Chapter 138

Fu Hanchuan looked very serious. Mrs. Zhuoya looked at him. In recent years, it's hard to see any smile on his face. It's always been so cold.

She frowned and said, "don't you still miss that woman?"

In a moment of excitement, Mrs. Zhuoya's voice couldn't help mentioning: "Chang Yan has been with you for the past three years, and Chang Yan has taken care of Fu Ying. No credit, no pain, you turn a blind eye to it? "

Fu Hanchuan's expressionless face fluctuated. He looked at her indifferently and said, "mother, how did she leave? Do you want me to tell you?"

"I......" Mrs. Zhuoya was so angry that she couldn't speak for a moment. Fu Hanchuan didn't wait for her to say anything, so she turned and walked into the room.

Mrs. Zhuoya was about to say a word. Looking at her son's tall and straight back, she thought and swallowed it back.

After all, Chang Yan is still here. If the quarrel doesn't look good, and most of the woman won't come back, there's no need to mention the old story again, making the relationship between their mother and son worse.

Fu Hanchuan calmly walked into the living room. Fu Ying was fascinated by watching TV. As soon as Fu Hanchuan came in, he said, "go back."

Fu Ying was thrown out of the game console today. Now it's hard to see his favorite cartoon. His eyebrows wrinkled and his small face showed unhappiness. He muttered that he didn't want to move: "it's almost over. Let's go after watching it later."

Chang Yan looked at Fu Hanchuan's increasingly heavy face and whispered, "Fu Ying is leaving. Your father is going to be angry."

Fu Ying glanced quietly. Although he was unhappy, he was still nervous. He only moved his ass. when he got off the sofa, his ass was still stuck on the edge of the sofa. He could drag it for a while.

Fu Hanchuan thought carefully about Fu Ying's point. When he looked at it, Fu Hanchuan's voice was more severe: "do you want me to say it again?"

Listening to Lao Tze's low voice, Fu Ying frowned and reluctantly went to carry his small schoolbag.

Chang Yan looked at the poor Fu Ying and said, "it's rare that he finished his homework so early today and let him go after reading it. It's only a few minutes."

Fu Hanchuan didn't take her words. When Fu Ying came with his schoolbag on his back, he walked out of the house with long legs.

Song's mother didn't dare to say anything at this time. Seeing that her husband left, she naturally followed up.

Chang Yan had to go out with her and said to Zhuo Yafu, "madam, I'll go back first."

Mrs. Zhuoya smiled and said happily, "fortunately, you take care of the child. Look at his temper..."

As soon as Su Xiang left, Fu Ying lost his mother, and Fu Hanchuan was tense all day. Only his father took care of the grown-up children, his temper was easy to become strange, and it was better to have Chang Yan with him.

Therefore, Mrs. Zhuoya hopes that they can get married. In this way, a woman around Fu Hanchuan can take care of their father and son, and the Fu family also has a new wife. It would be an excellent thing for Fu, and I don't know what he thinks. Mrs. Zhuoya is upset and doesn't think about it anymore.

Chang Yan said with a smile, "Hanchuan is busy with work. I'm just free to play with Fu Ying."

Mrs. Zhuoya smiled faintly, nodded and said, "fortunately, you are sensible and patient..."

She turned her head and looked at the father and son who was about to go to the door: "well, you should hurry over."

Chang Yan said "Hmm", looked at the man who had fully integrated into the night and followed closely.

The car stopped quietly at the door. Chang Yan got on the bus. Fu Hanchuan ordered the driver to drive, and then continued to stare at the computer and work.

Fu Ying held his arm and tooted his mouth. He was still not happy. Chang Yan teased him. He looked at Fu Hanchuan and said, "Hanchuan, did you quarrel with Mrs. Zhuoya again today?"

"After this physical examination, my wife's heart is not very good. I'd better not be angry with her."

Fu Hanchuan's fingers paused and continued to beat on the keyboard.

The year Su Xiang left, Fu Zhengnan took the position of president of the chamber of Commerce, shifted the focus of his work to the chamber of Commerce, and handed over Fu Hanchuan's power. He was more busy and cautious than ever before.

The relationship with Mrs. Zhuoya has been tight.

Chang Yan couldn't get his answer, so she didn't say anything. She didn't speak any more all the way. When she reached the door of Chang's house, the car stopped. Chang Yan pushed open the door and looked at the man before she got out of the car silently.

There was no farewell, and she was used to this model.

Chang Yan and Fu Ying said goodbye and walked into the house.

In the past three years, the Chang family's business has been successfully carried out in Beicheng. Chang Yi and his wife have been resident in Beicheng. Chang tingkuan and his wife occasionally come to have a look.

These days, Chang tingkuan and his wife happened to inspect business in Beicheng. Chang Yan saw her parents and sat in the middle of the old couple: "parents."

Chang tingkuan glanced at his beloved daughter and said, "it's rare for parents to come once. They don't go home early."

Yang Yanqing smiled and joked, "there's a saying that women don't stay."

Chang Yan blushed and glared at her angrily: "sister-in-law..."

Chang tingkuan felt uncomfortable when he heard this. However, although he said that his daughter was going to get married after all, he had been with Fu Hanchuan for so long, and there was no sign there.

He said seriously to Chang Yan, "Chang Yan, what does the Fu family mean? You've been running behind others for several years, and there's no explanation there."

From the outside world, Chang Yan is Fu Hanchuan's girlfriend and the future Mrs. Fu of the Fu family, but she is not married. Of course, it hurts for her daughter to follow her so nameless.

Moreover, Chang Yan is getting older year by year. How can she wait another three or five years?

Mrs. Chang also saw her daughter's grievances. She said, "yes, you are twenty-three. If I say, I can't bear to take care of other people's children in your capacity, but I won't say anything if I can't stand your liking. But there must be a result? "

Three years ago, Chang Yan had been living well in the Fu family's old house. Suddenly she went home. The Chang family saw this posture and understood what. It was probably that the marriage was unsuccessful. However, the apple of her own eye came back after being wronged. Of course, Chang tingkuan was furious, but Chang Yan cried and advised not to conflict with the Fu family because of her relationship.

Later, when she heard that the woman had left, Fu Hanchuan's son was ill. Chang Yan looked at the poor child and helped take care of it.

Chang Yan smiled and said, "look what you said, I'm only twenty-three. Why should I get married so early. Besides, Fu Ying and I are friends and have nothing to do with Fu Hanchuan. "

Chang Yi came down from upstairs and heard Chang Yan's sentence. He hummed coldly: "the dead duck has a hard mouth. If the child is not Fu Hanchuan's son, can you like it so much?"

Chang Yan's stupidity deceives herself. Who doesn't know her mind.

Chang Yan couldn't say that Fu Hanchuan had never accepted her at all. She stood up and said, "I just don't want to get married yet. You seem to want me to get married earlier."

"Well, don't force her any more. Her face is red." Yang Yanqing herself is from the past. She can't know her mind.

When a woman falls in love with a man, it's brave to summon up the courage to chase him, but once she pokes her pain, she has to endure the pain and support her dignity. That taste is very painful.

Chang Yan stared at them and walked upstairs. As soon as the door was closed, her back butted against the door panel, and her heart was faintly painful.

Since she fell in love with Fu Hanchuan, this heart has not stopped, and the feeling of heartache has not stopped.

If Fu Hanchuan proposed to her, of course she would promise. She would be happy and crazy, but

But the most sad thing in the world is that she loves him, but he loves others.

When Mrs. Zhuoya talked to him, she heard that he still remembered that woman. For three years, even if he still thought about it, did that feeling fade?

Isn't time the best fading agent?

No matter how strong the color is, it will fade slowly

Chang Yan pinched her finger, went to the bookshelf, picked up a photo frame, and gently stroked it with her finger.

It shows Fu Hanchuan and Fu Ying, as well as her "group photo".

It was taken by Fu Ying after graduating from kindergarten. Although it was only a candid angle, she was also very satisfied.

……

After returning Chang Yan to Chang's house, the car goes to Guhua road. When the car passed the small park, Fu Hanchuan looked out of the window.

It was dark, but the lights in the small park were on, and the facilities inside looked a little old after being hit by Feng Shui and rain.

It's not snowing in Beicheng, but there are many fallen leaves on the ground. Under the fallen leaves, there are the last insects in late autumn.

The wheels rolled over the road and soon left the small park behind.

When he got home, Fu Ying dumped his shoes and ran barefoot to the living room. He wanted to watch cartoons.

Fu Hanchuan glanced at him and carried his laptop into the study. Fu Ying glanced at the end of his eyes, jumped off the sofa and quietly opened the door of the study.

In the study, only the lamp on the table was on. Fu Hanchuan stared at the computer with a cold face. He didn't lift his eyes. The sound of tapping the keyboard sounded with his voice: "go to take a bath and sleep without watching TV."

Fu Ying came in, climbed on his knee and said, "Dad, they said that Aunt Chang will be my little mother later. Is it true?"

Fu Hanchuan screwed off his eyebrows, looked down at his son and said, "who said that?"

Fu Ying's small eyebrows wrinkled tightly: "many people are saying."

Mrs. Zhuoya often takes Fu Ying out to parties. It's not surprising to hear this.

Fu Ying listened to his father and said, "Dad, she can be an aunt. Being a little mother is not suitable. You can't marry her."

Fu Hanchuan listened to his solemnity and wanted to tease him: "what do you think?"

"You're too old. It's called an old cow eating tender grass."

As soon as he finished, Fu Ying was carried by me and dropped his knee: "smelly boy."

Even if they have no intention of Chang Yan, men also care about age.

Fu Ying hummed, "it was."

Anyway, he just can't get married.

Fu Hanchuan glanced at his son and knew what he was thinking. He suddenly said, "your mother is coming back."

Fu Ying's eyes suddenly opened round, as if frightened, and the whole little man was tight there.

Then he shouted, "I don't want to know if she comes back or not!"

He turned and rattled out, slammed the door, and was very angry.

Fu Hanchuan breathed softly, took back his eyes, touched a pack of cigarettes from the drawer, smoked a cigarette contained in his thin lips, the lighter tinkled, the light of the fire lit up, and the curling smoke rose.

Some things can't be made clear to a child. In Fu Ying's eyes, he is a child abandoned by his mother.

Fu Hanchuan narrowed his eyes slightly and looked at the photo stored in his mobile phone.

Su Xiang, when you see Fu Ying, let's see how you explain to him.

In the light, a corner of the drawer flickered.

Fu Hanchuan flicked the ash, glanced carelessly, saw the things in the drawer and reached out.

It was a pink diamond ring. Su Xiang sent it by express before he left.

Fu Hanchuan played with the ring at his fingertips, and every face of the diamond cut was shining finely under the light.

At this time, the mobile phone suddenly switched to caller ID. the bell rang in the quiet study. With a stroke of your finger, a low voice sounded at the end of the connected phone: "Mr. Fu, will you come to spend the night together?"

Fu Hanchuan sneered, hung up the phone, pushed away his chair and stood up

……

Qi's old house.

As soon as Qi Haipeng urged him to get married, Su Xiang's smile seemed reluctant.

She said, "Uncle Qi, I haven't decided everything yet. I have to find some answers, otherwise I can't be at ease. Before that... I hope you can understand. "

Qi Haipeng frowned slightly. He looked at Qi Lingyang and said, "haven't you found a clue yet?"

Qi Lingyang said, "Su run sold the company and people hid in Japan. Su Xiang came back this time to see if he could find some clues from Su Mingdong's old friends."

"Hmm..." Qi Haipeng nodded with a calm eyebrow. He looked at Su Xiang and said, "it's the only way."

"But things have been going on for decades. You should be prepared. You may not be able to find it."

Su Xiang smiled and said, "you should find the answer."

Qi Haipeng looked at her and stopped saying anything. After dinner, Su Xiang played with pearl downstairs. Qi Haipeng called Qi Lingyang to his study.

When the door closed, Qi Haipeng sat down on the sofa, pointed to the other side and said, "you too."

"Thank you, father." Qi Lingyang sat down opposite him. They only felt like father and son in the past two years.

Since two years ago, Qi Haipeng gave up smoking and drinking. He pressed the automatic water boiling button on the tea plate, and immediately sounded the rustling sound of boiling water.

His body leaned back on the soft leather sofa, looked at Qi Lingyang and said, "it seems that she may not want to marry you?"

Qi Lingyang said, "she's just not sure before she gets the accurate results. She doesn't want to bring trouble to the Qi family."

Qi Haipeng looked at him, silly boy.

He sighed and said, "I'm old. I've been wasting my body for the past two years. I don't know how long I can last. You have to come and help me quickly. When you get married to her, you can do one thing and concentrate your mind. "

When the water boiled, Qi Lingyang picked up the kettle to pour tea. He said, "I'm not going to come to Qi's work. Can I always support it in a few days?"

Qi Haipeng held the teacup and stared at him: "I'm worried that you've been making excuses, but you promised to push me down indefinitely."

"Haven't you come back..."

The father and son talked again in the study. When they came down, Su Xiang was already asleep on the sofa, little Pearl was in her arms, the saliva of her mouth flowed down, and her skirt was wet.

The servants covered them with a blanket and dared not disturb them. They walked with light hands and feet.

Qi Lingyang looked at the picture of mother and daughter sleeping. His eyes were soft, he walked over lightly, and his fingers touched Su Xiang's face.

Su Xiang woke up vaguely and saw Qi Lingyang standing in front of her smiling at him.

"The saliva is left."

Su Xiang subconsciously wiped the corners of his mouth, opened his hazy sleepy eyes and rubbed his eyes. His voice was more hoarse than usual: "are you going back?"

Qi Lingyang said "well", picked up a small cloak on the armrest and wrapped it around the Pearl. He held her carefully. Su Xiang took the coat taken by the servant and put it on.

They said goodbye to Qi Haipeng. In the car, Qi Lingyang held Su Xiang's finger, especially in the place of her ring finger.

Su Xiang felt pain and turned to look at him: "what's the matter?"

Qi Lingyang took her little hand and played in the palm. He looked at her white and slender fingers on her lips and kissed her. "I want to hold your hand like this all the time."

Su Xiang smiled, spat at him and said, "meat hemp."

She was not used to such a straightforward confession. She earned money with a small hand, but Qi Lingyang clenched a little more and said, "then you can only get used to it."

His eyes stared at her: "Su Xiang, if only you could marry me earlier, my heart would be more stable."

"Otherwise, I'm always afraid of losing you again."

Su Xiang pursed her lips. When she was about to speak, Qi Lingyang interrupted her and said, "I know what you're worried about..."

Looking at Su Xiang's calm eyes, he paused and stepped back: "forget it, I can't take you if you insist. But you can't forget that you're going to marry me. "

He looked very serious. He held her hand, took out a ring from his pocket and slowly put it on her ring finger.

The bright diamonds shimmered in the carriage.

Su Xiang was stunned and looked at Qi Lingyang.

Qi Lingyang looked at the hand and smiled and said, "miniature handcuffs."

Su Xiang smiled, took back his hand, put it under his eyes, moved the ring and said, "it looks so valuable."

"It's very expensive. It took me months." He designed it himself.

The car moves forward slowly, and the bright light cuts through the night

After taking a bath, Su Xiang habitually turned on the computer. The documents were all photos of Fu Ying, from birth to his three years old.

When she saw the last one, she could still remember all those photos in her mind.

Qi Lingyang saw the door of her room half open and the light came out. He knocked on the door and went in.

Su Xiang didn't look back. He said faintly, "I don't know what he looks like now."

Looking at the picture on the screen, he said, "you see it every night. Why don't you contact him. I remember you said, "I taught him to use video."

Su Xiang shook his head: "I can't get in touch."

Later, she wanted to forget it if she couldn't get in touch. She was afraid that she would run back when she saw Fu Ying.

At that time, she was not ready, nor was it time to come back and face it.

"Forget it, I'm back now. I'll see him soon."

……

1988。

The car stopped at the door and Fu Hanchuan went in. The hall on the first floor was busy. The game consoles around are still there, and several dandies are holding women to show off their girls.

Fu Hanchuan went straight through the lights, got on the elevator and went all the way to the top floor.

If there is a large space, only Peixian and Murphy are in it.

Could it be that I was playing with the doll grabbing machine there. There were several nearby. When I heard the footsteps, I didn't look back. I grabbed the wine glass on one side and took a sip. My face seemed more ugly.

Pei Xian took a red wine cup and sat comfortably on the sofa watching him play with the machine. He turned his head and looked at Fu Hanchuan. If he had anything to say, he just said, "come?"

"Yes."

Fu Hanchuan picked up a bottle of beer on the wine rack, sat down on the Pei Jiao's diagonal sofa, the bottle mouth knocked on the corner of the tea table, and the fine foam surged out. He took a drink and looked at the quiet big space way: "is this your night life?"

Fu Hanchuan can now be said to have completely inherited Fu and become the helmsman, so he is no longer the former Fu Shao. Peixian jokingly called him Mr. Fu and Mr. Fu, whatever he was happy to call him.

First, Fu Hanchuan is busier than before and has no time. Second, a single man has to take care of his son, and there is less nightlife. Third, is it not that Fu Hanchuan is still blamed for Su Xiang's departure? The gap between the two is unresolved, and they rarely come back in 1988.

Thanks to Pei Xian still in Zhou x Xuan, he managed to maintain his brotherhood, otherwise the three swordsmen would have dispersed long ago.

At this time, there was a loud bang, and they looked back at each other.

Could it be that he slapped a confirmation key heavily, grabbed a little doll with his claws, and the colored lights around him immediately lit up to congratulate him.

Holding the doll's neck, he walked casually to the edge of the sofa and sat down.

Pei Xian glanced at him, turned to Fu Hanchuan and said, "haven't you heard from Su Xiang yet?"

Yu Guangzhong saw whether it was the same as pricking up his ears.

Fu Hanchuan said indifferently, "No."

Pei Xianyang raised his eyebrows: "it's a skill to hide from under your eyes."

Could it be that he slumped on the sofa, grabbed the rabbit's two long ears, tied a knot, opened it and repeated it several times, as if he had nothing to do.

But that mouth was pursed.

After a few words, they fell into silence, drank their own wine and looked for peace in the aftertaste of alcohol. Pei Xian looked at his cold face and didn't even make eye contact. One or two people suddenly smiled and said, "the three of us..." "how?" Could it be that he made a remark to save face. Pei Xian said, "did the three of us say something?" Fu Hanchuan took a sip of wine: "what sentence?"“ Some people look beautiful on the surface, but they don't even have a woman behind their back. ""... " In a moment of silence, there was no one to talk to. Pei Xian and Qiao Ying were so tired of being angry with everyone two years ago that they suddenly turned anxious and broke up. That's why he drank red wine. Joe was in charge before. He can't drink more. It doesn't matter how he drinks now. On the contrary, Fu Hanchuan, because Su Xiang left, no longer came home drunk for his son's sake. No matter what, his dignified and strict father image should be maintained. Could it be that he threw the plush rabbit aside, picked up the wine cup on the tea table and took a sip. When he bent over, a piece of something fell out of his pocket. Peixian picked it up first: "what thing?" A red hard paper sticker with the words "invitation" in gold. Could it be that they all took a look and said, "this year's invitation to the Furui charity party." At the end of October every year, at the beginning of winter, Beicheng will hold a charity party. The initiator is a well-known radio host. She has used her influence to call for it, which has been held for ten years. At this time of year, celebrities from all over the country come to Beicheng to attend the banquet. In order to really do some charity, they either take the opportunity to show their face or climb up some relationships. Anyway, being invited to this banquet is a symbol of identity. Pei Xian opened it without interest, because he received it every year, so there was no freshness. When his assistant sent the invitation, he put it on the table at random“ Huh? " Seeing the words inside, he suddenly made a strange sound, held the invitation close to his face and looked again. Could it be that after receiving the invitation, he casually stuffed his pocket and didn't look carefully. He craned his neck and looked at it: "what's the matter?" Pei Xian said: "this year's Furui charity is jointly held with the disabled persons' Federation." In the past, Furui charity has been held alone and has never been co organized with others, especially the disabled persons' Federation. Could it be that Tong was also curious, took the invitation letter from Pei Xian's hand and looked at it like confirmation. He looked up at Pei Xian. When he saw the broken word, he somehow thought of Su Xiang. She was mute, and they had laughed at her before. She was disabled and determined and sat firmly in the name of Mrs. Fu Hanchuan. They looked at each other. Peixian looked at Fu Hanchuan: "did you receive it?" Fu Hanchuan frowned. Like Peixian and them, he put it aside. Could it be that they put away the invitation again and said, "if it's a joint event, it's better to hold it together. It's better to change the pattern and have more freshness, otherwise the big guys are tired of watching it. Who will donate money?" But this time, instead of casually putting it away, he deliberately inserted it into the inner bag of his suit and pressed his palm on his chest. Fu Hanchuan lowered his eyes slightly. A light flashed from the dark fundus of his eyes, and his fingers slowly pinched up. She just entered Beicheng. Is it... Related to this? If so, that is to say, will she appear on such a grand occasion? Fu Hanchuan only drank a bottle of beer in 1988 and went back. Fu Ying has gone to sleep, but when Fu Hanchuan goes to sleep with the lights out, the doorknob of the bedroom quietly turns open, and a small figure climbs gently onto the bed... This novel has been translated by www.novelhall.com and if you are reading this somewhere, they have stolen our translation