Chapter 256

"Huh?" Su Xiang hung his head and rubbed his numb legs. He didn't expect to hear any good words from his mouth. Sure enough, he heard the man say in a low voice: "did you say to her that you wanted revenge when you came back last year?"

Su Xiang's fingers stopped, looked up at him, nodded and said, "yes, that's right, I said."

But at that time, Mrs. Zhuoya talked to her and kept her away from her son. She didn't want to tangle with them any more, but now it seems that she should be happy at that time.

Her eyes were a little cool, just like the cold wind in spring. She looked at the man in front of her and said, "so what do you want?"

Fu Hanchuan looked at her cool eyes, smiled at the corners of his lips, turned his head to the front, and repeated her fearless three words: "how..."

She admitted happily, with an air of indifference.

He said, "do you know that you are fearless when you say it sounds good, and the soldiers will block it. When you say it sounds bad, you are not afraid of hot water. You are so afraid of trouble?"

Su Xiang was stunned, then sneered and said, "I'm afraid of trouble. Won't those troubles find me?"

People say that misfortune comes out of the mouth and must be cautious in words and deeds. But she is just a mute who stays closed and can be sent out as a tool. What else can she do?

The sun is rising, and the surrounding area is becoming more and more lively. There are vehicles passing by the road from time to time, and the whistle of cars in the distance comes from the corner of the park.

Fu Hanchuan was silent for a few seconds and turned to look at her. The woman's small face was facing the front, and his lips pursed a stubborn look. He suddenly sneered and said, "well, since you caused it, you clean up the mess."

Su Xiang started to get angry as soon as she heard it. She suddenly stood up, stared at him and said, "Fu Hanchuan, why do you want me to clean up this mess? What does it have to do with me? "

Fu Hanchuan looked up at her with a smile on his lips, a mockery on his face, and clearly wrote a few words in his eyes: aren't you afraid of trouble?

Su Xiang angrily skimmed his head and ground his teeth. Then she sat down and said, "believe it or not, since I said those agreements, I won't go back and make things happen."

Fu Hanchuan didn't speak, the bench was silent, a gust of wind blew, the tree tops rustled, and several perched birds flew up.

Another car Lama screeched on the road behind him. Fu Hanchuan frowned and seemed to be tired of such noise. He suddenly stood up, as if to shake off the grass scraps on his trouser legs and stamped his feet. Su Xiang noticed the movement and looked at his feet.

The black leather shoes are shiny, the toe cap is shining in a circle, and the pants have a sense of verticality, wrapping his long legs. With such a leg shape, you can probably make a leg model.

Su Xiang looked up at the man with his long legs. He didn't know what he wanted.

Fu Hanchuan lowered his eyes, glanced at her with his narrow eyes and said, "go and pick up Fu Ying."

Su Xiang was stunned again. He didn't know him anymore. He only said this, and then raised his feet to the road ahead. Su Xiang followed him, grabbed his ears, looked at the tall figure in front, and always felt that he was strange.

There was nothing to say all the way. At the villa, Fu Hanchuan stood at the door to unlock the code lock. Su Xiang stood behind him with some excitement in his heart.

This place has been here once since she returned to Beicheng, and this time, she came to pick up Fu Ying.

The door opened twice, and Fu Hanchuan walked in without looking back. Mother song was arranging Fu Ying to have breakfast. When she saw Fu Hanchuan, she probably didn't expect him to come back at this time, stunned and said, "Mr. Fu, have you come back so early?"

Didn't you say that my wife fainted abroad?

Fu Hanchuan faintly eh, walked forward and stood in the restaurant. As soon as his tall figure moved, Su Xiang, who was completely covered by him, was exposed behind him. Mother Song's eyes widened immediately: "madam!"

Su Xiang didn't adapt to this title so much. He reluctantly smiled and said, "Song Ma."

Mother song looked at Fu Hanchuan and Su Xiang. For a moment, she couldn't understand what was going on between them. Why did they come back together early in the morning? Did her wife go to Belgium? No, it's impossible

Just when song's mother was confused, Fu Ying saw that Su Xiang had no intention to eat breakfast. He blinked and asked, "Mom, why did you come back with dad?" With that, he turned his head and looked at Fu Hanchuan standing behind him.

Su Xiang looked at Fu Hanchuan, looked at Fu Ying, pondered and said, "Fu Ying, from today on, will you live in Xiangyuan?"

Fu Ying's small mouth looked at her, and then looked at Fu Hanchuan: "Dad?"

Mother song couldn't believe it either. She said with a surprised look on her face, "young master, will you live there?" She turned her head and looked at Fu Hanchuan.

Everyone knows that Fu Ying is the young master of the Fu family. This is not a small matter. No one can easily believe it without Fu Hanchuan's personal confirmation. Therefore, the three lines of sight in the room fell on Fu Hanchuan.

Fu Hanchuan's breath was slightly heavy, and his tone towards Fu Ying was not very good. He said, "you can stay there for a few days first. Grandma is ill and hospitalized. There are many things in the company. I don't have time to take care of you. "

Although song's mother took care of his food and clothing at home, after all, the child was a naughty age and a lawless master. No one could stare at him. In front of Su Xiang, the boy can be honest.

Yesterday, Fu Hanchuan went to Belgium in a hurry. He only told Fu Ying on the phone, so Fu Ying knew that Mrs. Zhuoya was ill. Now, listening to him, he asked in fear, "isn't grandma well?" Grandpa is also ill

Fu Ying lowered his eyelids, hung his head wantonly, and poked the sun eggs on the plate.

Fu Hanchuan looked at him, reached out and rubbed his hair and said, "it's all right. I'll be back soon."

Su Xiang looked at Fu Ying and was distressed to see him like this. No matter how Mrs. Zhuoya is, she is obsessed with Fu Ying, and the children have deep feelings for her.

Fu Hanchuan turned his head and said to song's mother, "Song's mother, go and pack his luggage for a week." He looked at Su Xiang again. "Later, teacher Wu will come and take him to school, and I will tell her what happened later."

Su Xiang nodded: "well, OK."

After listening to Fu Hanchuan's instructions, Mother Song immediately agreed to pack Fu Ying's luggage. After a while, she efficiently pulled out a suitcase and laid it at the foot of the table.

At this time, the big white cat was probably awakened by the vibration of the wheel. He turned out of the study, meowed, tilted his tail to Fu Hanchuan's feet, rubbed it twice, and screamed at him again, as if questioning why he didn't come back yesterday.

Su Xiang looked at the cat. Of course, he remembered that it was the cat picked up by Fu Hanchuan. Three years ago, she was a small milk cat with a big palm. She was thin and fierce. She didn't feed it less. Now she is fat and coquettish, but she doesn't remember her anymore.

Fu Hanchuan looked down at the cat at his feet. The black trouser legs were stained with some white hair, black and white. He kicked the cat away: "go."

The cat meowed again, jumped to the suitcase, sat there licking its paws and washing its face.

When there was nothing to say, the atmosphere became subtle. In the embarrassing few minutes, there was only such a cat to see. After a while, Mr. Wu came. Fu won the school point and was picked up by Mr. Wu for class. He looked at Fu Hanchuan: "Dad, didn't you say to go to Xiangyuan?"

Fu Hanchuan looked at his son and his forehead jumped. He said angrily, "I told you to go after school. Who told you to go now. Go to class! "

As soon as he spoke, Fu Ying naturally didn't dare to provoke him again. He followed Mr. Wu with his schoolbag on his back. Su Xiang looked at Fu Ying and went out. He picked up his suitcase and whispered to Fu Hanchuan, "then... I'll go too."

With that, she silently took the suitcase to the door. When the suitcase moved, the cat would jump down from it and squat on Fu Hanchuan's side to watch her leave. The door closed. The big white cat shouted at Fu Hanchuan, meow

Fu Hanchuan took back his eyes from the door, looked down at the cat, said nothing and turned into the bedroom.

Mother song still clubbed in the restaurant, looked at the dishes that had not been cleaned up, looked at the direction of the bedroom, and looked at the direction of the door. After working in the Fu family for so many years, she had never had such a day, which made people confused.

Sir actually asked his wife to take the young master away?

Her main task in this family is to take care of the young master. What should she do these days?

Fortunately, mother song was not too sad. After cleaning up the tableware on the table and putting it in the kitchen, she returned to the master bedroom and knocked on the door: "Mr. Fu, have you had breakfast? Do you want me to do something for you?" Just now she saw that his face was not very good. She should be very tired.

Inside the door, Fu Hanchuan loosened the two buttons between his neck, took off his tie and threw it on the bed. He sat down and said coldly, "no need."

Although I went to the old house and ate something there, I didn't eat much later because I was at war with Fu Zhengnan. At this time, I lost my appetite.

Outside, mother song gave a sigh. She always felt that something was going to happen to the family. I hope it wasn't too bad.

Fu Hanchuan listened to the footsteps walking away from the door and picked off his hair. The room was quiet and quiet. Fu Hanchuan did not sit for long. He got up and unbuttoned his shirt one by one. When he arrived in the bathroom, his shirt had been taken off, revealing his strong and symmetrical figure.

The water mist in the bathroom is shrouded, and the spray drops on the top of the head are sprayed down, falling down along the skin texture along with the white foam.

The man leaned his back against the wall, closed his eyes and let the spray wash his cheeks.

"Yes, yes, I did."

"So what do you want?"

A woman's righteous face came to mind.

Even if she wants revenge, what else can he do? He can only suffer.

He had no choice but to hook up the corners of his lips, turned off the shower, picked up the bath towel on the towel shelf, wiped it casually, wrapped his nightgown around his body and went out.

At this time, the sun just outside the window shines brightly on the blue quilt when it is projected on the bed. The man went to the bedside table, picked up the watch, looked at it, put it down, turned on a lamp, went to the window, pulled all the curtains up, and suddenly the whole room was dark and couldn't get in.

Fu Hanchuan went back to the side of the bed, opened the quilt and lay in. He didn't sleep all day and night. At this time, he should be very sleepy, but he opened his eyes and looked at the flower board that day. He was sleepless.

He took a long breath, turned over his body and forced to close his eyes. A few minutes later, his eyes opened again. In addition to the unabated red blood, his eyes were still clear.

Hell, he thought that this comfortable latex mattress was not as easy to sleep as the hard park bench whose legs couldn't stretch straight.

Fu Hanchuan turned over and sat up, patted the pillow behind him, turned the pillow over and lay down. What he thought was the faint fragrance of her body.

He took a long breath. He got up again. When he went outside, mother song was cleaning. She was stunned when she saw him coming out in his nightgown: "Mr. Fu, don't you go to the company?"

In the past, even if he just came back from a business trip, he would never have a rest. He went to the company instead of the study. It was rare to see him do nothing.

Didn't you just say that the company was busy?

Fu Hanchuan walked to the kitchen, took a glass of wine, poured it out, and saw the big white cat squatting on the balcony heartlessly knocking at cat beans. He glanced faintly and turned his head into the bedroom.

The man sat on the sofa with a cell phone in one hand and a wine glass in the other. He took a sip, turned the mobile phone page with his other hand, looked at the information rolling on it from time to time, and a cold smile appeared on his lips.

He put his mobile phone back on the tea table and drank all the red wine in one gulp. His fingers on the tea table slowly turned the cup, and his eyes were full of cold light.

He stood up and walked to the side of the bed. The door was not closed tightly. The big white cat walked in, squatted under the bed and looked up. His tail shook slowly.

A long quilt bulged, and the man lay on his back with his eyes closed and his breath steady and long. At the corner of the bed, a white cat was there, its ears moved occasionally, and its tail circled most of its body.

Fu Hanchuan didn't go to Fu's for three days in a row. Fu Zhengnan was in charge of the company, and there was no big chaos. There were more board meetings than usual.

During this period, no statement came out, nor did Su Xiang's studio, which made the content described in those articles more realistic. But neither Fu nor Chang made any response. It seems that they want to deal with it coldly. With the passage of time, the news on the hot search has gradually cooled down, but the company's share price has not risen to the original point, which has hurt its reputation in the end.

For those business people with a keen sense of smell, they began to hear some rumors that Fu Hanchuan was elevated by the board of directors.

In a Japanese restaurant, several men and women gathered here, beautifully decorated boxes, and the clothes of men and women showed no low grade.

One of the women in Dior's spring clothes smiled at Liang Yihui and said, "Yihui, you said Lu Weiqi came back, really or not, shouldn't you lie to us?"

Chen chenbai glanced at her and choked, "really or not, you won't see Vicky when she comes." What nonsense, silly X. Vicky is also true. Just have a dinner with some of their friends. Why do you call these people here.

Lu Weiqi was jailed. These people immediately took the helm and joined other celebrities. They came to this restaurant only for the purpose of watching jokes. Why do they feel uncomfortable for themselves.

The woman was choked and not angry. She glanced at the door, looked up at the Dior watch on her wrist and said, "it's getting late. Why don't you see anyone? I have another appointment later." If she didn't want to see how the swan princess fell down, she wouldn't come here.

A woman just wants to leave at a glance, so that she can have new conversation in other celebrity circles. Just after she finished, another woman in Dior's dress smiled and said, "Wendy, what's your hurry? It's rare for everyone to get together. It's been a long time since we played together."

It sounds like she's trying to make things right, but the next sentence shows that she has the same purpose of watching jokes. The woman turned her eyes and said with a smile, "you say, how's Vicky now? Her foot was injured so badly that she went to Canada after she was released from prison. Has she been cured? "

How eye-catching the swan princess in those years is. She is elegant, beautiful and noble, exquisite in all aspects and has broad contacts. Almost all beautiful words can be used on her. Even the children of Wang Jue abroad are her guests. They can only watch her in the corner and talk with others.

And now?

Women especially point to the word "get out of prison". With these two words, they deliberately draw the identity boundary with Lu weiqi, and the meaning of contempt and ridicule is self-evident.

I'll call everyone out as soon as I get back. I'm not here to borrow money, am I?

Chen Chen is angry when he listens. He gets out of prison with his mouth open and his foot hurts with his mouth closed. Is he here to make trouble!

When she was angry, there was a Japanese voice outside the door. When the door was opened, Lu weiqi, dressed in a light yellow floral dress, stood at the door with a silver handbag in her hand. She wore light makeup, her eyebrows were light Dai, her lips were vermilion, her long curly hair was tied into a loose bun, and only two strands of broken hair hung down on both sides of her cheeks. Her face was ruddy and looked very good. Lu Weiqi smiled. She was still as elegant and noble as before. Her prison life of more than two years should make her haggard and old, but she seemed more beautiful“ Thank Miss Dong for her concern. My foot has been cured. " She looked at the talking woman and took off her little sheepskin shoes. The waiter of the Japanese material store immediately handed over wooden clogs and slippers. Lu Weiqi looked and stepped on them slowly. Everyone's eyes were fixed on her feet. Her toes are white and bright. She dances ballet all year round, and her feet should be deformed. Therefore, she didn't like to show her feet in front of people, but at this time, she not only shows generously, but also doesn't mind others staring at her feet. Her foot had been corrected, and her ankle injury had been cured. She was no different from normal people. She walked steadily without any sign of lameness. People saw her walking steadily from the door to the table. Lu Weiqi sat down safely under the gaze of the people, smiled at the people and said, "haven't been together for a long time. Are you all right?" A word, everyone seemed to wake up from a dream, and felt that she was still Lu weiqi, elegant and generous, which was everyone's eyes. But although she doesn't seem to have changed much, she can feel that her aura has become strong. If she used to wrap her strength and status with tenderness and affinity, astringed her sharp edges and corners, and made her sleek and sophisticated, then now she has gone to that affinity and turned herself into fierce and strong, revealing a breath of coercion. Lu Weiqi's last eyes fell on the Miss Dong. The woman stammered a little, looked at her and said, "OK, ok..." Lu Weiqi smiled and put the silver handbag on her side. Women are sensitive to famous brand bags. When they look at the handbag, Wendy suddenly widened her eyes and said in surprise: "Vicky, is your handbag master Bi's work?" Master Bi's level belongs to master Buddha's level in the fashion circle. Many top designers are his disciples. His works are hard to find. You can buy a suite at the price of this handbag! Lu Weiqi smiled and said, "it's just a handbag. What's this?" With her arm swinging, the green ring connecting the shoulder strap on her skirt shoulder flashed soft light under the light. Miss Dong looked and swallowed the water channel: "Vicky, your skirt is also master Bi's handwriting?" That ring is jade. Master Bi used Chinese jade to integrate into clothing for the first time, integrating classical and fashion. It is his new series. Lu Weiqi doesn't show the mountain and dew, but she wears two suites! Chen Chen looked at the two women and their eyes were almost staring out. He turned his eyes and said sarcastically, "have you seen enough? Have you eaten yet? These sashimis are all transported by air. If you don't eat them, they won't be fresh. " Lu Weiqi smiled and said, "yes, what are you looking at me for? Can I look better than these food?" Japanese cuisine, sashimi platter is good-looking. Fresh sashimi is original and can be dipped with a little soy sauce. But after time, without the authenticity of the food, it has no characteristics. They then picked up chopsticks and ate. Another man looked at Lu weiqi and said curiously, "weiqi, I heard you went to Canada. What adventure did you encounter?" She is no longer the swan princess, and the Lu family has declined. How can she remain so dazzling? No, it is more dazzling than in the past. Lu Weiqi only drank tea and didn't touch those exquisite daily materials. She turned her eyebrows and looked at the past with fierce eyes: "in the opinion of Childe Zhou, what should I be like?" The man was photographed by her eyes and reluctantly smiled and said, "Vicky, you are naturally the princess in our hearts." At this time, Lu Weiqi put down her tea cup and said with a smile, "I just learned to make some investment when I was injured. It's nothing." Liang Yihui hasn't said a word since she appeared, but he has been paying attention to everything about her. At this time, he glanced at the platter on the table and said, "weiqi, you used to like to eat these Japanese materials. Why don't you move your chopsticks?" This novel has been translated by www.novelhall.com and if you are reading this somewhere, they have stolen our translation.