Chapter 168

Fu's building.

Fu Hanchuan hung up the phone and went to the door of the lounge. The door was open. On the wide bed lay a little man with a schoolbag tilted at the head of the bed.

The little guy just picked him up from school and now he's lying down.

Fu Hanchuan put his mobile phone back in his pocket, rattled in, stood by the bed and looked down at him. The little guy moved and his long eyelashes fanned down.

The man stooped slightly and put his hand on his son's forehead, which was a little hot.

He twisted his eyebrows, retracted his hand and said, "uncomfortable?"

Fu Ying nodded silently and curled up pitifully.

Fu Hanchuan took a breath, picked up the quilt beside his leg and covered him: "sleep first."

He told Xiaojia to go to the drugstore to buy children's fever medicine. He hasn't come back yet.

Fu Hanchuan picked up his schoolbag and put it on one side of the cabinet. Then he went out.

Outside the rest room, Fu Hanchuan sat in a big leather chair, continued to deal with official business, and occasionally glanced at the time display in the lower right corner of the computer.

After a while, Xiao Jia came in and gave him the medicine he bought: "Mr. Fu, this is the antipyretic medicine for children recommended by the drugstore. He said it has little side effects."

Fu Hanchuan said "well" and asked Xiaojia to leave the medicine. Xiaojia looked at Fu Hanchuan's busy, looked into the rest room and said, "Mr. Fu, do you want me to take care of Fu Ying first?"

Fu Hanchuan looked up at her and said faintly, "no, go and do your thing."

The boss said that Xiaojia didn't want to be labeled as flattering the boss and went out.

Fu Hanchuan took a look at the medicine on the table, gently lit his fingers on the corner of the table, took another look at the time, and his eyes moved slightly.

He picked up the medicine and walked back to the lounge again. The little guy sat quietly at the head of the bed reading. The cover of the schoolbag on the cabinet was opened.

Fu Hanchuan said, "why don't you sleep?"

Fu Ying shook his head and said, "I don't want to sleep."

Fu Hanchuan went over and put the medicine on the bedside table. Fu Ying glanced at the small medicine bottle, his eyes trembled slightly, and slowly turned over a page of the book.

"Dad..."

Fu Hanchuan was looking at the medicine manual: "hmm?"

Fu Ying turned another page of the book and said, "Dad, I don't want to take medicine."

Fu Hanchuan glanced at the little guy, and the tip of his eyebrows moved slightly: "then go home and have a rest?"

Fu Ying looked up at him: "don't you work?"

Fu Hanchuan put the book in his bag and said, "let uncle Qiao Shen take you back."

Fu Ying got up from the quilt, put his arm into Fu Hanchuan's unfolded sleeve, put on his coat, and lay down on Fu Hanchuan's shoulder.

Fu Hanqi picked up his son with one hand, put his other arm through the schoolbag belt, then bent down, hung his son's shoes on his fingers and went out.

Fu Ying hugged his father's neck and asked, "is she still coming?"

Fu Hanchuan walked to the door of the office and paused without answering him immediately.

In the parking lot, Fu Hanchuan put his son in the car and ordered Qiao Shen to return the child to the villa on Guhua road.

Su Xiang heard Fu Hanchuan say that Fu Ying was ill and rushed over from Xiangyuan immediately.

Because Fu Hanchuan said hello to the front desk before, Su Xiang went directly to the elevator when he arrived at Fu, and hurried all the way.

Su Xiang came to Fu once and was already familiar with the way. In a hurry, she went all the way to the president's office. Xiaojia saw Su Xiang coming in a hurry and immediately stood up to receive her.

"Miss Su, wait a minute. I'll ask the president first."

Xiao Jia is young, but she learns and understands quickly. She learned experience from Qiao Shen last time. She is much more calm now.

Su Xiang's footsteps stopped. Xiao Jia glanced at the secretary room and hinted. Su Xiang immediately understood and nodded.

She was in such a hurry that she didn't think so much for the moment.

People here don't know her relationship with Fu Hanchuan. If she goes into Fu Hanchuan's office without notice, it will cause some gossip.

And the last thing she needs is these rumors.

Xiaojia went into Fu Hanchuan's office and asked for instructions: "Mr. Fu, Miss Su is here."

Fu Hanchuan's fingers on the keyboard paused. He didn't lift his head, but said, "let her in."

Su Xiang waited in the corridor outside the door. After Xiaojia informed her, she went in.

In the office, Fu Hanchuan is still handling official business. After su Xiang went in, he swept around his office directly, but he didn't see Fu Ying.

Her eyebrows frowned. "Where's Fu Ying?"

Without seeing the child, Su Xiang subconsciously thought that Fu Hanchuan was tricking her.

After all, he has a lot of bad deeds.

Fu Hanchuan did not speak. Su Xiang took a deep breath, took a step forward and said angrily, "Fu Hanchuan, are you so interesting?"

"If it's for that car, you can say it directly."

"Fu Ying is your son. You deceived me with the reason that he was ill. Are you too much?"

With a click, a slightly stressed keyboard fell, Fu Hanchuan knocked down the last character, looked up and looked at the angry woman.

His thin lips closed tightly, and his already serious face showed a trace of coldness.

"Finished?"

Seeing his expression, Su Xiang subconsciously pinched his fingers.

Fu Hanchuan glanced at her, and the corners of his lips mocked and said, "do you think I lied to you?"

Su Xiang stubbed his neck: "otherwise?"

The facts are before us.

Fu Hanchuan stood up and his tall body stood straight there. The place in his office area was a step higher, which made him look tall and give people a full sense of oppression.

Su Xiang twisted his head away from him.

Hearing the pattering footsteps approaching, Fu Hanchuan looked cold and said, "he's very uncomfortable. Qiao Shen sent him home."

Su Xiang was stunned, opened his mouth, and then became angry again.

She said angrily, "Fu Ying is ill. You don't send him to the hospital. You bring him to the company and send him home. Do you toss him like this?"

“……”

The air in the office suddenly cooled down.

Fu Hanchuan's coldness became stronger and his breath was slightly heavy. At the moment, Su Xiang was no longer afraid of him.

That's still a child. How can he toss his son like this!

Fu Hanchuan walked down the steps and approached Su Xiang with two long legs, looking down at her.

Su Xiang's heart pounded and she was calm. She pursed her lips and said, "if you are busy working and can't take good care of him, then..."

"Leave it to you?"

Fu Hanchuan's thin lips opened and closed, and a very cold voice interrupted Su Xiang's words behind him.

From her angry and red face, Fu Hanchuan could see what she wanted to say at a glance.

This woman always writes her emotions on her face.

After that sentence, Su Xiang stared at him and squeezed his fist.

Yes, that's what she meant!

Fu Hanchuan sneered coldly, and his thin lips lifted up again, making a mockery.

He said, "Su Xiang, how can you teach me about Fu Ying?"

"Now that he is ill, are you worried? Want to take him over? "

"What about the previous three years? Where were you when he wanted to find you?"

"Why did you accuse me of being unjust and righteous?"

Su Xiang tightened his eyebrows, his face reddened and his fist clenched: "Fu Hanchuan..."

Fu Hanchuan didn't give her a chance to speak at all, and continued: "you don't know anything..."

He took a deep look at her, turned back and sat back in the leather chair.

He put all the three years he had taken care of his children alone into the last heavy sentence.

Su Xiang breathed slightly, and his throat choked slightly.

Leaving aside the reason why she left Beicheng, he was the only one taking care of Fu Ying over the years.

The man didn't look at her again and buried himself in his work. A low voice came: "I'm busy..."

Su Xiang bit his lips and turned to the door with his palm on the doorknob.

At this time, the man's low voice came from behind: "he's at home. If you're worried, go and have a look."

Su Xiang opened the door with a click and went out.

Listening to the click of the door and the sound of sticking the door frame again, Fu Hanchuan put his quick finger on the keyboard and stopped.

He looked at a line of words on it, breathed heavily, took out a pack of cigarettes from the drawer, pulled out one and lit it.

In the misty white smoke, a line of words was written on the computer screen: even in the best marriage, there will be 200 thoughts of divorce and 50 impulses to strangle each other.

This is what the American writer Arsene Wenger said.

I heard someone say it occasionally. Somehow, he wrote it down.

That woman is getting bolder and bolder. She dares to mention that she wants to win Fu Ying.

Who lent her courage?

The woman really wanted to strangle her and shut her up when she was talking.

Fu Hanchuan was smoking, the tip of his tongue touched the filter, his fingers touched his lower lip, and a faint smile flashed across his eyes.

……

After su Xiang came out of the Fu Building, he immediately went to Guhua road.

She can't rest assured that she didn't see Fu Ying.

At Fu's villa, song's mother opened the door for her.

"Too..."

When song's mother saw Su Xiang, she always couldn't change her mouth. She opened her mouth and shouted. Then she realized and patted her head: "Oh, look at my brain..."

Su Xiang didn't care what song's mother called her at the moment. He said anxiously, "where's Fu Ying? Is he in the room?"

Song's mother nodded: "yes, yes, the doctor is there, too."

Su Xiang went straight to the children's ward. In the room, the little guy lay in bed with a wet towel on his forehead to cool down. When he saw Su Xiang coming in, he took off the towel and threw it aside angrily, and his head went to the side of the wall.

Before Qiao Shen left, he greeted Su Xiang: "Miss Su."

Su Xiang glanced at the little guy, nodded deeply at Joe, and then looked at the man standing on one side.

This is the family doctor of the Fu family. Su Xiang remembers him.

After Qiao Shen sent the child back, he called the doctor.

Su Xiang asked, "how about going to the hospital for infusion?"

The doctor put away the thermometer, looked at the quiet little guy, smiled and said to Su Xiang, "it doesn't matter. Children are naughty. They'll be fine after a rest. "

He said, as if he hadn't said anything, and then said, "if Miss Su can accompany him more, it should be better and faster."

Su Xiang only thought about the child's illness, but he didn't think much. He frowned and nodded: "OK, I know."

After seeing the doctor, he left. Qiao Shen had to go back to the company and go back to work. He greeted Su Xiang and left with the doctor.

Only Su Xiang and Fu Ying were left in the room.

Su Xiang closed the door, sat down by the bed, reached out and picked up the wet towel, went over it again in the cold water and put it on his son's head again.

"Is it hard?"

She touched her son's small face and neck, and then touched her own. She didn't feel so hot, and her hanging heart relaxed.

Fu Ying groaned and turned his back to her.

Su Xiang looked at the little guy. She went to school to pick him up these days. He didn't pay much attention to people.

I don't know what's going on.

Su Xiang thought he was having trouble with his classmates at school, but he couldn't ask him anything.

Seeing that it was still like this today, she took a breath, leaned down in front of her son and asked, "Fu Ying, what's the matter with you, why don't you pay attention to me?"

The warm breath brushed on his small face. Fu Ying drilled his head into the pillow. His small hand picked up the quilt and buried his face.

The voice in the quilt came: "why do you care about me?"

Su Xiang was stunned at this. Is it because of her that he is angry these days?

Su Xiang pulled off some of the quilt: "tell me, how are you angry with me? Shall I change it? "

Fu Ying's head moved and his breath was held in his stomach. He stretched out his hand and threw out the towel. Then he turned over and lay down again. He said angrily, "don't you just care about your game? Why are you still looking for me? "

The voice from the pillow contained the grievance complaint of the neglected child.

Su Xiang: "

Fu Ying's face was buried in the pillow, and Su Xiang could only see the back of his head.

After each promotion in the dance competition, there is more pressure. In order to get better grades, she must pay more attention.

But in this way, there is not so much care for children.

During this time, in order to focus on the game, she didn't prepare lunch for him at noon.

The child's complaint made Su Xiang feel guilty and contradictory.

She touched Fu Ying's soft hair and said, "Fu Ying, that's my mother's job."

"Didn't I tell you before? Didn't you tell me to come on? "

"Hum!" Fu Ying's heavy nasal sound made Su Xiang say nothing more and let him lose his temper.

Fu Ying felt a little sulky. He turned his head to the wall and said sullenly, "if it was her, she would put down all things to accompany me."

"In your heart, I'm not important to you at all."

Su Xiang was stunned: "she?"

Her heart sank. Who else could Fu Ying say "she"?

When Su Xiang was going to concentrate on the game, he had already done ideological work for Fu Ying. At this time, Fu Ying suddenly lost his temper. It was probably the woman who said something in front of him.

Su Xiang didn't immediately say anything about Chang Yan, but said, "Fu Ying, if my mother doesn't work hard, it will affect not only me, but also those who work hard for their dreams and those who work in my mother's studio."

"If there is no good result in the competition, many people can't earn more money and can't support their families."

Fu yingmo said, "that's their business. They can find other jobs."

Su Xiang frowned slightly. Fu Ying's idea... Even Mrs. Zhuoya wouldn't think so.

No matter how excessive the Fu family is, they have been trying to maintain Fu's position for the sake of tens of thousands of Fu's employees.

Su Xiang's eyes moved slightly, took out his mobile phone from his handbag and said, "OK, I'll call them and tell them that I want to accompany my son. Tell them to go to work for another boss. "

"They are disabled. If they have a kind boss, they should be able to accept them soon. If not, it doesn't matter. Just let them wait and they will always find a job. It's nothing to be hungry. "

"They are not as important as my son anyway."

Su Xiang said as he heard the sound of buttons on his mobile phone.

Fu Ying's body moved. He sat up and stared at Su Xiang with dark eyes. Su Xiang looked at him with eyes: "well, it's not happy?"

Fu Ying blushed, squeezed his small fist and said loudly, "I didn't tell you not to want them!"

Su Xiang smiled, pinched his son's little face and said, "you also think it's wrong, don't you?"

Fu Yingmao's eyes were closed, but he didn't speak, which showed that he acquiesced.

Su Xiang put away his mobile phone and seriously said to Fu Ying, "Fu Ying, mom doesn't want to tell you any truth now, but no matter what age, you should know the word 'responsibility'."

"Children have the responsibility of children, and adults have the responsibility of adults. When you grow up, the more things you encounter, the more responsibilities you will bear on your shoulders. "

"You can push it off, as long as you like." Su Xiang pointed to the little guy's chest, and then pointed to his own chest, "those people trust their mother, so they place their future life on me. My mother promised them. In my heart, I don't want to put them down. "

"Unless they take the initiative to leave me, I'll take care of them."

Fu Ying frowned and looked tangled.

He could understand her, but he was unwilling to admit that he was playing a small game.

Su Xiang looked at him, rubbed his hair and said, "are you hungry? Mother made you some wonton? "

Fu Ying glanced at her, lowered his head and grabbed the quilt.

Su Xiang lowered his head and teased him, "your favorite Kaiyang wonton?"

The hot breath sprayed on his neck. Fu Ying shrunk his neck and proudly turned his head. Su Xiang looked at his hanging lips and smiled: "OK, then you can breathe again for a while. Mom will make you wonton. "

Su Xiang went to the kitchen and opened the refrigerator. It was full of ingredients. Fortunately, she had the ingredients she wanted, otherwise she would go to the supermarket to buy them.

She took the things needed to make wonton, neatly placed them on the flow table, put on her apron and rolled up her sleeves to make wonton.

Mother song looked at Su Xiang's face and turned around and smiled secretly.

About an hour ago, Fu Hanchuan suddenly called home and asked her to go to the market to buy vegetables and prepare more.

Song's mother thought she was going to have guests at home. She rushed to the supermarket. As soon as her front foot arrived at the door, Qiao Shen came back with Fu Ying.

It turned out that the young master was ill.

Mother song thought the child was ill and had no appetite, so she asked her to buy more vegetables and choose what the child likes to eat for him.

It turned out that his wife came back to cook.

Su Xiang rubbed the dough. When he was quiet, he thought something was wrong.

The last time she came, the refrigerator was empty. She made instant noodles and grabbed cakes after searching. Why did she just see that the refrigerator was full?

Despite these doubts, this is the little wonton she made for Fu Ying again three years later.

Her hands are dexterous. She pinches one in one hand and puts it neatly on the plate. While boiling water, she fried the egg skin in another pan.

After a while, a pot of small wonton was ready. Su Xiang filled the bowl, left a bowl for mother song, and then took the bowl to Fu Ying's room.

The little guy sat on the bed reading. When he saw Su Xiang coming in, his head bowed and looked very serious.

Su Xiang didn't say anything. He sat down by the bed and said with a smile, "Fu Ying, mom, can you feed you?"

Fu Ying didn't look up, but when Su Xiang stretched out his spoon, the little guy looked up in time and swallowed the soft and fragrant wonton.

After eating a bowl, Su Xiang wiped his small mouth with a paper towel: "do you still eat?"

Fu Ying shook his head, yawned and said, "I'm full."

Seeing him drowsy, Su Xiang put the empty bowl on the bedside table, took his book in his hand and looked at it. It was an extracurricular reading for primary school.

The little guy picked up the quilt and lay down. Su Xiang said, "Fu Ying, mom hasn't slept with you for a long time. Shall I sleep with you?"

The little guy looked at her and nodded. His little face was a little red.

Su Xiang smiled, took off his shoes, picked up a corner of the quilt and lay in, holding his son in his arms.

She patted him with her hand and said, "Fu Ying, in fact, you're not ill, are you?"

The little guy looked at her in amazement. Su Xiang squinted at him. Fu Ying immediately turned his head and his little face burned red.

Su Xiang touched his hot little ear and sighed: "I'm your mother. I know if you're sick..."

I don't know if mother and son are connected. When she is far away, sometimes her body feels inexplicably uncomfortable and flustered. Such times are not many.

She thought maybe her son was ill.

But she can't come back

Su Xiang blinked and pressed the unbearable memories of the past to the bottom of her heart. She said, "you miss your mother so as to attract my attention, don't you?"

Fu Ying pursed his lips and finally agreed to speak. He said in a stuffy voice, "when you used to participate in the competition, you would be happy with me."

Fu Ying was young at that time. He only had a vague memory.

On TV, her students were performing, so she took his little hand and taught him.

That memory is far away from him. Some words Chang Yan said to him that day made him complain about Su Xiang. That's why he had such a story.

In fact, he has been in trouble for several days. She thinks he quarrels with his classmates at school.

Lian Liang told him that if he wanted to know if his mother really cared about him, he just wanted to see if she would come when she was ill.

Su Xiang touched his face, then squeezed his little hand and said, "mom is too busy to pay attention to your mood. Will you come and see their game later... "

In the conversation, their eyelids gradually sank, and the people hugging each other in the room fell asleep peacefully.

The sunshine outside the window gradually shifted from one end of the room to the other, and the bright yellow light gradually dyed the red of the sunset

……

Mother song looked at it. It was almost five o'clock. She hesitated to ask Su Xiang if she was coming to prepare dinner. The door locked behind her. As soon as Mother Song looked back, she said, "Mr. Fu, you're back."

I came back early this morning. The sun hasn't set yet.

Fu Hanchuan made a "um" sound and changed his shoes at the door. Turning around, he saw Mother Song's slightly fat body swinging towards Fu Ying's room.

The man's low voice sounded, "where are you going?"

Mother song stopped, turned her head, pointed to the direction of the children's room and said, "I'll ask Miss Su if she will cook dinner."

Fu Hanchuan was silent and said, "she hasn't gone back yet?"

Mother Song said, "I've been in the room with the young master."

Fu Hanchuan: "you go and cook dinner."

Mother song looked at him and nodded, "Oh, good."

When Fu Hanchuan came from the lobby and passed the living room, he put his briefcase on the armrest of the sofa, then went to the children's room and gently pushed the door open.

The light in the room was dim, and slight dust particles were flying in the light, which was quiet.

The man's eyes fell on the bed. The woman hugged a little boy with her head next to her head. Her body curled slightly and hugged the child in her arms.

In the room, there was her shallow breathing sound.

The man's eyes softened, and there was no cold light at the bottom of his eyes.

He leaned his arm against the door frame and looked at it for a while. His head gently leaned against the door frame. He kept looking at the soft face, and the corners of his lips bent unconsciously.

A long time ago, he slept with her like this, two heads next to each other

Su Xiang was always nervous about preparing for the game. She had a rare nap. In her sleep, she felt that a line of sight had been staring at her, like a wolf staring at her prey, or being burned by two fires, which made her uncomfortable.

Su Xiang frowned uncomfortably, opened his eyes immediately, looked along the line of sight, and saw Fu Hanchuan standing at the door.

Their eyes crossed in mid air.

Su Xiang was slightly stunned. The man only glanced at her and turned out.

Su Xiang glanced at the sky outside the window. The sky was dark red. She looked at the time with her mobile phone. She sighed slightly and got up with her quilt.

In the living room, the man stood by the sofa, took off his coat, took off the tie between his neck, and put it on his suit coat.

When Su Xiang went out, he saw the tall figure of the man standing, his shoulders hanging slightly, and a relaxed look after he came home from work.

Su Xiang only looked at his back and whispered, "Fu Ying is all right."

Then she went to the hall without trying to talk to him.

Fu Hanchuan didn't say anything. His eyes fell out of the window and his slender fingers loosened the two buttons between his neck.

Listen to the sound of the door opening, and then to the sound of gently closing the door.

Su Xiang stood at the entrance of the elevator, waiting for the arrival of the elevator.

She hung her head and was calm.

Fu Ying was fine, and she slept with him for a while. Such moments were too few for her.

So she didn't mean to take the opportunity to educate her children not to lie and pretend to be ill. She knew that the children were very sensible, that's good.

She didn't blame the child for pretending to be ill to scare her. He pretended to be ill just because he cared about her.

Su Xiang's heart was very warm, and his lips couldn't help cocking up.

When the elevator came, she looked up at the empty elevator car, turned her head, looked at the closed door of the Fu family, pulled her lips slightly, raised her feet and walked in.

Just as she reached out and pressed the door closing button, a tall figure suddenly flashed in. Su Xiang was startled and her fingers shrank back. When she saw the man in front of her, she stared at him and calmly stretched out her hand again.

At the same time, a big hand reached out and pressed the top floor key of the elevator.

Su Xiang glanced at the lighted button and looked up at the man.

Okay, what's he doing on the 18th floor?

But it was none of her business. Su Xiang didn't say a word. He took two steps inside and tried to distance himself from him.

Fu Hanchuan took his pockets with both hands, put his back against the steel plate of the elevator, and looked at the front indifferently.

The silence of the elevator was stifling, and the heart beat faster in this stifling feeling.

Su Xiang looked at the row of elevator buttons and watched the layers jump up.

Suddenly, a tall figure blocked her line of sight. The steel plate behind her was against an arm. She was sandwiched between the man and the steel plate and surrounded her with a faint smell of smoke.

Su Xiang was startled, frowned and raised his head. His eyes moved upward from the man's white shirt. His scattered shirt showed a piece of smooth wheat skin, and then to his prominent sexy Adam's apple.

Su Xiang's eyes only moved up a little and fell on the man's chin.

She said, "I shouldn't blame you for Fu Ying."

Just because he didn't educate Fu Ying into an unreasonable, resentful and selfish child, she shouldn't blame him for not taking good care of the child.

Fu Hanchuan pursed his lips and looked at her. In his indifferent eyes, his eyes were longing for her.

He didn't open his mouth and didn't retreat. Su Xiang slightly screwed off his eyebrows and said, "if you're chasing me for that car, I can pay you for repairing the car."

"But..."

The elevator stopped, and so did Su Xiang's words. As the elevator door opened, a light source in the outer corridor spilled in, but it was blocked by the man's back.

There was a voice. Fu Hanchuan turned his head and stepped into the elevator. When he saw the ambiguous posture in the elevator and the man's terrible eyes, he immediately retracted his feet.

Su Xiang watched the elevator door close slowly again from under his arm.

The man pinched her chin and forced her to look up at him. A low voice sounded, "but what?"

Looking at the fire at the bottom of his eyes, Su Xiang swallowed and said, "but if I want to thank you, it's impossible."

"I haven't forgotten how the car broke down. You remember, don't you? "

That night of extreme humiliation, she was filled with despair and anger.

Su Xiang looked directly at him with calm eyes.

Fu Hanchuan looked at her purplish red lips, which were dry and cracked because of the wind.

The man's Adam's apple rolled down, his fingers fell down, and his hoarse voice sounded again: "did I say what I wanted you to do for that car?"

Su Xiang looked away and said, "what are you chasing me for?"

"Ha ha..." the man suddenly smiled.

Su Xiang frowned and turned to look at him: "what are you laughing at?"

Fu Hanchuan said, "I just accidentally pressed the wrong key. Su Xiang, do you feel too good about yourself?"

Su Xiang: "

Fu Hanchuan, who has to carefully consider every step, will accidentally press the wrong key?

The up and down keys are so far apart that even Fu Ying can't cheat.

If Fu Ying, he would probably say: Dad, don't you have a fever, too?

Su Xiang sneered and didn't even want to talk.

Su Xiang was stunned by the touch of his lips. Before she could react, the man pressed her shoulder and pressed his lips against her.

A fire spread from the top of the head to the soles of the feet.

How could he do this!

Su Xiang bit his teeth and pushed them with both hands.

But her strength is as weak as a chicken compared with a tall and powerful man.

Her wrists were easily pinched, and her legs were also butted by his legs. The squeeze of his chest came from her chest. She couldn't move. She could only turn her head to avoid his strong kiss.

And he no longer attacked her lips and bowed his head to her neck. Su Xiang felt the tingling from the edge of his neck and shouted, "Fu Hanchuan!"

With a "Ding", the elevator reached the ground floor, and the door moved away silently.

Fu Hanchuan only took a bite on her neck and raised his head. Su Xiang stared at the man angrily, and he smiled at her with an evil face.

That smile gave her a creepy feeling that she could no longer escape.

He said, "if you dare to wrong me, this is your punishment."

"Well, you have to recognize it."

Su Xiang's cheeks were as red as fire, his eyes were slightly moist, and he was so angry that he wanted to scratch his heart.

She shouldn't take him too high, let alone share a confined space with him, so it wouldn't be like this.

Her chest heaved violently and earned her anger and said, "let go of me!"

Fu Hanchuan looked at her angry little face, glanced at his red palm pressed on the steel plate, and his heart was on fire.

Not to mention the totally inadequate kiss, she hated him kissing her so much?

Or insist on Guarding Qi Lingyang?

The man smiled wildly. His big hand easily pinched her two wrists, and the slightly thick thumb of the other hand wiped her dry lips and said, "Su Xiang, you are my wife, I should sleep with you."

Su Xiang's cheeks rose to drop blood. His struggling wrist finally got free and instinctively waved it in the past.

"Pop", the sound is not very loud.

This happened quickly, between electricity, light and flint.

After a second of silence, Fu Hanchuan smiled and looked at her with cold eyes: "why, don't you want to fight?"

"You didn't like me to kiss you very much before, and you offered to send it up? So... Are you willing? "

After saying that, his fingers slipped from her lips and fell on her chin. He picked it lightly and squeezed the fingers holding her other wrist as punishment, which completely released his hand.

Su Xiang was panting, her cheeks were purple and red, and her hands were numb. However, he always had the ability to turn black into white. It was better to stay away from danger than quarrel with him here.

Su Xiang hit him with all his strength and ran away when the elevator door was large enough for one person to go in and out.

Behind him came the man's dull Laughter: "Su Xiang, your lips are too dry and need to be moistened..."

Su Xiang covered his ears and ran faster.

When the elevator door was completely closed, Fu Hanchuan's smile fell down and his face was gloomy and shook his fist.

He looked down at his belly and took a deep breath.

He endured it until now, didn't see her, didn't force her, asked her to meet Fu Ying, and returned the car to her.

But she would not feel any change in him, and she was still full of defense and disgust for him.

Seeing the picture of her with Fu Ying, he couldn't control it.

She ignored him and completely ignored him, which made him out of control.

He remembered that a long time ago, he was in her eyes, and there was only this small home in her world.

Now, the light on her makes him unable to ignore.

She is like a reborn person, with softness in hardness and hardness in softness, which makes it difficult to look away from her.

But in her world, Fu Ying, her team and the child of the Qi family are all held on the tip of her heart, and even Qi Lingyang, but there is no him.

Fu Hanchuan chuckled and his eyes darkened.

After being silent for so long, it's time to remind her that she is still his fu Hanchuan's woman. Don't be too close to others, isn't she?

The elevator door opened and the man stepped out. Song's mother watched him go in and out, retracted her head into the kitchen and continued cooking.

Fu Hanchuan went to the children's room. Fu Ying just woke up. He rubbed his eyes sleepily and turned his head to look at the empty position next to him.

"Well?" Fu Hanchuan stood in front of the bed and looked at his son's ruddy face.

Fu Ying's small shoulder trembled slightly and said weakly, "Dad, I'm really... Really..."

Looking at the hot water bag pulled out by Fu Hanchuan from his schoolbag, Fu Ying's voice dropped and completely silenced.

At the moment, the hot water bag still carries some residual temperature. Fu Hanchuan threw the hot water bag on his bed and said, "get up for dinner when you get well."

Then he went out.

It turned out that after listening to Lian Liang's words, Fu Ying had a whim and quietly bought a small hot water bag.

In the afternoon, the more he thought about it, the more he felt wronged. He covered his body with a hot water bag and lied that he was ill.

Fu Hanchuan received a call from the school teacher. When he went to pick him up, he felt his schoolbag hot and felt something wrong.

The little guy insisted on not going to the hospital. There was something urgent to deal with at the company. Fu Hanchuan took him first.

The child refused to take medicine. Looking at his opened schoolbag, Fu Hanchuan became even more suspicious.

It can be said that this is actually a play directed by Fu Ying and cooperated by Fu Hanchuan. Strictly speaking, Su Xiang's accusation against Fu Hanchuan is not wrong.

It was only Fu Hanchuan who pretended to be confused and fooled around, completely confused Su Xiang's attention, and Fu Ying was exposed by Su Xiang and carried Lei.

At dinner, Fu Ying held a small bowl and secretly looked at his father from the edge of the bowl.

It's strange that his father didn't scold him when he lied and ran away from school.

Fu Ying grabbed his ears and said boldly, "Dad, I want to go to my mother and watch those people perform, OK?"

He added, "my mother used to take me to school to see them perform."

Fu Hanchuan looked at his son, gave another faint "um" and swallowed the last mouthful of rice.

Today's rice seems to have a foreign flavor

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