Chapter 50

Su Xiang opened his eyes and wanted to say something. He just moved his hand, and the tingling on the back of his hand came. Coupled with Fu Hanchuan's impatient cold face, he didn't want to say anything.

She turned her back and ignored him.

Does he have time to talk to her?

He's busy dating big stars. How dare she spoil his good deeds.

Besides, she is Su Xiang's eldest. Don't overestimate yourself.

I'm afraid I'd like her to disappear.

As soon as Su Xiang thought of the news report, he felt uncomfortable. His stomach felt more painful and his body curled up like shrimp.

Fu Hanchuan was most annoyed by her silence, holding everything in her heart. He stood up and put his big hand on her shoulder. With a little force, he pulled her small body over.

"I said you..."

As soon as he opened his mouth, he saw her pale face full of cold sweat, and her thin eyebrows were twisted.

His tone relaxed and said, "it's still very uncomfortable?"

Knowing that Su Xiang had dysmenorrhea, Fu Hanchuan sat sideways by the bed, put his big hand into the quilt, put the hot water bag on her back waist, put his hand on her stomach and rubbed it for her.

When she gave birth to Fu Ying, it was just after the Spring Festival. She had been lying on the ground for so long that she was ill. Later, everyone was busy taking care of the old man and the baby. He was a big man for the first time, and no one told him about it. She was ignored when she was in confinement.

Later, it was found that she had left the root of the disease and recuperated for a long time, with only slight results. The doctor's idea is to have another baby, sit again and take good care of yourself.

As soon as Fu Hanchuan heard that, he frowned and denied the doctor's proposal.

It's enough for him to win, and it's impossible for her to regenerate.

I don't know whether the drops played a role or the rubbing of the hot water bag with him played a role. Su Xiang was not so uncomfortable.

She picked up the mobile phone beside the pillow and typed: I thought you were in Spain, far water can't save near fire.

Fu Hanchuan saw that she wrote about Spain and looked down at her little face. Although she tried to pretend not to care, she still caught a trace of loneliness and resentment.

He said, "did you see the news?"

Su Xiang nodded.

Zheng tianer is now a front-line flow flower. She is in the limelight. She can search for any small thing, not to mention this kind of thing.

As soon as Su Xiang thought that his hands and forefeet touched another woman, they were pasted on her stomach. He immediately felt sick. No matter he had just rubbed her, he grabbed his big hand and threw out the quilt to keep a distance from him.

At the moment, she wrote everything on her face. Fu Hanchuan's face was cold and said in a deep voice, "what do you mean, you think I'm dirty?"

"Su Xiang, what qualifications do you have to think I'm dirty?"

Fu Hanchuan was cruel to others, but he was still appropriate, but he didn't know how. He had no bottom line when facing Su Xiang. Embarrassing words blurted out without thinking.

Seeing that Su Xiang's eyes were slowly moist, he told himself who let her cross the river and tear down the bridge, and who made her unclear with Qi Lingyang.

He had nothing to do with Zheng Tian'er at all. It was the woman who made Q love. She didn't ask anything and disliked him first.

The two were so deadlocked until the drip was finished.

When she came back very late, song's mother saw the two people coming in with calm faces and knew that the quarrel was not over.

Song's mother was not surprised. She only did her duty as a servant and came forward and said, "young master, I've put you to sleep first. If your husband and wife have nothing else to do, I'll go to bed too."

Fu Hanchuan waved his hand and turned around to see Su Xiang walking to the room with the hot water bag.

Is the hot water bag Qi Lingyang bought so warm to her?

Fu Hanchuan was in a bad mood. When he went to his room, he slammed the door.

Mother song sighed when she heard the loud voice before she went to her room.

It's so late. Why don't you ask your wife if she has eaten? Her face is so bad that she must be ill again.

This question was finally remembered after Fu Hanchuan smoked a cigarette.

He impatiently pressed out his cigarette and walked out of the bedroom.

The room was quiet. Fu Hanchuan went to the kitchen, picked up his sleeves and added water to the empty pot.

A troublesome woman.

After entering the room, Mother Song quietly left the door and paid attention to the trend outside. She didn't hear anything for a long time. She was still worried. She was going to go out and get something to eat for Su Xiang. Halfway through the road, she heard the sound of water in the kitchen.

She breathed a sigh of relief. Sir still had a wife in his heart.

Song's mother turned back, and Fu Hanchuan frowned at the steaming two bowls of noodles after cooking a pot of noodles.

Just two bowls of spring noodles, nothing but a handful of green onions.

This is his first time to cook. Hell, he can still cook one day.

He glanced in the direction of the bedroom before he picked up the tray.

For such a long time, Su Xiang didn't eat anything except that cup of cocoa. Although he was hungry, he had no appetite and didn't want to eat anything.

When the door opened, she immediately closed her eyes when she heard footsteps.

Fu Hanchuan looked at her slightly moving eyelashes and knew that she was pretending to sleep.

He said coldly, "get up and eat."

Su Xiang didn't move. Fu Hanchuan went up and dragged her. The hot water bag she was holding fell out. Fu Hanchuan was angry at the sight. He directly threw the hot water bag at the end of the bed and stuffed the noodle bowl into her hand: "it was cooked by mother song. Eat and sleep again."

Su Xiang knows Fu Hanchuan's temper. If he doesn't promise him, he can spend it with you all the time.

She didn't have the strength to toss with him and ate the noodles with a bowl in her hand.

Fu Hanchuan looked at her and began to eat. Then he picked up another bowl of noodles and ate it himself.

Just the first bite of noodles, his eyebrows frowned again, the taste was salty, and the noodles were very hard, as if they were not completely cooked.

He looked at Su Xiang and saw that she seemed unconscious and ate all the noodles in one bite.

Fu Hanchuan hung his eyes and ate his noodles in three or two.

She has to finish whatever he makes, whether it's delicious or not. If only she had this consciousness.

Su Xiang finished his noodles and left the soup. Fu Hanchuan didn't say anything and went out with an empty bowl.

The bedroom was cold again.

After sitting for a while, Su Xiang wanted to sleep with the hot water bag. When he looked at the end of the bed, the purple heart-shaped hot water bag disappeared.

Fu Hanchuan took a bath in his bedroom. When he lay down, he couldn't sleep over and over. His mind was full of Su Xiang's wronged, tearful and stubborn face, and her silent bow to eat noodles.

It's like installing a switcher. The two faces in my head are constantly switching.

Fu Hanchuan suddenly sat up and looked for a book from the bedside table. He wanted to change something else to distract his attention. As a result, he stared at the first line of words for a long time and didn't move. In his mind was her pale face with pain.

He glanced at the trash can and the burial place of the purple hot water bag.

Cut, heart?

Can he understand Qi Lingyang more?

Fu Hanchuan opened the quilt and searched the cupboard over the coffee table for a while. A few minutes later, he walked into Su Xiang's second bedroom.

Su Xiang was half asleep and half awake. She felt the side of the bed sink. A hot water bag was put on her stomach, and her body fell into a solid embrace behind her.

She didn't move and let him hold her, but her body didn't soften.

He won't touch her if something happens to her.

"I have nothing to do with Zheng tianer. She just used me to hype when she met on the plane." After the man said a word in his low voice, he didn't say anything. Su Xiang was a little stunned. She couldn't speak and didn't mean to ask any more, but she closed her eyes and her stiff body softened.

In fact, she has a lot of words in her heart to talk to him. Zheng tianer is the second.

I'm used to making trouble several times a year. Really... It's against my heart to think so

Want to comfort yourself not to care, think... She can't do not care

She just can't speak, but she has flesh and blood, not wood. She makes a lot of noise every time. Her pain just can't be said in words.

How did she climb up Fu Hanchuan's bed in those years? Now, some people climb his bed. A new generation is better than the old?

Hehe, there's only one sound, hehe

If Fu Hanchuan cares about her, how can he always get entangled with those women to poke her heart?

She didn't want to think about it.

She should have figured it out long ago. If she got Mrs. Fu's position, don't think too much. She can't afford Fu Hanchuan's heart.

Otherwise, don't think about it. It's better to think about something more practical.

She wants to go back to her job. She wants to talk about it.

She didn't make trouble with Fu Hanchuan at this time. In addition to her discomfort and lack of strength, she knew that the more she made trouble with him, the less he would let go.

It's not good for her to annoy him.

These days she wants to understand that everything she has is in the man's hand. How can she make trouble? In the end, it is only herself who suffers.

It's better to save some energy and let yourself do something else.

Su Xiang didn't fall asleep. He just thought with his eyes closed.

Fu Hanchuan hugged her waist and didn't hold her for many days. She felt as if she was thinner. The butterfly bones on her back protruded and diaphragmatic to his chest.

He also knew that she was not asleep because her breathing was not smooth.

Cold star like eyes opened in the dark and looked at the back of her head. Her soft long hair was scattered and had a faint fragrance.

This is a taste not found in foreign hotels.

He caught a trace of her hair, twisted it on his fingertips and slowly played with it, and suddenly hissed.

What did he come back in such a hurry and explain to her?

……

The night passed until dawn.

When Su Xiang woke up, Fu Hanchuan got up early.

She went to the restaurant after washing. Fu Hanchuan just finished feeding Fu Ying. When the little guy saw her, he called his mother sweetly and hugged her thighs.

Su Xiang picked up his son and just saw Fu Hanchuan go out with his briefcase.

Mother song came over and said with a smile, "madam, Mr. Song cooked noodles for you personally yesterday. Isn't it delicious?"

When she got up in the morning, she saw the empty dishes in the sink, and the garbage can was the empty garbage bag she changed at night. There was no residue in it, so it was all finished.

Su Xiang's lips bent slightly. Fu Hanchuan said that it was cooked by song's mother. At that time, she didn't believe it.

Song's mother, an old expert in the kitchen, how can she cook mixed noodles.

But no matter how bad Fu Hanchuan's food is, she must eat it, or he will lose face.

Let Fu Hanchuan lose face, the consequences can be imagined.

She felt so bad, but she would rather put up with another bowl of bad noodles than his bad temper.

Su Xiang went to the restaurant with slippers and sat down. His lower abdomen was still uncomfortable, but it was much better than yesterday.

Mother song brought the hot rice porridge and said, "Sir said that Fu Ying had already eaten the mushroom lean meat porridge in the morning."

Su Xiang picked up the spoon and blew it cool. She didn't have much appetite. She put down half a bowl of porridge.

Fu Hanchuan left early in the morning, so that she didn't have a chance to talk about work with him.

Only when he comes back.

Back in the room, Su Xiang habitually went to the desk, turned on the computer, sat down, wanted to hold her little yellow chicken, looked at the corner of the table, and the little yellow chicken disappeared.

She thought Fu Ying had taken it to play. She went to Fu Ying's room to see if it was there. There were no toys in his pile.

Although she caught the little yellow chicken, she used to hold it as a pillow these days, when watching movies and when doing things.

Su Xiang asked song's mother. Song's mother looked puzzled and said, "I didn't see it. Didn't I always put it in your wife's room?"

Su Xiang frowned and thought carefully. Before Fu Hanchuan came back yesterday, she saw it on the desk.

Thinking of the end of those doll grabbing machines in the subway station, Su Xiang pinched his fingers and could only keep his anger at the bottom of his heart.

That man, even a doll.

Hehe, if it weren't for the trouble between him and Zheng tianer, he would have to settle with her when he came back yesterday?

Su Xiang sat sulking. QQ rang twice. She recovered and opened the dialog box.

Linghu Wujiang: are you feeling better?

Su Xiang sorted out his emotions and replied to the past.

Crisp sugar is not fragrant: Well, it's better. Thank you for your concern.

There was silence. Su Xiang thought Qi Lingyang was just saying hello to her and asking her about her physical condition, so he didn't continue to wait for his reply. He shrunk the dialog box and sorted out the daily expressions she collected.

She is almost at home these days, and she has no chance to go out and talk to people. She is pitiful. She almost repeats and repeats again and again, which is meaningless.

Su Xiang was dazed at the computer screen and kept his eyes on those lines of words.

In retrospect, it seems that her life is poor and poor. There are almost no friends around her except Fu family, Su family and school.

Under such circumstances, how can she have more opportunities to speak?

Su Xiang was already in a low mood. He kept looking at these lines and felt that his life seemed to stop on these lines.

She impatiently closed the document and was about to open the microblog. The dialog box flashed a few times, the mouse moved and clicked the dialog box again.

Linghu Wujiang: I always wanted to ask you yesterday. I heard you didn't go to school. Why?

Su Xiang pursed his lower lip and knew that Qi Lingyang knew and would ask.

She thought for a while, hit on the keyboard and replied: nothing, there are some things at home.

It can't be said that her husband restricted her freedom because she went to play with him.

Qi's old house.

Qi Lingyang sat under the garden umbrella in the sun, with a cup of coffee on the table.

He had a cell phone in his hand and looked at the line on it as if thinking.

Some time ago, he didn't go to school. Later, when he went again, the teaching director told him that Su Xiang was temporarily suspended because he was reported to have no teacher qualification certificate.

There are some things at home

Is it Fu Hanchuan?

Even the subway stations along the line, all entertainment facilities are emptied, which is said to be overnight.

Qi Lingyang slowly twisted his fingers and was thinking about something. A graceful figure came over behind him.

The footsteps are very light, stepping on the withered and yellow lawn, making a rustling sound.

With a smile, the woman walked behind the chair as if she wanted to play a prank. Her arm was gently raised to cover the man's eyes. Only when it passed over his head, her wrist was caught.

Du Ruohan smiled angrily and said, "I hate it. I just wanted to scare you, but you found it."

Qi Lingyang looked back, loosened her wrist and said faintly, "I heard your footsteps."

While talking, he put his cell phone away and put it face down on the table.

Du Ruohan didn't notice his little move. He glanced at his mobile phone and then sat down in the chair on the other side of the table.

She stared at his side face for a while, with some strange expression: "Lingyang, do you like other women?"

Qi Lingyang turned to look at her and said in a deep voice, "sister-in-law, it seems that you and I shouldn't talk about this."

The elder sister-in-law gave Du Ruohan a painful twitch. She bit her lips, lowered her head, twisted her fingers in both hands, smiled bitterly and said softly, "I... Seem to always forget..."

Forget that she has married another man, but firmly remember that the person she loves is the one in front of her.

The fingers pinched and pinched again, and the phalanges began to turn white. When the pain reached the heart, Du Ruohan raised his head, smiled faintly and said, "I just saw you always busy recently. What are you busy about?"

What is he doing so that he hasn't come to see her for a while?

Of course, she can't ask the words in her heart.

That little move just now was her forgetfulness, which led to her gaffe.

Although that little move was a trick they used to play when they were closest.

Du Ruohan smiled, forced his loving eyes away, looked at him with calm eyes and said, "as a sister-in-law, can I always ask these questions?"

Qi Lingyang took a sip of coffee and said, "nothing. I'm just helping Zhuo Yi do something."

"Oh..."

After two words, it seemed that they had nothing else to say.

A gust of wind blew, and several yellow grasses were driven away by the wind. Their eyes chased those grasses.

On the second floor of the villa, a cold look looked downstairs for a long time.

Qi Lingyang put down his coffee cup and felt that he had nothing to say. He was about to stand up when he heard the rustling footsteps of the grass behind him.

Turning around, his eldest brother Qi lingcong was walking slowly.

Men wear black framed eyes and look very handsome, but because they are too serious, they give people a strong and cold feeling.

This sense of strength, even when he wore a soft Beige knitted coat, could not slow down by half.

Qi Lingyang's facial lines should be soft and gentle, and a pair of narrow Phoenix eyes have more amorous meaning.

The two brothers don't look alike.

Qi Lingyang stood up: "big brother."

Qi lingcong nodded. As soon as Du Ruohan saw Qi lingcong, he shrunk his shoulder slightly and called softly, "Ling Cong."

Qi lingcong went over, put the coat he was carrying on her shoulder and whispered, "I don't know how to add a dress when I come out."

With that, he turned to Qi Lingyang: "how did you think of coming today?"

After Qi lingcong married Du Ruohan, he did not move out of the Qi family's old house. As the official heir of the Qi family, living in the old house symbolized his identity. On the contrary, the eldest son of the Qi family got married, and the second son Qi Lingyang had to move out.

Qi Lingyang smiled and said, "nothing. Aunt Xiang said that her sister-in-law was ill, so she came to visit her and sent some supplements to her sister-in-law."

Qi lingcong glanced at Du Ruohan. She stood beside him, shivering, as if a slightly louder voice could startle her.

Qi Lingyang frowned slightly. His eldest brother was too serious. Du Ruohan was afraid of him since childhood.

The three of them actually grew up together. They are childhood sweethearts.

Just for the better development of the family, the Du family married Du Ruohan to Qi lingcong and broke up a pair of lovers.

Qi lingcong said indifferently, "the second brother has a heart, but your sister-in-law has nothing to do. There's no need to make a fuss. She's just pregnant."

Qi Lingyang's eyes shook slightly and looked at the slender figure on the side of the man.

She's pregnant?

But they have been married for four years. It's too late to have children at this time.

"Well, congratulations to big brother and sister-in-law." Qi Lingyang smiled. There was not much complicated look on his warm face.

Du Ruohan's cheeks turned red, and the sadness in his eyes almost couldn't help showing. He looked at the man on his side and held his fingers tightly.

She didn't want to be pregnant with Qi lingcong's child at all. She didn't want Qi Lingyang to know she was pregnant. But was his congratulations sincere or just as painful as hers? Du Ruohan stared at Qi Lingyang tightly and wanted to see something from his face, but he smiled and couldn't see anything. Qi lingcong's facial expression was still cold. The corners of his lips bent slightly and nodded: "I've been looking forward to this child for a long time. If Han can conceive, it's really worth congratulating." The two brothers stared face to face. There seemed to be a micro current surging in the air. After a while, Qi Lingyang drew back his eyes, looked at Du Ruohan and said, "take good care of your sister-in-law and ask your brother to take good care of you." He looked at Qi lingcong again. There was not too much emotion in his dark eyes: "I have something else to do, so I'll go first." Qi Lingyang picked up his mobile phone and turned around. Du Ruohan subconsciously took a step forward and tightened his arm. Qi lingcong held her tightly and stared at her with cold eyes: "where do you want to go?" At this time, everyone's skin tightened in the Fu Building. Maybe this is a common problem of all companies. When the boss is away, there is a sense of relief. As soon as the boss comes back, everyone is conscientious. What's more, it's Fu Hanchuan's kind of stern boss. In the president's office, Fu Hanchuan held a little yellow chicken in his hand and squinted. Yellow, colored suede, ugly chick mouth, big cake like face with a pair of golden eyes, the workmanship is rough. Did she keep this cheap doll in her room? Fu Hanchuan threw it casually, and a parabola crossed in the air. The little yellow chicken fell on the leather surface of the sofa, rebounded and rolled to the ground. This novel has been translated by www.novelhall.com and if you are reading this somewhere, they have stolen our translation.