Chapter 103

At the end of the party, Chang Yi naturally can't let Chang Yan go back in Fu Hanchuan's car.

In the parking lot, the two cars were not far apart. Chang Yan stood at the door of the car and looked blankly at the Bentley she was sitting in when she came. Behind her, Chang Yi said coldly, "don't you get on the bus yet?"

Chang Yan looks back at her eldest brother. Yang Yanqing gently pushes her. Chang Yan reluctantly gets into the car.

Chang Yi and his wife also sat up and ordered the driver to drive. At this time, Fu Hanchuan's figure appeared from the door of the hotel. Chang Yan twisted her head and looked at Fu Hanchuan's figure all the way until she couldn't see it.

Yang Yanqing looked at her silly appearance and sighed.

The silly girl hasn't given up yet.

"Mrs. Zhuoya?"

A man's low voice suddenly sounded. Chang Yan immediately turned her head and looked at her big brother in panic.

"Big brother..."

Chang Yi raised his hand, stopped her from talking, changed the direction of his mobile phone, and looked coldly at his little sister's flustered look.

"Well, it's me, Chang Yi. I'm sorry to disturb my wife so late."

Fu's old house.

Because of a cold spring, old Fu was not very comfortable. Mrs. Zhuoya watched the old man sleep safely and came back from the small building.

Standing in the garden, she tucked in her shawl and said with a smile, "what happened at the party when Mr. Chang called so late?"

Chang Yi glanced at his little sister and said faintly, "the party is OK. There's just one thing I want to ask, madam."

"What's up?"

"Excuse me, madam, is Mr. Fu single now?"

Zhuoya was stunned. Her smile slowly sank down and said slowly, "Mr. Chang, your question is really abrupt."

On the bus, Chang Yan tightened Chang Yi's arms and clothes, shook her head and whispered, "brother, don't ask..."

She knows the purpose of big brother's call, but she... But

Chang Yan not only hopes to continue to be under the care of Mrs. Zhuoya, but also feels ashamed of her mind.

Fu Hanchuan is married. Her identity and self-esteem don't allow her to love him anymore, but she can't control it.

Her heart was full of contradictions.

Chang Yi calmly looked away from his younger sister's hand and said in a deep voice, "madam, I already know the answer to this question. Please don't give my younger sister hope. She is still young and still focuses on her studies."

Chang Yi sounded polite, but he had already said it very seriously.

It means that Mrs. Zhuoya should not tease his little sister's heart and let her have more hope for Fu Hanchuan.

Hearing this, Chang Yan released her fingers in despair, leaned against Yang Yanqing's arms and cried.

Chang Yi's tight face softened slightly, but he still held his mobile phone and waited for the other party's answer.

Mrs. Zhuoya held the phone, and the light in her eyes was as dark and cold as night.

The Chang family is noble, and the Fu family is not?

Chang Yan is attracted to Fu Hanchuan. She just wants them to come naturally.

Moreover, Su Xiang will divorce Fu Hanchuan sooner or later, but the time is delayed. Since the Chang family is impatient, the Fu family doesn't have to ask them.

Mrs. Zhuoya walked towards the main building, smiled and said, "I understand what Mr. Chang means. In that case, it's our fate."

After a few words, Mrs. Zhuoya hung up on the steps of the main building.

Fu Zhengnan came from behind and asked, "whose phone is it?"

Zhuoya looked at him and said faintly, "Chang's."

"Huh?" Fu Zhengnan micro picked his eyebrows. The couple went to the living room together. He said, "what did he call you for?"

Mrs. Zhuoya said lightly, "the Chang family is going to retreat. It seems that the North-South marriage is impossible."

"Oh?" Fu Zhengnan's footsteps, "what's going on?"

Mrs. Zhuoya walked up the stairs without looking good.

Fu Hanchuan can't get divorced from the mute. No matter what family's girl is in the future, Mrs. Fu can't change.

She didn't want to tell Fu Zhengnan this. It would only aggravate his dissatisfaction with his son.

Fu Zhengnan looked at Mrs. Zhuoya's steps on the stairs and frowned slightly.

But before long, he knew the reason. The Chang family knew that Fu Hanchuan had not officially divorced.

Yu cangcang, holding her mobile phone, stood in a meat shop and called. She said, "it's not a feudal era. You can rob people by relying on your family background. Miss Chang has a noble status. She can't put down her figure to be someone else's little wife? "

"But it's a pity that you fu and Chang can't work together."

"It's not a pity for me to listen to your tone." Fu Zhengnan said faintly.

Yu cangcang slightly bent over and looked at a row of meat on the shelf. His fingers touched a pot of Thousand Buddhas, turned to the clerk and said, "I want these two pots and help me pack them."

With that, she said to the phone, "isn't it normal for me to think so in my position?"

Fu Zhengnan stopped discussing this issue with her. He turned his head and said, "are you still outside at this time?"

Yu cangcang glanced at the night outside the window and said, "well, he shouldn't be in a good mood tonight. I'll go and see him."

Fu Zhengnan on the other end of the phone silently said, "well, it's bothering you."

Yu cangcang smiled softly and said, "you give me the person, of course I will try my best. Well, I won't say much. I have to pay the bill. "

"Well, go."

Fu Zhengnan hung up. Yu cangcangcang scanned the code with his mobile phone and paid. Then he went out with a carton. The wind bell hanging on the door rang.

The bookstore is open 24 hours a day. Yu cangcang walks in and bypasses a row of bookshelves to see the person she is looking for.

She put down the carton, took out a basin from the inside and put it in front of the man: "this basin is for you."

Qi Lingyang raised his head, glanced at the pot of meat, slightly raised his eyebrow and said, "why do you give it to me?"

Yu cangcang sat down and said with a smile, "I know you're in a bad mood. Buy something to coax you."

Qi Lingyang slightly hooked his lower lip, moved the potted plant to one side and turned a page of the book.

The clerk of the bookstore sent the flower tea ordered by Yu cangcangcang. Yu cangcang picked up the cold coffee and handed it to the clerk and said, "take this coffee away, thank you."

Qi Lingyang looked at her. Before he spoke, Yu cangcang said, "you can't sleep with coffee so late. You can drink flower tea."

She picked up the glass pot and poured two cups of golden flower tea. If she pointed out, "fetal chrysanthemum and medlar, clear the fire."

Qi Lingyang picked up the teacup and drank and said, "it's not the first time. It's all right. Go back."

Being snubbed, deliberately forgotten, or even scolded, this kind of thing is more and more, so I'm used to it.

Holding a teacup in his hand, Yu cangcang said with a smile, "I've just come. Just tell me to go. Do you have a conscience?"

The tea cup was stuck on the lip. She looked at the man from above the edge of the cup and suddenly said with a smile: "if I were Su Xiang, I wouldn't be in a hurry to drive me away?"

Qi Lingyang didn't lift his eyelids and turned over a page of the book as if he hadn't heard it.

Yu cangcang put down his tea cup, sat up straight and said seriously, "you don't know who annoyed Fu Hanchuan and won the position of President?"

Qi Lingyang frowned slightly. He looked up and said coldly: "what do you want to say?"

Yu cangcang said, "you know what I'm talking about. Don't laugh with me."

She paused and said, "I didn't tell him about you, but don't just think no one knows."

Qi Lingyang sneered: "he knows it's nothing. What I'm doing now is enough to explain."

Yu cangcang thought for a moment, then narrowed his eyes slightly, and said uneasily, "you really don't care about her?"

Qi Lingyang stopped talking and read the book directly.

Yu cangcang was slightly relieved: "it's best."

She took a sip of tea and said, "I know. You think you are similar to Su Xiang. You are excluded and deliberately ignored. But you are totally different from her. "

"You have great things to do, don't miss yourself because of anything."

Qi Lingyang raised his eyes: "I know what I want."

His eyes were cool and light, but the bottom of his eyes clearly wrote his ambition. Yu cangcangcang pulled his lips slightly and said, "just know."

"After this, no one can take anything from you."

"Bear it, there is a vast sea and sky ahead."

She picked up the tea cup and motioned to Qi Lingyang, "replace wine with tea. I want you to promise me to go all out."

Qi Lingyang took a look at the tea cup she was holding. With low eyes, he picked up his own. Their tea cups touched lightly in the air. Although the voice was very light, it was also a sound.

After drinking this cup of flower tea, Yu cangcang didn't stay any longer. She picked up another pot of meat and finally charged: "after drinking so much wine, don't look too late, go back to rest early."

Qi Lingyang held his head in one hand and looked at her lazily: "I see. How old are you? It's so annoying."

Yu cangcang wrinkled his nose: "you dare to annoy me. I came to comfort you because who didn't go home so late."

Qi Ling Yang laughed as like as two peas. He looked at the other dish in the same dark blue eyes and asked him, "who is this pot to?"

Yu cangcang touched the thick leaves, blinked and said, "what do you say?"

Qi Lingyang understood: "OK, I see."

Yu cangcang went out with a potted plant.

Qi Lingyang glanced at the pot of meat left on the table, took a breath gently, pressed his finger on the pointed leaf tip and took it back.

Some poked their hands.

Fu

The corners of his lips were cold, and the cold light in his eyes flashed by.

……

Huadu Hotel, room 808.

Fu Hanchuan opened the door and inserted the room card into the power supply. Suddenly, the lights in the room were bright. There was no need to see such a large suite.

No one's voice, cold.

Fu Hanchuan closed the door, went in, untied his tie, threw it on the sofa in the room, stood in front of the French window, looked at the stars downstairs, took out his mobile phone and dialed out.

After shopping in the supermarket, Su Xiang went back to Chawan. She studied the steps of making cakes. She had just taken a bath.

She wiped her hair and saw the mobile phone on the pillow. The caller ID on it made her frown.

What's that man looking for her now?

Su Xiang picked up the phone and tapped her finger on the screen twice to show that she was listening.

The man's low voice came through the receiver: "let you wait in the hotel. Where are the people?"

Su Xiang was stunned and realized that the information he saw was not stolen.

But why did he want her to go to the hotel? What did she do to listen to him and go wherever he asked?

Su Xiang hung up and sent a message: I don't do hotel service.

Fu Hanchuan looked at the line on his mobile phone, sneered, and called again. He only said two words: "Fu Ying."

Then he hung up his cell phone, threw it on the bed, unbuttoned his shirt and walked to the bathroom.

Su Xiang was stunned when he heard Fu Ying's name.

Fu Ying is a magical existence for her. These two words alone are enough to attract her.

Su Xiang put the towel on the bedside table and immediately went to the wardrobe to change clothes.

When she was about to drive to the hotel, she suddenly remembered why she didn't ask him to send Fu Ying's video to prove that her son was really there.

The car stalled on the parking lot. Su Xiang opened the door and went in. He took his room card from the front desk.

The elevator went straight up. Su Xiang stopped in room 808 and brushed the room card in.

The lights were bright inside, the door of the bathroom was opened, and Fu Hanchuan only wore a white bathrobe. Water droplets rolled down from his smooth skin, and his messy hair stood up, adding a few men's evil spirits.

Su Xiang frowned and turned his head away.

Fu Hanchuan threw the towel on her, went to the sofa and sat down and said, "come here and wipe my hair."

Su Xiang pinched the dry towel in his hand and felt sick in his heart. Couldn't he wipe it?

Besides, is she a servant?

Those young ladies who accompanied him to various banquets should be happy to do these things for him. The gentle little girl tonight looks gentle and virtuous.

Su Xiang clubbed, while Fu Hanchuan stared at her: "are you jealous?"

Su Xiang stared, and the devil was jealous.

"Let you come over, don't you hear me?"

Su Xiang grabbed the towel with one hand, reached into his pocket with the other hand, took out his mobile phone, and sent her message again by voice.

"I don't do hotel service."

Fu Hanchuan smiled coldly at the bottom of his eyes, and his eyes continued to stare at her for a moment.

Su Xiang was so uncomfortable when he stared at her. She didn't do anything wrong, but she was stabbed by him.

She bowed her head, tapped a few words on her mobile phone and said in a voice, "Fu Ying, you said he was there."

Fu Hanchuan put his elbow on the armrest of the sofa, put his back against his chin, looked at her lazily and said, "when did I say he was there. Woman, you should understand that in your current situation, if you want to see Fu Ying, you must do something. "

"Like... Hotel service?"

The man's narrow eyes were full of evil laughter. Su Xiang pinched his fist and was a scoundrel.

She pursed her lips and poked her fingers on the screen. Before she could convert it into voice, Fu Hanchuan's lazy voice sounded: "this is your own creation."

If she had not made her own decision, signed the agreement, issued an announcement and left the Fu family, she would still be Mrs. Fu living in Guhua road.

Su Xiang pinched his fingers hard, deleted the words on his mobile phone one by one, picked up the towel and walked over.

She wrapped the towel around his hair, rubbed it hard like vent, and suddenly she was beaten hard on her ass.

The man said, "dare you tell me to go away and wipe it well!"

Su Xiang endured and softened his hand.

The wet and cool hair passed through her palm, and it was hard. There was also a smell of wine in his breath.

The man continued to support his head, closed his eyes, and seemed to be asleep.

Su Xiang wiped his hair dry and stepped back, ready to put the towel full of water back into the bathroom. Just after turning around, a thick arm suddenly came out of her waist and took her.

Caught off guard, Su Xiang fell and sat on the man's leg.

"Don't move." The man's chin is placed on her shoulder socket, so close, the wine in his mouth is stronger.

Su Xiang gestures with his fingers.

——I'll put the towel.

Fu Hanchuan took the towel in her hand and put it on the nearby tea table. In the morning, the customer service cleaning meeting came to clean it and asked her to run around to do something.

"I'm tired. Don't move." The man said low, his chin against her shoulder and continued to close his eyes, "press it for me."

Su Xiang looked slightly sideways and saw the man's tired face.

The occasion of the banquet looks bright. In fact, every word you say to people takes care and effort. It hurts your body to drink a glass of wine.

Su Xiang softened somewhere in his heart, turned his body to another position, pressed his fingers on his temples and massaged him.

As time passed, Su Xiang's fingers were a little sour. At this time, Fu Hanchuan opened his eyes, grasped her wrist, and said in a low voice, "it's OK."

They were so close that she could feel the temperature on him.

His eyes were no longer cold and aggressive, and there was temperature in them.

The man looked at a small face close at hand. Her face was white with a thin layer of pink, and there was a soft halo under the light.

The eyebrows and eyes are faint, the long eyelashes tremble slightly, the clear water eyes shake slightly, the small nose seems to dare not breathe hard, the breath is light, the red lips open slightly, like two red Begonia petals, delicate and timid.

Being looked at like this, Su Xiang felt that her heart was beating fast in her chest. She moved her lower lip. The next second, her lip was sealed

After a long time, the man released her and they gasped against their forehead.

The clothes on their bodies were loosened and half covered, and Su Xiang's sour and soft body fell on Fu Hanchuan's chest.

She could clearly feel his steady and powerful heartbeat, only separated by a layer of muscles, under those ribs, poop poop poop.

Her hair was wet with sweat, cluttered on her shoulders, and her foggy eyes looked like a little fox demon.

The man's Adam's apple rolled down and took her to bed.

When he was about to do the second time, Su Xiang raised his hand against his chest and gestured with his fingers.

——Fu Ying's birthday is coming. The old house has a lunar calendar. Will you leave the Gregorian birthday to me?

Fu Hanchuan frowned slightly. Su Xiang and the Fu family were so angry that it was impossible to go back for his birthday this year.

He agreed, and his fingers peeled off her clothes. As soon as he was lifted, he wrapped both of them in

After another lingering, Su Xiang pillowed the man's arm and heard his symmetrical and steady breathing.

Su Xiang looked at him. The eyes under his thick eyebrows closed, and there was no sense of oppression to be stared at. He had a tall nose and thin sexy lips.

She always knew that he was good-looking, but Su Xiang was subconsciously afraid of him because he always gave people a cold and hard feeling.

As long as he gave a look, her resistance would be reduced.

Su Xiang looked silently for a while and closed her eyes, but she couldn't sleep with something in her heart.

Their hanging relationship is actually no different from separation. She doesn't know where Fu Hanchuan puts her and what he wants.

Only by submitting the divorce agreement to the Civil Affairs Bureau, their divorce certificate can be handled.

But he always annoyed her when he let her cool.

Su Xiang sighed, frowned, opened the quilt and sat up. His feet just touched the ground. The man behind him woke up.

"Where are you going?"

Su Xiang turned his head and began to draw.

——Hungry.

She's really hungry.

When I went to the supermarket, I saw him take a car with other women to the banquet. She was in a bad mood at that time. She only bought something in the supermarket and went back.

Dinner was also handled casually. In the past, she went to study making cakes, and then he called her over and drained her strength.

Su Xiang got out of bed, picked up the clothes on the ground and put them on one by one. To her surprise, there was a friction sound behind her.

Su Xiang turned to see that Fu Hanchuan was already buttoning his shirt.

He looked at her and said, "let's go."

It was late at night, and the hotel didn't provide food. Su Xiang had planned to eat something to cushion his stomach when he saw which stall was open on his way back, and then went home to sleep.

Fu Hanchuan put on his clothes, put on his wristwatch on the bedside table and copied his mobile phone into his pocket.

Su Xiang glanced at him, picked up the handbag on the table and went out together.

Fu Hanchuan was driven by Qiao Shen. By now, the car had been driven away, so he had to sit in Su Xiang's car.

The narrow space is daunting for a tall man. Fu Hanchuan has never taken a car driven by Su Xiang in his life.

He has a long face and doesn't feel very beautiful.

Su Xiangyu glanced at the man's silent face, and the corners of his lips bent slightly.

Mr. Fu, who has always been domineering, rarely sees him so oppressed.

There are not many night clubs still open at 1:00 a.m. Su Xiang found his way to drive there and finally saw a large stall still open.

Su Xiang parked his car on the side of the road and got out of the car together.

Those who don't sleep at this time are night owls, playing games, playing cards and singing K. they have just finished.

Fu Hanchuan frowned and looked at the dirty and noisy store in front of him. He didn't have the attack of cleanliness mania, so he sat down in an empty seat.

Su Xiang blinked and looked at the store. He didn't dislike that it was dirty here?

In the Fu family, although she was not recognized as Mrs. Fu, she was also a rich lady bound in the framework. She should behave gracefully and pay attention to eating and drinking.

Since she left the Fu family and lived alone, she knew the taste of freedom and freedom. She could eat at large stalls and roadside stalls.

On the contrary, Fu Hanchuan seems to be very familiar with this kind of large-scale food stalls. He ordered several barbecues and vermicelli soup, but his handmade suit is incompatible with the environment here.

Su Xiang pinched the spoon, cooled the fans, took a sip, and looked at the man sitting opposite from above the casserole through the misty heat.

Fu Hanchuan glanced at her: "what are you looking at?"

Su Xiang put down his chopsticks and wrote on his mobile phone: "have you ever had a big stall before?"

Fu Hanchuan said: "in the past, when racing, I often went out to have supper with them."

Not all of them are people who put on airs and dislike roadside stalls. At that time, he was not as cold and inhumane as he is now.

"At that time, we often went out to play. It was common to have a snack at night. Do you think I don't eat these? "

Su Xiang pursed his lips, bowed his head and continued to eat.

She doesn't know anything about his past, but when he talks about racing, there must be Lu Weiqi.

Su Xiang was silent. She poked the thin pieces of beef in the casserole. She poked the pieces of meat into the fans.

Fu Hanchuan glanced at her and wondered what had happened to her.

However, the woman was mute and speechless. Fu Hanchuan picked out the beef slices in his casserole and put them to her.

Su Xiang took a look at him and ate all the precious pieces of beef.

Fu Hanchuan sneered and picked out his cilantro and chives and put them in her casserole.

"You have a bad temper. You can stink a little more by eating this."

Su Xiang stared at him. Whoever has a bad temper can't smell him.

She immediately picked up her chopsticks and returned them.

Neither of them ate much coriander and chives, but Su Xiang could accept it. Fu Hanchuan didn't eat at all. When ordering just now, both of them forgot to say.

In the past, Su Xiang used to fry scallions and then cook with scallion oil. The man was so difficult to serve that he even said she had a bad temper.

The two came and went. After being childish, Su Xiang picked coriander leaves and looked at Fu Hanchuan.

"Why, just say something." The man looked at her and said.

Su Xiangmo paused, put down his chopsticks and spoon, and freed up his hands to compete.

——Why open room f in the hotel?

He can go to Chawan. Why does he open a hotel room?

This makes her feel like his lover. The hotel is where they meet.

Fu Hanchuan silently looked at her for a moment, and his thumb slowly rubbed the phalanx of his index finger.

He pulled up one corner of his lip, and some evil spirits appeared in his smile: "the hotel is very convenient. Don't you think it's more interesting?"

Su Xiang pursed his lips and looked at him. He had nothing to say to this answer.

taste?

Furtive, probably

They ate silently for a while, but they didn't eat all the casserole fans, but they didn't seem to want to eat any more.

Fu Hanchuan put down his chopsticks and said, "I've almost eaten. I'll call another car back here."

It means that Su Xiang doesn't need to send him back to the hotel or Guhua road.

Su Xiang took out a paper towel and wiped his lips. Finally, he gestured.

——Don't forget what you promised.

With that, she picked up her handbag and the car key, stood up and walked to the car.

Fu Hanchuan put his hands in his pockets, watched the car disappear into the night, and reached out to stop a passing taxi.

Two cars, one south and one north, say goodbye.

Fu Hanchuan looked at the night outside the window with faint eyes.

He didn't have to tell her that someone was watching him.

With her sensitivity, I'm afraid she'll lose her temper again.

He didn't want her to get into any more trouble, especially at this critical juncture.

He admits that she has some attraction to him, but it is not enough to make a choice... This novel has been translated by www.novelhall.com and if you are reading this somewhere, they have stolen our translation