya and Fu Hanchuan repaired their high dignity.
Back home, she threw Fu Ying to song's mother and hurried into the room.
Song's mother was startled by her red face.
She seemed to have been greatly wronged, with tears in her eyes.
But when I went out, I was fine?
Su Xiang hid in the bathroom and turned on the shower. The water splashed down. She squatted under the shower and cried silently.
Don't take her out if you think she's ashamed! From beginning to end, she didn't say anything. Why should she suffer such scolding if something happened?
After a long time, when her mood gradually calmed down, she changed into clean clothes.
Fu Hanchuan hasn't come back yet. She turns on the computer and logs in to the chat account.
Her QQ flashed. Qi Lingyang left a message for her and asked her if her daily language had been sorted out.
Su Xiang opened her own excel document, which is the most frequently used language according to her statistics.
The first sentence is sorry, the daily use frequency reaches more than ten times a day.
Su Xiang checked the documents that had been sorted out for several days and was ready to send them. At the moment of clicking the mouse, she looked at the sentence of sorry, pinched her fingers, took them back, and typed on the keyboard.
Crisp sugar is not fragrant: I don't want to send it. I don't want to do this project.
After typing, she was in a daze at the computer. Depressed, she didn't want to do anything and refused to think about anything.
QQ rang and Qi Lingyang's head lit up.
Linghu Wujiang: what's the matter? in bad mood?
Qi Lingyang sat in the coffee shop, took a sip of coffee and stared at the mobile phone screen.
After the project was filed, a special team was established. Qi Lingyang was the general director, and Su Xiang's information team had another person to hand over the work with her.
Qi Lingyang hasn't chatted with Su Xiang for some time. After Zhuo Yi chatted with him that time, it seemed that he didn't contact her subconsciously.
But somehow, there was always her calm appearance in her mind.
When the leader of the information group said that Su Xiang's investigation report had not been submitted, he took the task himself and said he would urge him.
But the girl said she didn't want to do it?
Qi Lingyang put down his coffee cup and typed on the keyboard with one hand.
Linghu Wujiang: do you want to come out and talk with me?
After playing, he waited for her message to reply and changed his hand on the coffee cup to circle on the cup ring.
Su Xiang looks at the picture on the computer.
Only Qi Lingyang can speak her sign language.
She sniffed and raised her hand.
Crisp sugar is not fragrant: didn't you say that sign language is a beautiful language? Why do you want to design an app that allows machines and programs to convert this language?
She doesn't expect the app. Why does she have to deal with those people's world? Since sign language is her language, she speaks in her own language. Listen or don't listen!
Qi Lingyang raised his eyebrows when he saw the reply.
Linghu Wujiang: sign language is a beautiful language, but you can't deny that too few people appreciate it, and even fewer people understand it. You know, deaf mute people lack communication. If they are trapped in their own world, they will be isolated.
When Qi Lingyang finished typing this paragraph, he keenly thought of something.
Linghu Wujiang: are you isolated today?
Otherwise, with her docility, she wouldn't suddenly react so strongly.
Su Xiang bit his lips tightly and didn't answer.
After a while, another message pops up in the dialog box.
Linghu Wujiang: what you say now is angry. No one understands better than me. You want to talk. Now you are angry, but don't be angry and do something you regret.
Without any consolation, Su Xiang's angry mood slowly calmed down.
She had to admit that Qi Lingyang was right.
She wants to speak and have her own voice.
The mermaid lost her love because she couldn't speak.
She was imprisoned because she couldn't speak.
Su Xiang sent the document to Qi Lingyang.
Crisp sugar doesn't smell good: This is a series of daily expressions I sorted out. Take a look first. I did.
Qi Lingyang received the document, but did not open it immediately.
At this time, in his mind, he could imagine that small face in low mood.
Through the glass window, he looked out and typed on his mobile phone.
Linghu Wujiang: I can see the rainbow here. Would you like to see it?
Su Xiang frowned at the line on the computer screen and looked out of the window.
It doesn't rain today. Where's the rainbow.
But she's in a bad mood. It's better to go out and relax than to stay here alone.
The villa belongs to Fu Hanchuan, and others are not there, but I feel that he is staring at her on every wall here. Every breath of air is full of Fu Hanchuan's indifference.
She was suffocating.
Standing downstairs, Su Xiang looked up at the Fu's floor and thought again whether she should go.
She once imagined what it would be like to appear at a banquet and communicate with those talking social elites in sign language, but today, she knows that her appearance on such an occasion is a joke and a disaster.
She could almost imagine the picture of Zhuoya woman in a rage.
You can also imagine Fu Hanchuan's face as gloomy as dripping water.
He must regret that his intestines are green.
Su Xiang pulled the corners of his lips and turned away.
……
In the cafe, Qi Lingyang smiled at the figure coming, "sit down."
Su Xiang sat down opposite him. The waiter came. She was ordering coffee, but Qi Lingyang took the card from her hand and said to the waiter, "a pot of green tea."
Then he said to Su Xiang, "at this time, I think you should drink a cup of green tea to clear the fire."
Su Xiang glared at him. She was so angry that he came to tease her.
——Where's the rainbow? Didn't you say there was a rainbow here?
Qi Lingyang is developing an app for the deaf and mute. During this time, he is also taking time to learn sign language. He can understand some sign languages of Su Xiang.
He smiled and took a piece of sugar from his pocket and threw it to her.
Su Xiang picked up the rainbow candy. She was not Fu Ying. She took the candy to coax her.
At this time, Qi Lingyang pointed out the window and said, "look over there."
Su Xiang looked along his line of sight.
Outside the cafe is a square with a fountain inside. From their point of view, they can just see a less obvious rainbow.
"Look, I didn't lie to you."
Su Xiang smiled and felt better.
Qi Lingyang said, "it's okay to sit here anyway. You might as well guess what they're doing?"
He pointed to a pair of young men and women in the square: "guess what their relationship is?"
Su Xiang looked. The boy's smile was flattering, as if explaining something. The girl took two steps with a straight face, stopped and walked forward a few steps. The boy followed her for a long distance.
——Lovers? Did they quarrel?
Qi Lingyang said, "no, they don't matter. The boy sent leaflets. He sent the leaflets to the girl and wanted to invite her to the place where he worked. The girl was a little excited, but she didn't dare to go. The boy saw the girl's hesitation and kept trying to convince her. "
Su Xiang opened his eyes wide. How could it be! It's a quarrel.
But when she turned to look at the past, the girl had gone. The boy walked back to the original place with a helpless face, then raised his smiling face, took out another leaflet from his pocket and looked for the next goal.
Su Xiang understood when he saw the leaflet.
——You cheat.
After sitting here so long, he must have seen it long ago.
Qi Lingyang shrugged his shoulders and took a sip of coffee.
"So when you can't hear what they say, unless you're willing to observe them. If I hadn't observed it just now, I wouldn't know that the boy sent leaflets. "
"In this world, not everyone is willing to spend time guessing what they say through these body language."
"Of course, the analogy I just made is not very good. But I know, you know what I'm going to say. "
Su Xiang understood what he meant and pinched his fingers.
——I see. It was my intention just now.
She is flawed and self pity, which can only bring harm to herself without any help.
Qi Lingyang nodded, rubbed the ear of the coffee cup and thought, "so, would you like to tell me what happened to make you so angry?"
Su Xiang's lips moved, reached out, picked up a glass pot and poured himself a cup of green tea.
She took a sip of tea in her mouth and looked out of the window.
The tea is fragrant, with a little bitter taste, just like her mood at the moment.
Qi Lingyang looked at her side face. Her white skin was still dazzling in the sun, but it seemed to be covered with a layer of gloom, and the whole person seemed to have lost his look.
"He's not nice to you?"
Qi Lingyang still remembers seeing Su Xiang for the first time in the small park near his home.
Fu Hanchuan, as his name suggests, has a cold temper.
In front of him, he can taunt his wife without any kindness.
It's hard for Su Xiang to live with him.
Thinking of this, Qi Lingyang had a strange emotion in his heart. He didn't realize that his fist was pinched.
Su Xiang stared at the fountain for a while and took back his sight.
"Do you want to hear my story?"
Su Xiang was stunned and looked at him. He didn't know what he wanted to say.
Qi Lingyang said, "do you remember what your husband said when I first met you?"
Su Xiang was stunned again and opened his mouth, but he didn't know what to say.
Of course, she still remembers what Fu Hanchuan said.
He said Qi Lingyang... Likes married women
Su Xiang looked at him strangely. She contacted Qi Lingyang for some time. She felt that he was a gentleman. She didn't know where those words came from.
——You don't care what he said.
Qi Lingyang smiled: "some of what he said are true."
Su Xiang opened his mouth and looked at him foolishly. Did he know what he was talking about?
Qi Lingyang took a sip of coffee and looked out of the window. He seemed to be remembering something. After two seconds, he turned his head, looked at Su Xiang and said, "my sister-in-law used to be my girlfriend."
"The Du family is also a famous family. They want to cling to my family like your family. However, I am not the heir of the Qi family, so she was forced to marry my eldest brother. "
"She had a bad relationship with my eldest brother, and I... Because I didn't protect her well, I felt owed to her, so I took care of her."
Qi Lingyang said this with a bitter smile and said, "you know, as long as the secrets in the rich family spread out, they will become gossip. So some of those rumors are true. "
Su Xiang frowned.
——But why did you tell me this?
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