Chapter 42

Fu Hanchuan looked at Mrs. Zhuoya and said, "Mom, take good care of yourself. I'll see you again in a few days."

As he was about to turn around, Mrs. Zhuoya suddenly stopped him: "wait a minute."

She stood up, took two steps forward and looked carefully at Fu Hanchuan: "what's the matter with your nose?"

After asking, she looked at Su Xiang with sharp eyes like a needle and said angrily, "you dare to scratch him!"

Su Xiang didn't know what she was talking about. He turned to look at Fu Hanchuan. Only then did he see a thin scratch on his tall nose.

If you don't look carefully, you can't see it.

She did catch him last night, but he annoyed her.

Su Xiang doesn't remember whether he caught him in the chaos.

He got up earlier than her in the morning, and she left in a hurry and didn't notice at all.

Fu Hanchuan frowned and said, "it's not a terrible thing."

It's just a little scratch. It's nothing to make a fuss about.

But to Mrs. Zhuoya, this is definitely no small matter.

She said angrily, "she dares to do it to you. How can it be a small thing!"

A wife who dares to do something to her husband, even if it's just a little scratch, can't!

The most important thing is that if this person is her son, she will never allow it!

Mrs. Zhuoya was about to ask Su Xiang a question. Fu Hanchuan grabbed Su Xiang's arm, took a step forward, stood in front of her, and said faintly, "it's none of her business."

Seeing her son's maintenance of the mute, Mrs. Zhuoya was even more angry. Her voice was like thunder, and there was almost no image.

"You still protect her!"

Seeing his mother's anger, Fu Hanchuan slightly twisted his eyebrows and said helplessly, "I don't want to protect her. It's really none of her business."

Mrs. Zhuoya was afraid of Fu Hanchuan's intentional maintenance and forced to ask, "well, where did your injury come from?"

He is the CEO of Tangtang company. How many people stare at him? How can he easily get a wound on his face!

Fu Hanchuan scratched an awkward expression on his face, gently spit out his breath and said faintly, "it was caught by the cat."

Su Xiang couldn't see his expression, but he was confused.

She thought he would say that he shaved accidentally. Although this statement was a little far fetched, she never thought he said he was caught by a cat.

Who are you lying to for this reason?

Don't mention Mrs. Zhuoya. She can't fool herself.

"Cat?" Mrs. Zhuoya doesn't believe a word. She doesn't know that there are no small animals in the villa over there.

"Believe it or not, it's a cat." Fu Hanchuan didn't want to tangle on this issue. Seeing that Mrs. Zhuoya had to speak again, he interrupted her entanglement, "Mom, Fu Ying is still at home, so we'll go back first."

He was in a bad mood now, so he grabbed Su Xiang's arm and turned away.

"You, you..."

Mrs. Zhuoya watched them leave and sat back on the sofa with anger.

Her son lied to her for that woman!

When they left, Mrs. Zhuoya was still sulking and sat on the sofa with her forehead. She had a terrible headache.

How can we get along with this trend!

Fu Zhengnan came back from the outside and saw his wife sitting there sighing and saying, "why is it like this? Who provoked you?"

Zhuoyafu looked up at him angrily and said, "it's not for your son. He fell in love with the mute and fired Jin Yuxin for her sake! "

Fu Zhengnan handed his coat to the maid, frowning slightly: "Oh?"

How is it possible that his son, Fu Zhengnan, fell in love with a powerless mute?

Mrs. Zhuoya stared at him, as if she remembered something, sneered and said, "at this point, your son is different from you."

Fu Zhengnan took the hot tea poured by the servant, looked at her and said coldly, "what do you mean?"

"What else can it mean?" Mrs. Zhuoya said in a strange way and stood up. "Fu Zhengnan, Hanchuan is also your son. You don't care about being a father and don't know what you're busy with all day. Is that decent?"

Fu Zhengnan was sneered at by her, and his gentle face sank: "I think you are very angry. You have to say a few words to anyone you catch, don't you?"

"Earlier, you said your son got married and got married. You should give him more experience. Now I've handed over the company to him. What else do you want?"

Mrs. Zhuoya tightly pursed her lips, stared at him sharply for a few seconds, and said coldly, "yes, you entrusted the company to him, but have you put down your power?"

When Mrs. Zhuoya finished, she stopped talking nonsense to him. She walked to the stairs and said, "I'm not feeling well. I'll lie down for a while and don't have dinner."

Fu Zhengnan looked at her and twisted her waist upstairs. She looked puzzled. It's menopause. Find fault everywhere.

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Inside the car, the atmosphere was terrible and quiet.

Fu Hanchuan drove his car very fast, and the street lights on the side of the road were like meteors passing in front of the window.

Knowing that he had offended Fu Hanchuan again, Su Xiang peeled the shell of the mobile phone with his fingers.

She didn't expect him to come, let alone see what she wrote to Mrs. Zhuoya.

Su Xiang glanced at the man on his side from the corner of his eye, and saw that his thin lips were tightly pursed into a line. Whenever he was like this, he was trying to control his temper.

She turned on her cell phone and looked at the sentence again. She typed it in anger at that time. Now look, she didn't say anything wrong. What did he do when he was so angry.

Su Xiang didn't dare to provoke him. Yu Guang glanced again. At this time, a light came and fell on his face, and a very thin scratch was faintly visible.

She dropped her eyes and looked at her fingernails quietly. They were trimmed clean. The scratches on his face didn't look like she had caught them.

However, she clearly knows that there is no cat at home. Where did his injury come from? It's not necessarily Fu Ying?

Thinking so, the car suddenly stopped. Su Xiang was unprepared and rushed forward. Fortunately, she was buckled by a seat belt.

Su Xiang turned his head and stared at him. He did it on purpose!

The car had entered Fu's garage. She opened the door and got off without waiting for Fu Hanchuan to say anything.

But at the moment she opened the door, Fu Hanchuan suddenly reached out and grabbed her arm.

He grasped very hard. Su Xiang wrinkled his eyebrows in pain. Neither of the two moved or spoke, so they faced each other in the dim light.

In the dim light, he saw a flame in his eyes, as if he was going to burn her.

Su Xiang's bone was really painful when he pinched it. He moved his arm and earned it. He didn't break away. He grabbed her harder.

Fu Hanchuan was full of fire. From seeing her sentence, the fire was lit by her.

Seeing that she was scolded by her mother, I really want to ignore her!

Now that she's all right, he wants to strangle her even more!

what?

She endured until now without divorce and insisted on staying in this family just for Fu Ying?

She's still trying to take his son?

Fu Hanchuan bit his teeth and the green veins on his forehead jumped abruptly.

Su Xiang was also frightened by his look.

You know, she is not his opponent physically. If he wants to do anything to her, her weak resistance is not worth mentioning.

Hearing him bite his teeth, he said fiercely, "if you want to go, you can go, but don't want to take Fu Ying away. I tell you, impossible! "

Su Xiang's breath was slightly stifled. Fu Hanchuan didn't wait for her to react, shook off her arm, then pushed open the door and got out of the car.

Su Xiang's throat rolled down, pulled off the corners of his lips and smiled bitterly.

Why bother to tell her that the Fu family has the highest status in the whole North City. Even if she wants to take Fu Ying away, he Fu Hanchuan can dig her out three feet.

I'm afraid he caught him back before he left the boundary of the north city.

Su Xiang came into the house one step later than Fu Hanchuan. When her mother saw her coming back, she hurriedly said, "madam, you're back. Dinner's just ready. Come and eat."

After an afternoon's class, Su Xiang stood nervously in the Fu family's old house for a long time. At this moment, he felt very hungry.

She put down her bag and went to the restaurant. Mother Song offered her a meal and said, "young master, I've already fed. Please eat first, madam."

She put her job in front of Su Xiang. Su Xiang picked up her chopsticks and took a bite of it. She looked at the seat where Fu Hanchuan often sat.

Seeing her sight, Mother Song glanced in the direction of the study and whispered, "Sir said he had no appetite when he came in just now. I'll make him something else to eat, madam. Why don't you send it to Sir later."

Seeing that Su Xiang had no reaction, Mother Song said again, "I don't think Mr. Su's face is very good today. It's not good to be so hungry."

Su Xiang chewed and chewed a mouthful of rice, staring at a pot of corn ribs soup in front of him. She scooped some soup and mixed it with rice. She was a little strong and poked the bowl.

Mrs. song didn't know how the two quarreled again, so she had to advise: "madam, Mr. Song went to see you today because he didn't come back. Up to now, he hasn't touched any water."

Su Xiang's hands and eyes drooped slightly, looking at the snow-white rice grains in the bowl soaked in the thick soup.

She pinched her chopsticks, took some dishes, ate a few mouthfuls of rice and went back to her room.

Song's mother turned her head and looked. Reluctantly, she shook her head and began to clean up the table.

When Su Xiang entered the room, he took his pajamas and took a bath in the bathroom. When he took off his clothes, he saw the marks all over his body in the mirror, neck, chest, waist and legs, blue and purple, which was terrible.

And there was a circle of fresh fingerprints on her arm.

He bullied her when he lost his temper. Is this domestic violence?

If she takes photos, one day, when she has to leave Fu's house, can she use these photos to court and strive for Fu Ying's custody?

Immediately, Su Xiang denied the idea.

The Fu family is in Beicheng and almost covers the sky. Her little trick can't fight the Fu family at all.

After taking a bath, Su Xiang wanted to see Fu Ying. When he passed Fu Hanchuan's study, he vaguely heard a cough inside.

She stood at the door of the study as if the sound of coughing had stopped her footsteps.

Su Xiang frowned.

Anyway, when he saw that she didn't go home, he immediately went to the Fu's old house to bring her back. Otherwise, up to now, he was afraid that she was still being made difficult by Mrs. Zhuoya.

Su Xiang bit his lower lip and moved to the kitchen.

Mother song was kneading noodles in the kitchen and was ready to get some pasta for Fu Hanchuan. Seeing Su Xiang coming in, she smiled and said, "madam, wait a little longer, I'll be right away."

Su Xiang looked, picked up his sleeves and took over Song's mother's work.

When Fu Ying began to eat staple food, she learned to make handmade small wonton. He rubbed his hands flexibly on the chopping board, and soon rolled out several wonton skins.

When song's mother cooked dinner, there were still some meat fillings left. When the water boiled, Su Xiang quickly wrapped a few small wontons and put them into the pot. When the wontons surfaced, he fished them out and put them in one side of the thick corn soup.

Mother song looked at Su Xiang's flexible hands and feet and made a bowl of small wonton. She smiled and said, "madam, your hands are so clever. Sir will like to eat."

Su Xiang put the wonton in the tray and brewed a glass of rock sugar lemonade.

Fu Hanchuan drank a lot of Shaojiu yesterday and the wind blew again. Today he felt a little unwell. He didn't have any appetite all day. At present, his stomach was faintly painful. He coughed with one hand against his stomach and the other against his lips.

When Su Xiang pushed the door in, he saw such a Fu Hanchuan.

With no expression on her face, she put the tray in front of him and went out.

Fu Hanchuan watched her come in and go out from beginning to end without a look.

When the door closed, Fu Hanchuan looked down at a bowl of cloud wonton in front of him.

Green scallions, like small wonton clouds, float on the thick white soup, with an attractive aroma.

This is what Su Xiang often makes for Fu Ying. She is best at it.

Fu Hanchuan picked up the spoon and took a bite. The warm little wonton went into his stomach, which immediately warmed his whole body. His sore stomach felt much better.

The mood seems not so bad.

You know, just now, he looked at the computer for a long time and didn't read a word.

Her mind was full of the words on her cell phone.

This woman, no wonder Mrs. Zhuoya's hypertension is getting worse and worse.

She really has the ability to be angry.

Fu Hanchuan ate the small wontons in a few bites. He even drank the soup. When he came out with an empty bowl, he saw Su Xiang and Fu Ying sitting on the sofa in the living room. Su Xiang was feeding Fu Ying small wontons one mouthful at a time.

The little guy had dinner tomorrow morning. Now he was eating snacks and squinting happily.

Fu Hanchuan did not squint and walked past proudly.

Su Xiang didn't pay attention to Fu Hanchuan. After feeding Fu Ying, he took him to the children's room. The husband and wife did their own things, as if the things that caused the family war had passed.

After coaxing Fu Ying to sleep, Su Xiang returned to the second bedroom. When she lay on the bed, she touched under the pillow. It was empty below.

Su Xiang frowned and opened his pillow. There was nothing there.

She clearly put the marriage certificate under the pillow and never changed the place.

The bed sheets and quilt covers in the bedroom have always been changed by her, and today's bed sheets and quilt covers are not the same as yesterday's.

And yesterday, Fu Hanchuan did so fiercely

Su Xiang's face was slightly hot.

In the morning, she was in a hurry and didn't come in time. It should be mother song. Ask her tomorrow if she has seen her marriage certificate.

Tonight, Fu Hanchuan didn't lie down again. Su Xiang was extremely tired. He didn't sleep long and finally had a good sleep.

After dawn, they sat at a table in the restaurant, but they were speechless.

Su Xiang didn't look up, but he heard Fu Hanchuan's occasional cough and his face moved slightly, but he still didn't pay attention to him.

As usual, Fu Hanchuan went to work after breakfast.

Su Xiang took out a paper towel, wiped Fu Ying's mouth, wiped his little hands, and took him down from the baby chair.

At this time, the doorbell rang, and Su Xiang didn't lift his head. At this time, Jin Yuxin came.

As soon as she comes, she can go to school.

But when the door opened and song's mother called "Miss Wu", Su Xiang was stunned and looked up.

The woman who came in was not Jin Yuxin, but a woman she had never seen before. She was about 40 years old and had short hair. She looked gentle, friendly and patient.

Mrs. Song said, "madam, this is Mr. Wu's new nursery teacher, surnamed Wu. Miss Wu, this is our wife. "

When Miss Wu saw Fu Xiang, she stepped forward and smiled at her: "Hello, Mrs. Fu, I'm Wu Chunmei. You can call me Miss Wu. In the future, I'll be Fu Ying's tutor."

During the interview, Qiao Shen mentioned that the wife of this family can't speak, so their recruitment requirement is to know simple sign language.

The recruitment requirements are very abrupt and high. Wu Chunmei happened to have learned some, so she can stand out among the baby breeders with the same strength.

Wu Chunmei had done her homework privately and had a general understanding of Mrs. Fu.

Wu Chunmei has no other ideas about this "legend". Her job is to take care of her children and be responsible for his upbringing.

She said again, "Mrs. Fu, I can speak some simple sign language. If you have any requirements for me, you can tell me directly."

Su Xiang gently nodded and looked at Song's mother in surprise. How did Fu Hanchuan replace Jin Yuxin?

She was not appointed by Mrs. Zhuoya, the next daughter-in-law of the Fu family?

Moreover, Fu Hanchuan had so much time to talk to her about replacing Jin Yuxin, but he didn't say a word.

Even at breakfast, he didn't mention it to her.

As a servant, song's mother had a new teacher present. Naturally, she didn't say much. Anyway, Jin Yuxin changed it. She didn't miss it at all.

When Su Xiang was full of doubts, something suddenly moved her slippers at her feet. Looking down, it turned out to be a snow-white baby cat.

Mother Song said, "Oh, this is what Mr. brought back yesterday. He said that the young master liked it and wanted to keep it."

Su Xiang stared at the cat. Did he really have a cat?

The kitten took insect repellent yesterday and has been sleeping in the cat's nest since she came back. No wonder Su Xiang didn't find it. After a night's metabolism, the kitten regained its liveliness and now ran around the room happily.

Fu Ying saw a cat playing with him, so he didn't pester Su Xiang to stop her from going to work.

Su Xiang looked at Fu Ying and ran after the kitten. He wondered if Fu Hanchuan's scar was really scratched by the cat?

Song's mother said that the cat he brought back yesterday, but the cat scratched him. He still keeps it. Is he so generous?

Song's mother looked at Su Xiang and stared at the cat in a daze. She didn't know what she was thinking. She said aloud, "madam, it's almost time for work. You'd better go out quickly."

Su Xiang regained his mind. At this time, he didn't think about those miscellaneous things. He took his bag and hurried out.

In the Fu's building, Fu Hanchuan pinched the center of his eyebrows and felt that today's headache was even worse than yesterday.

Qiao Shen knocked on the door of the president's office and came in. He showed him the minutes of yesterday's meeting. When he heard Fu Hanchuan's cough, he said, "Mr. Fu, do you have a cold?"

Fu Hanchuan frowned slightly and said in a low voice, "it's all right."

He signed some papers and handed them to Qiao Shen.

Qiao Shen held the document and said, "Mr. Fu, the risk control department of the Spanish project has started the evaluation yesterday. Director Xiao of the public relations department said that it's best to start looking for appropriate tourism image ambassadors and formulate corresponding promotion documents now, so that we won't be too busy at that time."

"Director Xiao means that although we have the travel expert as the spokesman, his popularity is not enough. It's best to have another well-known traffic star as a match."

Fu Hanchuan thought for a moment and asked, "has director Xiao proposed a suitable candidate?"

Qiao Shen said: "director Xiao has selected several recently popular stars, but she is still investigating and will discuss the final candidate at the next meeting."

Fu Hanchuan nodded: "that's it first."

Seeing that he had nothing to explain, Qiao turned and went out. Fu Hanchuan was about to have a rest, and the door of the president's office was pushed open again.

Peixian and Murphy came in together.

Isn't it the same as usual? Pei Xian looks a little depressed.

He came in and sat on the sofa. Fu Hanchuan looked at him: "what's the matter? Who provoked you?"

Pei Xian gave him a resentful look: "it's not you."

He was very drunk the day before yesterday. After Qiao Ying took him back, he lost his temper and left him helpless.

Could it be that he said with some schadenfreude: "Qiao Ying said that if he dared to get drunk again in the future, he would break up with him and let him die drunk on the side of the road."

Could it be that he was sitting on the chair in front of Fu Hanchuan's desk. His eyes were sharp and he saw the claw mark on Fu Hanchuan's nose at a glance.

"Oh, which little wild cat caught it?" His eyes turned. Fu Hanchuan didn't ask someone to send him back that day. "Did you go out to steal food that night?" Fu Hanchuan ignored his irreverence and bowed his head to deal with the mail. Isn't it the same kind of person who can say hi without anyone? He said, "you two laugh at my single dog? I don't think you have women. " He looked at Fu Hanchuan, but he didn't understand. Peixian and Qiao Ying, who can talk, can still quarrel. How can Fu Hanchuan's little mute quarrel with her? He can't imagine that Fu Hanchuan's life style is like talking to himself to a mute every day. What's the fun? Fu Hanchuan and Pei Xian both cast scornful eyes. If they can't eat grapes, they say grapes are sour. At this time, the door knocked twice. Xiaojia opened the door and came in with an express box in her hand“ Mr. Fu, there was an express just now. It's for you. "“ Who is the sender? " Xiaojia looked at the express list, looked at Fu Hanchuan, and whispered, "it seems to be Mrs. Fu." There was only one Miss Su and a string of mobile phone numbers on the express list. Xiaojia met the Mrs. Fu and thought of the Mrs. Fu when she saw this Miss Su. Su Xiang has never been to the company. Why did she send express? Fu Hanchuan looked at the box, frowned slightly, took the box and said, "I know, you go out first." This novel has been translated by www.novelhall.com and if you are reading this somewhere, they have stolen our translation.