Chapter 146

Of course, Mrs. Zhuoya knows what Fu Zhengnan means.

Qi Lingyang gave up the inheritance right of the Fu family and followed the mute away from home, which always haunted him.

She seemed to be pricked by a needle and exclaimed, "what do you say, the evil I have done!"

Her elegant face suddenly became ferocious: "Fu Zhengnan, if you didn't owe the wind l flow debt, would such a thing happen?"

"The evildoer should be talking about yourself!"

Fu Zhengnan was angry, Zhuoya was excited, her eyes scarlet and said, "shut up! Do you know what's going on now? "

He gasped and pointed at her fiercely, "you! Muddle all this! "

Mrs. Zhuoya had been scolded by her son before, but now she was scolded by her husband. For a moment, she was sad, angry and wronged, and her eyes were sour. She said in a slight nasal voice, "Fu Zhengnan, Hanchuan is also your son. As the heir of the Fu family, he makes you feel so uncomfortable that you are only happy if you have to let the wild seed sit on it? "

Fu Zhengnan took a few deep breaths and his voice was cold.

"Say again, he's a wild seed. Try it!"

Whoever is the successor of the Fu family is his son. It only depends on who can take the Fu family to a higher place. And Zhuoya's wild seed made him angry under the current situation.

Mrs. Zhuoya looked at his instantly cold face, and her heart was more sad and angry.

She has been married to him for decades. He doesn't care about their marital relationship at all. He only thinks about the dead woman. Even looking for a mistress should be the same as that woman.

Even the woman's son, he will try his best to find it back.

Mrs. Zhuoya quickly walked forward for two steps until she came to Fu Zhengnan and said aggressively, "am I wrong! He is a wild seed. Is there his name in your Fu family's genealogy? "

"Your woman has already married someone else and gave your son to another man. The man helped you take care of your woman and raised your son. Are you as happy as picking up a bargain?"

"Ha! Now you want to recognize him. People still care about their father and son and want to be Qi Haipeng's son! "

"Do you think if you give some money, you can buy people's hearts and make your heart peaceful?"

"Fu Zhengnan, can you still order more faces! You have done more evil than I have! "

This is the private scene between Fu Zhengnan and his wife, countless quarrels and countless mutual tears.

But this time, Mrs. Zhuoya had never said such heavy words, nor was she so hysterical.

Maybe it was Fu Zhengnan's sentence of sin that stabbed her in the heart. Maybe it was the resentment she had squeezed for so many years that burst out in an instant. She burst out all of her resentment, and clear tears gurgled down from her eyes.

She said bitterly, "Fu Zhengnan, as long as I am still the wife of the Fu family and the wild seed, I will never want to enter the Fu family one day!"

"The heir of the Fu family can only be my son!"

She sneered, and her decaying face became cold and ironic.

"Are you worried about the bastard and the mute?"

"Isn't that good? Wild seed with mute, perfect! "

She is eager for them to get married as soon as possible. It's best to make a big deal to let everyone know that the mute married Qi Lingyang and never enter the Fu's house.

A vase was smashed to the ground, and the broken porcelain pieces bounced on the hard floor tiles, scraping into a piece.

The more they quarreled, the more serious the noise became. The servants in the family all shrunk aside. They didn't dare to go up and say anything, and they didn't dare to call anyone.

Who speaks clearly about the affairs of this rich family, and who can manage it?

……

Su Xiang didn't know what Fu Zhengnan felt after the conversation with Fu Zhengnan. No matter what he thought, it was probably the vent of years of accumulated anger. She slept peacefully that night.

Just in my dream, I ate that Japanese tofu again.

In the dream, Shen Yan cooled the freshly cooked tofu, fed it to her mouth and said lovingly, "Xiangxiang, you must remember the taste."

Shen Yan touched the head of his little daughter who couldn't speak, and sighed helplessly: "how can I teach you not?"

In the kitchen, Su Xiang cut the tofu into 1 cm thick, wrapped it in starch, and then fried it in an oil pan one by one. The oil bubble rolled and watched the tofu gradually turn golden yellow.

The corners of her lips turned up slightly. After so many years, she finally knew that many things were learned to do slowly after becoming a mother.

Qi Lingyang came down from upstairs and saw Su Xiang working in the kitchen in his pajamas. Her hair was casually pulled up with a hair stick, her broken hair fell in her neck, and her white skin was shining with the morning light.

With a spatula in her hand, she didn't apply powder on her face, but she didn't look like the Yellow faced woman people said. It just made people feel warm. It was so warm that people would get great satisfaction when they saw her early in the morning.

Qi Lingyang's eyes softened, walked over, hugged her from behind and kissed her on her cheek. Su Xiang tilted his head over a little and said, "I haven't washed my face yet, oil."

Qi Lingyang smiled, pecked her face quickly, put his chin in her shoulder socket, and said in a low voice, "I don't care."

At this time, he is just a happy man conceived by his beloved.

He glanced at the things in the pot and asked curiously, "how do you get up and do this?"

Su Xiang turned to look at him, smiled and said, "I ate that dish yesterday. I thought it was delicious, so I made it myself."

Qi Lingyang watched her pour the mixed tomato meat sauce on the tofu. Su Xiang occasionally cooked this dish. I don't know why she deliberately cooked it today as soon as she ate that dish yesterday.

"Try it."

Qi Lingyang looked at her, picked up one side of the chopsticks and took a bite. He tasted the taste. He felt a little strange, but he couldn't tell what was strange.

He frowned and ate again in Su Xiang's expectant eyes: "how do I feel that the taste seems to be similar to that of yesterday?"

Qi Lingyang only focused on talking to Fu Zhengnan last night. He didn't pay more attention to the taste of the dishes. Now he tastes it again and feels a little strange.

Su Xiang nodded and said, "I think so, too."

"So you deliberately do it again to see if it's really the same as you?"

Su Xiang nodded, "I'm going to go there again."

Qi Lingyang screwed off his eyebrows: "do you think that person may be your mother's old friend?"

The dishes that Su Xiang can cook, especially her specialties, are all from her mother Shen Yan, and the taste of this tofu is so similar that it is easy to think of.

Su Xiang wants to find out the truth that he was poisoned and dumb, and Su Mingdong's husband and wife have died, so he can only find clues from the living people.

After so many years, especially in such a long time, it was difficult to find people at that time.

From Su Xiang's memory, she was a mute and was hidden in her boudoir by Su Mingdong. If the Su family were not going bankrupt, she would not be known.

At that time, Su Xiang didn't understand anything at all. He didn't even know what friends Su Mingdong and his wife had. At this time, he didn't know who to look for.

The person who knows all this best is Su run, who is hiding in Japan at this time.

Normally, Su run should have been very ostentatious when she got such a large sum of money from Mrs. Zhuoya. I don't know what the couple have done in the past three years. I only heard that they have offended the Japanese black B gang. Now they are hiding everywhere. It's even more difficult to find someone.

Now that there is such a line suddenly, Su Xiang certainly doesn't want to let go.

Qi Lingyang said, "but the pillow garden needs an appointment. If you suddenly go there, you may not be able to see him."

The name of the villa is pillow garden, a strange name. However, some people say that it means to relax, so it has attracted so many dignitaries and dignitaries. Even if the place is remote, it should go there.

But that person is also a very rigid person. If he doesn't make an appointment in advance, he won't receive any visitors.

Su Xiang smiled and lowered her head to put some tofu in a bento box. She said, "of course not today."

Qi Lingyang looked at her: "what are you..."

He understood, "are you going to school?"

Su Xiang smiled and said, "Fu Ying also likes this dish very much. I want to send it to school and cook lunch for him. "

"Didn't you say that the school teacher wouldn't let you see him?"

Su Xiang's smile faded. She said, "I can't see it, but it's always OK to send a lunch."

The school has a unified lunch, but these days, Su Xiang also noticed that some parents will specially send food and meals at noon.

Fu Ying must be able to taste it.

Qi Lingyang opened his mouth and wanted to say that if the school listed her as a stranger, he would not transfer the stranger's food to the students. However, it was hard to say anything when she looked forward to it.

Su Xiang covered the lid of the bento box, smiled at Qi Lingyang and said, "breakfast is ready. You eat it first, I'll wash my face and brush my teeth, and let the Pearl get up."

Qi Lingyang saw that she was full of energy again and smiled like sunshine. He patted the top of her hair and said, "go."

These days, she went out in high spirits every day, and then came back with a lonely face, which made him distressed.

Looking at his steps, Su Xiang walked out briskly, and his eyes sank.

After washing, Su Xiang woke up Pearl. The little girl opened her confused eyes and had fluffy hair.

Su Xiang pinched her tender face: "good morning, pearl."

"Ma Ma..." the little girl grinned and showed a few millet teeth, holding Su Xiang's neck.

As soon as Su Xiang saw that the little girl was so spoiled, he thought of Fu Ying when he was a child.

Will walk, the first thing to wake up is to rub her coquettish.

Su Xiang changed her diaper, took her to wash, and then let her sit on the bed and go to the wardrobe to pick out the clothes she wanted to wear. After turning around, the little girl disappeared.

Su Xiang looked for her clothes and looked at Qi Lingyang holding her in the middle of the stairs: "small short legs, just walk and run around. Such a high place... "

Before Qi Lingyang finished his sermon, the little girl gave him a kiss on his face and shouted, "Baba..."

"Oh, so you ran out in a hurry to find your father?"

Hearing that she was spoiled, Qi Lingyang immediately changed his preaching. The flattery of the little girl made him happy.

Su Xiangchen said with a smile: "little drama, do you still wear clothes?"

The little girl immediately smiled, narrowed her eyes and stretched her little arm.

After breakfast, Qi Lingyang went to Qi's work, while Su Xiang returned to her studio to deal with affairs.

Whenever Su Xiang worked, little Pearl would draw in her office quietly.

On the padded floor, the little girl's graffiti scattered all over the floor.

Although the little girl doesn't speak very well, she has a talent for painting. Her paintings taste like abstract paintings. If she is trained, she may be a great painter in the future.

The busy morning passed. Su Xiang sent out the new dance score and rubbed his sour neck. As soon as he looked back, little Pearl had fallen asleep on the floor.

She squatted down in front of the little girl, picked up the picture on the ground, looked at it, smiled and picked her up.

As soon as the little girl touched her arms, she smelled the familiar smell and slept more soundly.

Su Xiang took Pearl back to her bedroom, ordered the domestic servant to look at her, and then went out with the Bento made in the morning.

Su Xiang was already very familiar with the way to Beicheng experimental primary school. She looked at the bento box in front of the car and couldn't hide her smile.

When we got to the school, there was a private car parked at the door. Several parents asked the security guard to send the Bento to XX classroom and XX classmate.

Su Xiang walked over, feeling a little uneasy and pinching the bento box.

She came forward and said, "can you help me hand over the Bento to Fu Ying in class one a year?"

……

The last class in the morning is physical education. In the second half of the class, the teacher asked the children to practice playing badminton one-on-one.

Fu Ying hates playing. He's starving at this time. He doesn't have the strength to play.

He waved a few empty shots lazily and slipped away quietly while the teacher didn't pay attention.

Stroll around the garden first and then show up after class. That's no problem.

When he passed the garden, he looked at the school gate and was in a bad mood.

They are here to deliver food again. The school clearly has a reservation. Why do they have to deliver food? It seems that they eat pig food. They don't cherish food and waste it at all.

If he was upset, he would ask his father to forbid the school from delivering meals and starve them for a few meals!

He thought of something, frowned and suddenly walked to the door.

He didn't hear clearly yesterday. It seemed that someone was looking for him.

Teacher Wu is so mysterious that he doesn't even tell him.

Fu Ying changed his mind and walked to the school gate. While the security guard was receiving those bentos, he slipped into the security room quietly.

When he opened one of the Bento boxes and wanted to see what was inside, he heard a strange sound.

"Can you help me hand over the Bento to Fu Ying of class one a year?"

Fu Ying's little body is stiff. Did he hear right? Did someone really come to him?

When the security guard saw Su Xiang, the teacher also explained, so he said coldly, "No."

Su Xiang frowned: "other people can transfer it. Why can't I?"

The security guard waved his hand: "if I say I can't, I can't. what nonsense."

Fu Ying listened to the two men arguing, raised his body a little and looked out.

That man, he seems to have met somewhere. Fu Ying frowned and thought deeply.

Su Xiang was ruthlessly rejected by the security guard again, and the parents who were still waiting to deliver the meal began to talk about it, looking at her with vigilant eyes.

"Who is this? The security guard said that he is not the child's parent, is he a liar?"

"Who knows, today's liars have all kinds of tricks."

"Security guards, such people must be careful, just in case."

The security guard no longer paid attention to Su Xiang. He smiled at the parent and said "sure", while registering the bento box.

Su Xiang was miserable. She just came to deliver lunch and was regarded as a liar who abducted m and sold children.

Su Xiang, seeing this situation, can't continue to argue. If these parents really regard her as a liar and get angry, she will suffer.

Holding the lunch box, Su Xiang turned his throat and walked over to the car.

At this time, a young voice came from behind her.

"Hey, are you looking for me?"

Fu Ying copied his small hands into his school pants, tilted his small head and looked like a little adult at the woman in front of him.

Su Xiang's heart seemed to stop beating. The whole person froze and even tightened his breathing.

When she thought she wouldn't see the child, she suddenly gave her such a surprise.

"Hey, are you looking for me?" Fu Ying was a little unhappy. Since he came to find him, why didn't he turn around.

He heard clearly. Fu Ying, who works in class one a year.

He is the only child in class one a year. His name is Fu Ying.

Su Xiang took a deep breath and calmed her beating heart. She turned around and looked at the little boy in front of her. Tears came out of her excited eyes.

"Yes, it's me." She choked slightly and couldn't speak well. She looked at the little guy carefully and didn't let go of every place.

Even if I haven't seen him for three years, the little guy has grown tall and his appearance has grown, but he still has the shadow of a child.

More and more like Fu Hanchuan.

Fu Ying looked at the tearful woman in front of him, but he stepped back in horror.

What are you crying for? What are you doing!

Su Xiang blinked and pressed down the sour and astringent eyes. She squatted down, squeezed a smile and said, "Fu Ying, do you still remember me?"

Fu Ying tilted his head and looked at her. He recognized her when she turned around just now.

It was the man he met when he went to learn Taekwondo.

He also chased out, chased far away, and almost lost himself.

Fu Yingyi was in a bad mood when he thought of the reason why he had chased out.

"Who are you and why are you looking for me?"

Su Xiang breathed and the pain in his chest spread.

When she left, Fu Ying was only three years old. He really couldn't remember her.

"Fu Ying, don't you remember me at all?" Su Xiang squeezed out a smile. "Take a closer look?"

Fu Ying stared at her for a long time and saw Su Xiang put down his lunch box and raised his hand.

——Fu Ying, I'm mom. Don't you remember me?

Fu Ying's face changed. The whole person froze and stared at Su Xiang.

In his vague memory, there seemed to be a person who always spoke with her hand and took his little hand to teach him to move.

After a few seconds, he shouted, "you're nonsense!"

His little face tightened, his eyebrows frowned, his little hand pointed to Su Xiang and said, "you're not my mother!"

"My mother is a mute. She can't speak. You're a liar!"

"You want to cheat me away and ask my father for money, don't you?"

Su Xiang was not well. She said eagerly, "I have cured my disease. I can speak now. Fu Ying, believe me, I'm really your mother. "

——I'm your mother.

Su Xiang made another gesture in sign language.

"Fu Ying, do you remember these sign languages?"

After su Xiang left, no one used sign language in front of Fu Ying. Three years later, he didn't remember much sign language, but he still remembered the word "mother".

Fu Ying looked at her hands and calmed down, but her heart was messy. Su Xiang picked up the Bento, opened the lid of the box, leaned in front of him and said, "try it. This is what you ate when you were a child. Is it that taste?"

After several hours of cooking in the morning, even if there is a thermal insulation layer, it has become warm and cool. Fu Ying looked at the red sticky things and said angrily, "I don't want to eat. Do you want to poison me!"

Su Xiang looked at the tofu and regretted that she should have made it later.

It was that dream that made her wake up and do it. She didn't think so thoughtful.

"I'll cook it for you again next time, okay?"

Fu Ying stared at her mouth.

Su Xiang looked into his eyes with curiosity in her vigilance. She understood that the only thing Fu Ying might remember her was that she was a mute.

Once, Mrs. Zhuoya told her that if she left early, Fu Ying would not know that his mother was dumb and would not be laughed at when she grew up.

Fortunately, their mother and son haven't separated for that long. Fu Ying still has her in the memory fragments.

But it is precisely because she can speak that the child is confused.

Su Xiang smiled and made another gesture in sign language.

While making gestures, he said, "your name is Fu Ying. You were born in 2015. Your birthday is March 12. It's Arbor Day. In your glass room, there are three yews, one every year. I bought them and put them in it. "

In fact, it should be four. The first one was bought by Fu Ying at the full moon. She has kept this habit since then.

The fourth, when Fu Ying was three years old, she moved out of the Fu family. The fourth yew was in the apartment in Chawan. When she decided to leave, she planted the little tree in the garden downstairs.

Not long after she came back, she went back to Chawan once, and the yew tree was still there.

Fu Ying frowned and said, "I don't know what yew is. There are many flowers in my family."

Su Xiang thought that he was so young that she could not tell what yew was, so she continued, "my name is Su Xiang. You liked to stick to me when you were a child. When you were three years old, I once gave you a remote-controlled plane as a birthday present. Is that plane still there? "

That was the last meeting between Su Xiang and Fu Ying. No matter how long it was, he couldn't remember clearly, so Su Xiang only picked that memory.

"The plane is red, with a little beta mouse painted on its tail..."

Fu Ying drooped his eyelids and seemed to be thinking about something. His little hand pinched the hem of his pants, getting tighter and tighter.

His little face suddenly showed a violent look, kicked over the bento box on the ground, and angrily said to Su Xiang, "go away!"

"You're not my mother!"

The little guy's face turned red, his dark eyes were full of tears, and he stared at Su Xiang with hatred.

Su Xiang was stunned. He didn't know how he suddenly lost his temper.

His eyes were like a knife and stabbed her hard.

Mother and son were connected. When she saw the tears hidden in his eyes, she knew that the child had thought of her.

But he didn't want to recognize her.

"Fu Ying..." she stretched out her hand to hold his little hand, and at the same time, another voice was calling him.

"Fu Ying..."

A little girl stood at the cross bar of the gate with a badminton racket in her hand and looked here.

"Fu Ying, how did you go out? The school is not allowed to go out."

At this time, the security guard also saw a child sneaking out while he wasn't paying attention and hurried over.

"Which class did you come from? Why did you run out? Go back quickly!"

The security guard had a cold sweat on his forehead and almost had an accident.

He stood in front of Fu Ying, blocked people behind him and stared at Su Xiang fiercely: "if you keep pestering like this, I'll call the police!"

"Call the police, she didn't do anything to me!" Little adult Fu Ying shouted back.

"I'm so bored!" The little guy muttered. Without looking at Su Xiang again, he stepped back to the school gate.

Su Xiang watched Fu Ying's distance from her getting farther and farther. The pain in his heart spread. He could only bite the lip flap to prevent himself from crying.

She didn't expect that the meeting with her son would be like this.

She looked at the kicked bento box on the ground, squatted down and grabbed the broken Japanese tofu back into the box one by one. Her tears could no longer withstand the gravity of the earth and fell down.

The security guard was supposed to drive her away, but seeing her like this, he felt his nose ache inexplicably.

Behind the pillar of the school gate, Fu Ying leaned out half his head and looked at it quietly. He raised his arm and wiped his eyes indiscriminately, with his small nose pumping.

Lian Liang looked at him timidly and took out a piece of paper towel from his pocket: "Fu Ying, are you crying again?"

"That person, who is she?"

"Who cried!" Fu Ying glared at her, grabbed the racket in her hand and ran away.

Lian Liang chased after him with a paper towel: "Fu Ying, don't run so fast, wait for me..."

The whole afternoon after that, Fu Ying's children were in a bad mood. No one dared to come and play with him. Whoever wants to talk to him, he will stick his neck and yell at anyone.

He didn't have the strength to lose his temper until after school.

Mr. Wu came to pick him up from school. The little guys were listless. They climbed into the car and sat depressed. They didn't tease other girls.

When he got home, he ran to his toy room and rummaged about.

Mother song tidied up all his toys, looked at his crackling meal and asked, "young master, what are you looking for?"

Sweat broke out on Fu Ying's forehead: "Song Ma, where's my plane?"

"What plane? You have so many toys... "Song's mother watched him looking for toys in his pile. She didn't know how to help.

"Found it."

When Fu Ying stood up from the toy mountain with a plane in his arms, his excited little face quickly collapsed again.

The plane had been broken for a long time. The propeller on it wouldn't move. Fu Ying fiddled with it. With his fingernails on the map of the tail, he walked stuffy to the glass room.

Song's mother looked at him and was surprised that he had stopped playing with that plane for a long time.

"Song Ma, which one is yew?" Fu Ying asked quietly.

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