Chapter 84

Fu Hanchuan didn't come home very late. The desolation in the house was in sharp contrast to the lively sound of fireworks and firecrackers outside.

He looked at the shoes on the shoe rack and glanced in. When he was changing shoes, there was a faint voice in the room.

"Xiangxiang..."

"Baby, have dinner..."

"Pizza is delicious..."

Who's talking in there?

Fu Hanchuan frowned. His gentle voice sounded soft. He had never heard it before. Did Su Xiang call his friend home?

But where did she get any friends?

Looking for the sound, he went in and opened the door at the bedroom door. He saw Su Xiang half lying on the bed, his legs overlapping, with pizza in one hand and mobile phone in the other. His eyelids only stared at the mobile phone. His little feet shook and shook. He looked very comfortable.

Just like playing with a new mobile phone and understanding all the functions inside, Su Xiang is experiencing every function of the app. After selecting her favorite voice, she is adjusting the speed of speech.

"Fu Hanchuan is a bastard!"

The words are fierce and evil, which is especially soothing.

Su Xiang took a mouthful of pizza in his mouth and felt so happy that he looked up and down. He glanced at it from the corner of his eyes and suddenly found a figure standing at the door.

She was surprised, looked up and saw Fu Hanchuan standing there with a black face. She didn't know how long she had been standing there.

Of course, at this time, Su Xiang was only immersed in fun and didn't pay attention to Fu Hanchuan's expression at this time.

Her eyes lit up and couldn't wait for the man to listen to her voice. She shook her cell phone at the man, clicked on it, and immediately a sweet and soft voice floated out.

"Happy New Year!"

But Fu Hanchuan's big black face didn't seem happy at all.

Su Xiang smiled and smiled. Her face became cold. She remembered that she was still cold war with him. He didn't deserve to share her happiness with her.

Su Xiang lay back on the pillow and continued to play with his mobile phone without looking at the man any more.

Fu Hanchuan glanced at her gloomily and then turned and walked out. Without saying a word, a fire was lit in his stomach.

He went to the kitchen. There was a cold pot and stove on the stage. The refrigerator was full of raw food. He didn't prepare any dinner at all.

Fu Hanchuan looked at the pot with gloomy eyes, but what he thought was su Xiang's sentence in the morning.

——What has my husband done for me?

Hehe, it seems that Qi Lingyang's shit app has been made.

Look at her happy face.

Fu Hanchuan glanced at the door. His anger grew stronger. He opened his legs and walked into the room again.

The door slammed against the wall and bounced back.

Fu Hanchuan put one hand against the door and said, "go cook."

Su Xiang looked at him sideways and was a little stunned. It was this point. Didn't he come back after dinner at the old house?

"I'm not happy. I've already eaten it."

Su Xiang voiced it. The light on the screen made her face whiter.

Fu Hanchuan walked in and stood at the foot of the bed. His face was more gloomy. He gritted his teeth and said, "do you believe I threw out your mobile phone?"

Su Xiang got angry and stared up at the man. Dare you!

The man's eyes were dark and scary. Su Xiang was frightened by the anger in his eyes, and his hard spirit stuck in his chest dissipated.

Heroes don't suffer immediate losses. As long as Su Xiang thinks of what this barbaric and sinister man has done to her, he thinks it's better not to fight with him at this time.

What's more, she didn't want to spoil her interest because of him.

Su Xiang got up lazily and walked slowly to the kitchen.

Fu Hanchuan looked at her back, and the fire in his stomach was not extinguished but prosperous.

She doesn't want to, but she is still unwilling to cook for him. The reason is not that Qi Lingyang made the damn app!

Su Xiang casually made a bowl of green vegetables and beef noodles, put them on the table and left.

She is now the first person to experience the app. At this time, she has an idea. She hopes that the app can make further improvements, such as humming songs, which can reflect her mood.

At this time, she wanted to walk past Fu Hanchuan with her head raised and a song hummed, killing him.

But think about it, this requirement seems too high. Now she can use her mobile phone instead of her mouth.

At the thought of this, Su Xiang quickly walked back to his bedroom.

Fu Hanchuan sat at the table and looked at the bowl of simple beef noodles. He took a deep breath, closed his eyes and then opened it. He picked up a pair of chopsticks across the edge of the bowl and ate it.

Because the red seal on his forehead was too obvious, he didn't want the people in the old house to see anything. He left the door early in the morning. After a day, the red seal faded.

After he separated from Pei Xian, he thought she should come back from the old house. She couldn't stay there. He thought she was lonely at home, so he didn't go to the old house and came back to have dinner with her. Who knows she was having fun alone.

Fu Hanchuan ate up his noodles and went into his study.

There was a tutorial on sign language on the computer. Fu Hanchuan supported his forehead and looked at the meaning of each action. He looked more and more angry and snapped the video off.

What are you looking at? She can talk on her cell phone.

Great!

Fu Hanchuan got up and looked at the lights outside the window. In the dark, there are still fireworks exploding in the air, and the fireworks are gorgeous in an instant, and they are clearly extinguished in his dark eyes.

——What did my husband do for me?

What does she know? She doesn't know anything!

Fu Hanchuan took a deep breath and refused to admit that it was jealousy.

But he had to admit that in the three years since Su Xiang married him, he had satirized her for being speechless countless times, and never considered her needs from her perspective.

The company has so many things to do that he can't wait to work 24 hours a day. He doesn't have time to think about that.

How could he, the heir of Fu, the boss of such a big company, spend his mind on a woman?

These years, she used sign language, didn't she come too?

After midnight, Fu Hanchuan came out of his study and returned to his bedroom.

Su Xiang has fallen asleep, still holding her mobile phone in her hand. It seems that she fell asleep after playing tired. The satisfied smile on her face is dazzling.

Fu Hanchuan got angry when he saw her like that. He came forward and pulled off her arm and said, "get up and go to sleep on the sofa."

Su Xiang slept hazily and was suddenly woken up with his eyes open.

——What's up?

She subconsciously gestured sign language.

Fu Hanchuan said coldly, "don't you like sleeping on the sofa? Who let you sleep in bed, get up!"

Su Xiang has been sleeping on the sofa since the last quarrel. She has been sleeping on the sofa for some time after they have been married.

The sofa has her pillow, quilt and the book she read before going to bed, just like a small nest.

Su Xiang glanced at him, picked up the quilt and got out of bed.

From the big bed to the sofa by the window, a few steps away, she kicked her slippers into the cold quilt and stimulated her body.

Fu Hanchuan lay in her warm quilt and was immediately surrounded by warmth. There was a faint fragrance on the quilt.

When the bedside lamp went dark, the room was full of darkness.

Fu Hanchuan lay on his side, staring at a small bag bulging on the sofa.

The quieter it is, the more sensitive it is to hear.

There was a faint breath in the silent air, as if there were the sound of fireworks and firecrackers one after another.

Bang... Bang... Bang

Fu Hanchuan quickly sat up. She could sleep even if the noise outside was like this?

Su Xiang was about to go to sleep. Suddenly, a heavy pressure came down on her, as if all the air in her chest had been squeezed out, making her out of breath.

As soon as I opened my eyes, my goal was to stare at her like a wolf.

Su Xiang knew what he wanted to do as soon as he looked at it.

She didn't mean that. She pushed him, but the man grabbed her wrist and carried it over her head. The other big hand grabbed the quilt and pulled it under her body, blocking their quilt from being swept to the ground.

Although the heating in the room was fully turned on, without the protection of the quilt, dun felt cold. Su Xiang shivered and struggled under him.

She won't.

Fu Hanchuan pressed her with his heavy body, freed one hand, took her mobile phone, grabbed her finger and forced it to unlock.

"Can't you speak?"

"Can you do it at this time? Huh? "

"I'm curious. What can you call it, huh?"

The man seemed to peel bamboo shoots. He saw her naked in two or three times.

"I'm a bastard, huh? What are you? "

The space of the sofa is small, but it seems to make men more interesting. This night, the two hit from the sofa to the sofa, and then from the sofa to the sofa. Su Xiang was still silently pressed on the sofa by Fu Hanchuan for one night.

I don't know how long later, Su Xiang moved her body and felt a sense of familiarity. She stretched out her legs slowly, but kicked a long leg much larger than her bone.

When she first woke up, her perception of the outside world was still vague. She only felt that her environment seemed very crowded.

When she opened her eyes, she was sandwiched in the middle like a sandwich biscuit. In front was the man's solid chest and behind was the back of the sofa. They just lay on it all night.

On weekdays, she didn't think it was important to sleep on the sofa alone, but Fu Hanchuan was tall and had to squeeze with her. Her tall body could only curl up, her back arched, and her knees against her thighs.

Perhaps the place was too small. Su Xiang was hugged in his arms and fell asleep face to face. He even felt a sense of intimacy.

In front of him was the sleeping face of the man with his eyes closed. He frowned slightly, raised his high nose, breathed all over her neck, and his thick and short hair made her skin itchy.

There was a faint red mark on his forehead, which should have been knocked out by her.

Looking at this, Fu Hanchuan, who fell asleep, was no longer serious and cold. He looked calm and harmless. He curled up like a baby.

Looking at him like this, Su Xiang seemed to see Fu Ying when he grew up, with thick eyebrows, high nose, a thin lip and a cold heart.

Will Fu Ying be like him in the future?

She doesn't want her son to be so bad when he grows up.

After thinking about the future, Su Xiang lost interest and instinctively wanted to push away the people close at hand, but she forgot that it was on the sofa. As soon as she pushed, she pushed Fu Hanchuan directly.

With the dull sound of "Dong", Fu Hanchuan rolled his quilt and fell to the ground. He suddenly woke up.

A pair of dark eyes stared at the woman looking at him from above. Fu Hanchuan said angrily, "what are you doing!"

Su Xiang shrunk his neck as he stared.

——I didn't mean it. Who let you sleep on the sofa.

Su Xiang gesticulated in sign language and pushed away all his mistakes. He forgot that he had nothing on him, and the quilt covering one corner of her slipped between the opening and closing of her arm.

In Fu Hanchuan's dark eyes, a cluster of fire lit up.

He simply kicked away the quilt and turned over to press it.

The curtain was opened by him last night. Although Su Xiang didn't make a sound, he pressed it on the back for a long time and enjoyed the fireworks for a long time.

At this time, it was that posture again. Through that crack, I looked at the silver white under the sun outside.

After this movement, Su Xiang was so tired that he didn't even want to move his fingers.

Fu Hanchuan only bumped a bag out of his forehead, but at this time, her body was full of marks made by him.

In a daze, I felt that a pair of hands held her and changed her place. In another daze, she slept.

When I woke up again, it was already afternoon.

Su Xiang opened his eyes and looked at the two pieces of leather drooping down on the leather sofa. They were pulled down by her, and there were several scratches scratched by her nails.

As soon as Su Xiang remembered it, he had no face to see it. He picked up the quilt and buried his head.

Fu Hanchuan, you bastard!

He was so hungry that Su Xiang went out of the room after washing. He didn't see the figure of Fu Hanchuan. He wanted to come and go out again.

Without much thought, she went to the kitchen and was about to make something to eat. When she opened the pot, there was a pot of seafood porridge and a pot of dry bullfrog in the other pot.

Su Xiang took a look at the trash can. It was really the snack bar in the outside community.

Fu Hanchuan ordered takeout.

Su Xiang warmed the porridge and ate something before he felt alive.

She chewed a bullfrog's leg and was about to continue playing with her mobile phone. A prompt sound came out. The door over the study opened. Fu Hanchuan came out, frowned and said in a cold voice: "let the mobile phone ring again?"

Su Xiang bit a bullfrog's leg and looked at Fu Hanchuan. He thought of his metamorphosis last night and didn't dare to provoke him again. He put down his cell phone bitterly.

Hum, I don't have the ability to get an app out and don't allow others to use it.

Su Xiang was about to return to the bedroom with her legs. The man stopped her: "where are you going?"

Su Xiang blinked and held the leg of a bullfrog.

——Go back to bed.

Fu Hanchuan saw her cell phone stuffed in her pocket and knew what she wanted to do. He said faintly, "can't you do anything else except eat and sleep?"

Su Xiang looked at him speechless, otherwise?

The man came out and said, "go change your clothes and go out."

As soon as Su Xiang heard the word "activity", he became even more speechless.

Her body was disassembled and assembled by him. She just wanted to lie down if she needed any more activities.

But Fu Hanchuan didn't allow her to refuse. A few minutes later, Su Xiang dressed neatly and stood downstairs in the ice and snow.

The snow fell in the middle of the night. Su Xiang saw the snow change from fine snow particles to heavy snow, but she didn't know when it stopped.

The snow on the ground had been cleared, and there was still snow on the lawn of the garden. The snow on the treetops was blown off by the wind. Several snowflakes fell on her face. Su Xiang shrunk his neck and took a few steps back.

Fu Hanchuan looked at her. His white and tender face was a little more pink than the white of snow, and a little more beautiful and soft than the bright red of plum blossom.

"Look at your delicate."

Fu Hanchuan sniffed, holding her hand in his big hand and dragging it forward, but his body stood in the wind.

They walked along the street of the community together. Su Xiang looked up at him. Didn't he drive out?

Is it really just walking?

She took a long breath and resisted the impulse to shake off his hand and go back.

She thought he was here to torture her.

Although the snow on the ground was cleared, it still left a layer of thin ice. She was careful to slip every step. Now she has a sour waist and soft legs. Where can she walk.

Su Xiang stood in place and refused to move. Their hands were still holding. Fu Hanchuan was strongly involved by her. His body gave a slight meal and looked back at her.

Su Xiang looked at him like a child.

"What's the matter?"

——I can't walk.

Fu Hanchuan glanced at her legs, as if he remembered something, and a smile crossed his eyes. He took a step back, squatted down slightly and said, "come on."

Su Xiang looked at the wide back in front of him. Is he going to carry her?

She has a feeling of black lines all over her head. Her legs can't open. This person is really

Fu Hanchuan didn't wait until someone came up. He looked back at her and said, "you don't want me to hold your princess?"

Although the community is quiet and there is no one on the road, it looks like walking with a woman.

Ken's biggest concession was to walk behind her.

"You think it's beautiful. If you can't go up, it's up to you."

Su Xiang stared at the back in front of him and wanted to kick him, but looking at his wide back, the black woolen cloth turned its back to the sun, with an aperture, like absorbing the warmth of the sun.

Su Xiang felt a slight movement in his heart, and still endured the discomfort of his legs and lay down.

Fu Hanchuan slightly hooked up the lower lip corner, steadily supported her legs with both hands, bent up and walked forward.

He walked steadily and at an even speed. Su Xiang only felt uncomfortable at the beginning, but later he felt comfortable.

She held his neck, her head against the side of his neck, and her long hair dangled around his chest.

The white snow and the figure walking slowly on his back have a romantic feeling.

In a white car not far away, Lu Weiqi looked at the two slow-moving people in front and felt as if stomach acid had poured into her heart, eroding her heart.

Before, his back belonged to her alone.

Whenever she finished dancing and said to him that she was too tired to walk, he always promised to carry her behind her back.

He carried her on his back and didn't stop until he came to the door of her house. They were reluctant to part again.

But now he was walking in the snow with another woman on his back.

Don't you remember the past between them at all?

Lu Weiqi tightly grasped the safety belt tied to her body. Only in this way can she resist rushing down the station in front of them.

Mrs. Zhuoya glanced at the deformed seat belt caught by Lu weiqi and said faintly, "you see, how ugly two people without feelings were at the beginning, but in this world, there is a saying called love over time."

"Don't be lofty. Others can't take what belongs to you. If you don't take the initiative, what belongs to you will become others."

Yesterday, after su Xiang left, Lu Weiqi went to the Fu family to pay a new year's call. Because of the relationship between the old man and the son, the Fu family did not receive guests during the new year's festival. However, when Lu Weiqi went, Mrs. Zhuoya left her not only for lunch but also for dinner. Unfortunately, Fu Hanchuan didn't go back to the old house last night.

But it was good. Lu Weiqi had the opportunity to contact Xiafu Ying.

Mrs. Zhuoya knew that Lu Weiqi danced and had high requirements for her body. At the beginning, she was unwilling to marry Fu Hanchuan for some reasons. At that time, she couldn't look at Lu weiqi, and said that the Lu family didn't deserve the Fu family. She was not satisfied with her reluctance to open branches and leaves for the Fu family.

But now it's different. The Fu family already has a Fu Ying. Lu Weiqi also plans to retire and get married and have children. That's not a problem.

Yesterday, she looked at the mute's face. She had planned to bring Lu Weiqi here to show her face and beat the girl. Unexpectedly, she saw this scene.

Mrs. Zhuoya looked at her son carrying the mute on his back, and she felt bad.

How could her son, who was carefully cultivated, be held by the mute!

Mrs. Zhuoya's eyes followed the two people all the way. She wanted to drag the girl down and throw her into the snow, but she also knew that if her son didn't want to carry it, the mute couldn't climb up.

If she goes out to scold, it will only be their mother and son's feelings.

However, Lu Weiqi sat beside her. Since she still has feelings for Fu Hanchuan, she can't tolerate this grain of sand.

Mrs. Zhuoya's voice fell. Lu Weiqi loosened her seat belt. She smiled and said, "madam's words are reasonable. Others who belong to me can't take it away. Such words are just comforting. "

Su Xiang has robbed Fu Hanchuan's people from her hands. Do you want to rob him of his heart!

……

By the side of the road, the two people continued to walk slowly.

In the cold weather, the breath they exhaled became a ball and slowly dissipated behind them.

To be honest, although Su Xiang is already the mother of a child over two years old, she is only in her twenties. She is also eager for some little romance, some tenderness. There are too many sorrows in her marriage. She has persisted until now with one suffering and one forbearance.

She didn't know whether Fu Hanchuan was born with romance, or just couldn't be gentle with her. At this time, she was so moved that she wanted to cry.

Fu Hanchuan listened to her breathing sound. A drop of hot things crossed his neck. The man's body stiffened. Looking back, he saw that Su Xiang was randomly wiping his nose and eyes, and her nose was red.

He put her down, raised her face with both hands, frowned and said, "well, how can I cry? It's really hard?"

Su Xiang shook his head and walked forward silently.

This is a small park. At this time, the swing frame and fitness equipment are covered with a layer of snow. Su Xiang raised his feet and kicked the swing frame. The swing shook slowly, and some snow fell on it.

Fu Hanchuan walked over: "why don't you say, why are you crying?"

Su Xiang looked at him with watery eyes.

——Have you recited Lu weiqi, too?

Fu Hanchuan frowned, "OK, what are you doing talking about her?"

Su Xiang continued to compete.

——She returned your proposal trophy and you didn't feel it?

——Aren't you sad?

She saw his trophy in the study. Didn't she feel uncomfortable when a trophy representing a certain meaning returned to her hand?

Or is he in his study, looking at the trophy all the time and remembering the past?

Fu Hanchuan stared at her for a few seconds before returning: "my affair with her ended three years ago. She took away the trophy. I didn't ask her to come back. But she's back. This is my last trophy on the field. I have no reason to throw away my glory because of her. "

It was a very big event. Several major teams fought through one round of competition to the end. Finally, he won the trophy and achieved a grand slam in his racing career.

So that trophy means a lot.

At first, he proposed to Lu Weiqi with that trophy to show his sincerity, but she took his trophy and ran away.

Su Xiang noticed that he used the word "termination". Termination is the end of a relationship, but not necessarily the end of a relationship.

And this is over, and her relationship is in it.

In his heart, is the feeling for Lu Weiqi over?

——Then you

Su Xiang slowed down with her rowing arm. She looked at the man's face and was stunned.

Have you officially broken up?

But she didn't dare to ask, and she didn't know why she couldn't go on.

May be reluctant to ask that kind of scenic topic at this rare romantic and warm time, or may be afraid that the answer is not what she wants to hear.

But before she finished asking, Fu Hanchuan became impatient: "can you not mention her at this time?"

Su Xiang looked impatient on his face and put his hand away.

What are you asking?

She was careful not to touch the thorn. Fu Hanchuan must not want to mention the man in front of her.

This is a taboo topic.

With a slap, Su Xiang's face cooled. Su Xiang was beaten back by a snow ball. Fu Hanchuan held a snow ball in his hand in front of him and hit her again.

Su Xiang quickly flashed aside. The snowball wiped her shoulder. Before waiting for a response in her mind, Su Xiang had bent down, grabbed a handful of snow and threw it quickly.

They came and went, ran all over the ground, and stepped on a lot of footprints in the snow. Finally, Su Xiang was really unable to run. He squatted on the snow, and put his hands around the soft snow pile that had not been stepped on to form a small snow pile.

In the past, when she was at Su's house, no one played with her. She played with herself. She could make a lot of tricks out of the snow.

Snowman, fist, tennis, big face cat

Fu Hanchuan came over and half squatted to see the white Snowman gradually taking shape under her fingers, which was much better than what he had piled.

Su Xiang saw that it was almost piled up. He dug three stones out of the snow, embedded them in the snowman's eye socket and nose socket, and scratched his mouth with his fingers stained with mud. Fu Hanchuan turned his head and looked, folded two plum blossoms and inserted them as his hands, like a doll holding flowers to welcome.

Fu Hanchuan looked and boasted, "it looks good. It looks like you."

As soon as he looked down, he saw Su Xiang's hand close to his mouth, so he grabbed her hand and put it in his coat pocket.

Her hands were still wet and stained on the cloth of his coat. He didn't care. He pinched her slender fingers as if they were rubbing her hot.

Mrs. Zhuoya has gone back. Lu Weiqi stood in the snow on the side of the road for a long time. She watched them make snowmen like a child in the snow. She also watched the man gently pick up her cheek and looked at the only woman in his eyes.

Lu Weiqi was holding a ball of snow in her hand. Because she was too hard, it had become a hard translucent snowball. Her fingers were frozen stiff, but she didn't seem to feel cold. She stood there until she saw Fu Hanchuan carrying the road back from Su Xiang again. She couldn't help but take a step forward and stopped again. She was cold, but only she knew. At this time, a fire was burning in her chest. She wanted to turn everything in front of her into ashes! This novel has been translated by www.novelhall.com and if you are reading this somewhere, they have stolen our translation.