What Fu Zhengnan meant, of course Mrs. Zhuoya knew.

Qi Lingyang gave up the inheritance of the Fu family and followed that dumb man away, which has always made him haunted.

She seemed to have been pricked by a needle, and exclaimed, "What do you say, the sin I have created!"

Her elegant face instantly became hideous: "Fu Zhengnan, if it weren't for the romantic debt you owe, would such a thing happen?"

"This evildoer must be talking about yourself!"

Fu Zhengnan was already angry, Zhuo Ya was excited, his eyes turned scarlet and said, "Shut up! Do you know what the situation is now!"

He gasped and pointed at her viciously, "You!

Mrs. Zhuoya was beaten by her son before, and now she was scolded by her husband, and she was sad and aggrieved for a while, and her eyes became sour. She said in a slightly nasal voice: "Fu Zhengnan, Hanchuan is also your son." He is the heir of the Fu family, so you feel so uncomfortable, you have to let that wild seed sit on it, you are happy?"

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

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

Whoever is the heir of the Fu family is his son, and it only depends on who can take the Fu family to a higher place. And Zhuoya's wild seed, in the current situation, made him even more angry.

Mrs. Zoya looked at his face that instantly turned cold, and her heart became even more sad and indignant.

She has been married to him for decades, and he doesn't care about their husband and wife at all, he only thinks about the dead woman, and even if he finds a mistress, he has to be the same as that woman.

Even the woman's son, he has to do everything possible to get it back.

Mrs. Zhuo Ya quickly took two steps forward, until she reached Fu Zhengnan's side, and said aggressively: "Am I wrong? He was originally a wild seed, is there his name on your Fu family's genealogy!"

"Your woman has long been married to someone else, and she gave your son to another man to raise, that 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 the relationship between father and son, and they want to be Qi Haipeng's son!"

"Do you think that if you give some money, you will be able to buy people's hearts and make you feel at peace?"

"Fu Zhengnan, can you still have another face! The sins you have created are much deeper than mine!"

This is a scene between Fu Zhengnan and his wife in private, countless quarrels, countless mutual tearing scars.

But this time, Mrs. Zoya had never said such a serious word, nor was she so hysterical.

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

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

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

She sneered, her fading face grim and sarcastic.

"Are you anxious for that wild seed and that dumb man?"

"Isn't that great? Wild breed with mute, perfect match!"

She wished that they would get married as soon as possible, and it was best to do it in a big way, so that everyone knew that the dumb man married Qi Lingyang and would never enter the door of the Fu family.

A vase smashed to the ground, and the shattered porcelain pieces bounced off the hard tiles.

The more the two of them quarreled, the more they knotted, and the servants in the house shrank to the side, not daring to say anything, nor to call anyone.

Who can say the things in this wealthy family clearly, and who can manage them?

……

Su Xiang didn't know what Fu Zhengnan was in his heart after the conversation with Fu Zhengnan, and no matter what he thought, it was probably because of the anger accumulated for many years that came out, and this night, she slept very calmly.

It's just that in my dream, I ate that dish of Japanese tofu again.

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

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

In the kitchen, Su Xiang put the tofu cut into a centimeter thick and coated it in starch, and then put it into the oil pan to fry it piece by piece, the oil bubbles rolled, and watched the tofu gradually turn golden brown.

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

Qi Lingyang came down from upstairs and saw Su Xiang working in the kitchen in his pajamas. Her hair was haphazardly pulled up with a hairstick, and the shredded hair fell to her neck, and her fair skin shone with the morning light.

She is holding a spatula in her hand, and her face is not powdered, but she does not have the appearance of a yellow-faced woman as people say, but it makes people feel warm, so warm that people will get great satisfaction when they see her in the morning.

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

Qi Lingyang laughed, quickly pecked her face, rested 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 with a beloved in his arms.

He glanced at the contents of the pot and asked curiously, "Why do you get up and do this?"

Su Xiang turned his head to look at him, and said with a slight smile: "I ate that dish yesterday and thought it was delicious, so I made it myself and ate it." ”

Qi Lingyang watched her pour the prepared tomato meat sauce on the tofu, this dish Su Xiang occasionally makes, I don't know why she ate that dish yesterday, and made it deliberately today.

"You taste it. ”

Qi Lingyang glanced at her, picked up the chopsticks on the side and took a bite, tasting the taste, feeling a little strange, but what was strange and couldn't say.

He frowned, and took another bite in Su Xiang's expectant gaze: "Why do I think that this taste seems to be similar to yesterday's?"

Qi Lingyang only talked to Fu Zhengnan last night, and didn't pay much attention to the taste of the dish, but now that he tasted it again, he felt a little weird.

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

"So you deliberately did it again, to see if it was really the same as you?"

Su Xiang nodded: "I plan to go there again." ”

Qi Lingyang wrinkled his eyebrows: "Do you think that person may be your mother's deceased?"

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

Su Xiang wants to find out the truth about how he was poisoned and dumb back then, and Su Mingdong and his wife have both passed away, so they can only find clues from the living.

So many years have passed, especially in such a long time, and it is difficult to find people back then.

Since Su Xiang can remember, she has been a mute, hidden in the boudoir by Su Mingdong, if it weren't for the Su family going bankrupt, she wouldn't be known.

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

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

It is said that Su Run should have lived a very ostentatious life with such a large sum of money from Mrs. Zhuoya, and I don't know what the couple has done in the past three years, I only heard that they offended the Japanese black B gang, and now they are hiding everywhere, and it is even more difficult to find someone.

And now that there is suddenly such a line, of course Su Xiang doesn't want to let it go.

Qi Lingyang said: "But the Pillow Garden has to make an appointment, and if you go over suddenly, you may not be able to see him." ”

The name of that villa is called Pillow Garden, a strange name, but some people say that it means to sit back and relax, so it has attracted so many dignitaries and nobles, even if the place is remote.

However, that person is also a very rigid person, and if you don't make an appointment in advance, you won't be accepted for any amount of time.

Su Xiang smiled, lowered her head and put some of the tofu in a bento box, she said, "Of course not today." ”

Qi Lingyang looked at her: "Then ...... you?"

He understood, "You're going to school?"

Su Xiang smiled slightly and said, "Fu Ying also likes to eat this dish." I want to send it to school and make him lunch. ”

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

Su Xiang's smile diminished, and she said, "I can't see you, but it's always okay to send a lunch." ”

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

This taste, Fu Ying must be able to eat it.

Qi Lingyang opened her mouth, wanting to say that the school listed her as a stranger, and would not transfer stranger's food to students, but seeing her expectation, it was difficult to say anything.

Su Xiang closed the lid of the lunch box, smiled at Qi Lingyang and said, "Breakfast is ready, you eat first, I'll go wash my face and brush my teeth, and let the pearls get up by the way." ”

Qi Lingyang saw that she was in good spirits for another day, smiling brightly, and patted the top of her hair: "Go ahead." ”

These days, she goes out energetically every day, and then comes back with a lonely face, which makes him feel distressed.

Watching Su Xiang walk out briskly, his eyes sank.

After Su Xiang washed, he woke up Pearl, and the little girl opened her confused eyes and her shaggy hair was unkempt.

Su Xiang pinched her tender little face: "Morning, pearl." ”

"Ma Ma ......" The little girl grinned, her eyebrows and eyes were crooked to show a few millet teeth, hugging Su Xiang's neck and kissing her first.

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

will walk, and the first thing I do when I wake up is to rub her coquettishly.

Su Xiang changed her diaper, hugged her to wash, and then let her sit on the bed, went to the closet to pick out the clothes she wanted to wear, and when she turned around, the little girl was gone.

Su Xiang looked for her clothes and watched Qi Lingyang hugging her halfway up the stairs: "Little short legs, you can only run around when you walk." Such a high place......"

Before Qi Lingyang finished preaching, the little girl kissed him on the face, and called sweetly: "Baba......"

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

As soon as he heard that she was coquettish, Qi Lingyang instantly changed his preaching, and the little girl's sycophant slapped him.

Su Xiang smiled and said, "Little drama spirit, are you still wearing clothes?"

The little girl immediately smiled, squinted her eyes, and stretched out her little arms at her.

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

Whenever Su Xiang was working, Xiao Pearl was obediently painting in her office, not noisy or noisy.

On the floor covered with spacers, the little girl's graffiti was scattered all over the floor.

Although the little girl is not very good at talking, she has a talent for painting, and her paintings have the taste of abstract paintings.

The busy morning passed like this, Su Xiang sent out the newly choreographed dance score, raised his head and rubbed his sore neck, and when he turned around, Xiao Pearl was already lying on the floor and asleep.

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

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

Su Xiang carried Pearl back to the bedroom, instructed the maid at home to watch her, and then walked out with the lunch box made in the morning.

Su Xiang was already very familiar with the road to Beicheng Experimental Primary School, and she couldn't hide a smile when she looked at the lunch box on the front of the car.

When I arrived at the school, there was a private car parked at the door, and several parents asked the security guard to deliver the lunch box to a certain classroom and a certain classmate.

Su Xiang walked over, a little apprehensive in his heart, and squeezed the lunch box tightly.

She stepped forward and said, "Can you help me transfer the lunch to Fu Ying, who is in the annual class?"

……

The last class of the morning was physical education, and in the second half of the class, the teacher let the children practice playing badminton one-on-one.

Fu Ying hates playing the most, he is so hungry at this time, how can he have the strength to play.

He lazily waved a few air shots, and quietly slipped away while the teacher was not paying attention.

Take a stroll in the garden first, and then show up again at the end of class, and then no problem.

As he passed the garden, he glanced at the school gate and was not in a good mood.

It's here to deliver food again, and the school obviously has an order, so why do they have to come to deliver food, as if they eat pig food, and they don't care about food at all, it's wasteful.

If he was upset, he asked his father to tell the school to ban all meals and starve them for a few meals!

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

Yesterday he didn't hear clearly, as if someone was looking for him.

Teacher Wu was so mysterious that he didn't even tell him.

Fu Ying changed his mind, walked to the school gate, and quietly slipped to the security room while the security guard was receiving the lunches.

He opened one of the bento boxes to see what was inside, when he heard a strange noise.

"Can you help me transfer the lunch to Fu Ying, who is in the first class a year?"

Fu Ying's little body stiffened, he heard it right, did someone really come looking for him?

The security guard saw Su Xiang, and the teacher also gave a special explanation, so he said with a cold face: "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, nonsense." ”

Fu Ying listened to the two of them arguing, and raised his body slightly to look out.

That man, he seems to have seen somewhere. Fu Ying furrowed his little eyebrows and thought deeply.

Su Xiang was ruthlessly rejected by the security guard again, and the parents who were still waiting for the food delivery next to her began to chatter, looking at her with vigilant eyes.

"What kind of person is this, the security guard said that he is not the child's parent, is it a liar?"

"Who knows, crooks nowadays have all kinds of tricks. ”

"Security guards, this kind of person, you must be careful, just in case. ”

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

Su Xiang felt uncomfortable, she just came to deliver lunch, and she had to be treated as a liar who abducted and sold children.

Su Xiang looked at this situation, and it was not good to continue arguing, if these parents really regarded her as a liar and became angry, she would suffer.

Su Xiang pinched the lunch box, turned around with a throat, and walked towards the car.

At this moment, a childish voice came from behind her.

"Hey, are you looking for me?"

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

Su Xiang's heartbeat seemed to have stopped, and his whole person froze, and even his breathing tightened.

When she thought she would not see the child, she suddenly gave her such a surprise.

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

He heard it very clearly, Fu Ying, who was in the first class a year.

There is only one child named Fu Ying in the class a year.

Su Xiang took a deep breath and calmed down her beating heart, she turned around and looked at the little boy in front of her, tears welling up in her excited eyes.

"Yes, it's me. She choked slightly, she couldn't say anything nervous, she looked at the little guy carefully, and didn't let go of everything.

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

It's becoming more and more like Fu Hanchuan.

Fu Ying looked at the tearful woman in front of him, but took a step back in horror.

What are you crying about, what are you going to do!

Su Xiang blinked his eyes and pressed down the sourness under his eyes. She half-squatted down, squeezed a smile and said, "Fu Ying, do you remember me?"

Fu Ying tilted his head to look at her, and when she turned around just now, he recognized it.

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

He also chased him out, chased him so far that he almost lost himself.

Fu Ying was in a very bad mood when he thought of the reason why he chased him out in the first place.

"Who are you, and what are you looking for me?"

Su Xiang's breath was suffocated, and the pain in his chest spread.

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

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

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

- Fu Ying, I'm a mother, don't you remember me?

Fu Ying's face changed, and the whole person froze, looking at Su Xiang in a daze.

In his vague memory, there seems to be such a person, she always speaks with her hands, and she also holds his little hand to teach him to gesture.

After a few seconds, he shouted, "You nonsense!"

His little face was tense, his brows were furrowed, and he pointed at Su Xiang and said, "You are not my mother!"

"My mom is mute, she can't speak, you're a liar!"

"You want to cheat me out and ask my dad for money, right?"

Su Xiang's whole person was not well, she said eagerly: "I have cured my illness, I can speak now." Fu Ying, you believe me, I am really your mother. ”

- I'm your mother.

Su Xiang gestured in sign language again.

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

After Su Xiang left, no one used sign language in front of Fu Ying anymore, three years have passed, and there is not much sign language in his memory, but he still remembers the word "mother".

Fu Ying watched her hands quiet down, but her heart was messy, Su Xiang picked up the lunch box and opened the lid of the box, leaned over to him and said, "You taste it, this is what you ate when you were a child, isn't that the taste?"

The things made in the morning, after a few hours, even if there is an insulation layer to keep them warm, it has become warm at this time, Fu Ying looked at the red slimy things, and said angrily: "I don't want to eat it, do you want to poison me!"

Su Xiang looked at those tofu and regretted it a little, she should have done it later.

It was that dream that made her wake up and do it, but she didn't think about it so thoughtfully.

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

Fu Ying was staring at her mouth tightly at this time.

Su Xiang looked into his eyes, vigilant and curious, she somewhat understood that the only thing Fu Ying might remember about her was that she was a mute.

Once, Mrs. Zhuoya said to her that if she left early, then when Fu Ying grew up, she would not know that the mother who gave birth to him was a mute and would not be ridiculed.

Fortunately, their mother and son have not been separated for that long, and Fu Ying's memory fragments still have her.

But it was precisely because she could already speak that the child was confused.

Su Xiang smiled and gestured with sign language again.

While gesturing, he said in his mouth: "Your name is Fu Ying, born in 2015, and your birthday is March 12th, which is Arbor Day." In your glass house, there are three yew trees, one every year, which I bought and put in it. ”

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

The fourth, that is, when Fu Ying was three years old, she moved out of Fu's house, and the fourth yew tree was in the apartment in Chawan. When she decided to leave, she planted the little sapling in the garden downstairs.

Not long after she returned, 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, I have a lot of flowers at home." ”

Su Xiang thought about it, he was still so young, where could he tell what yew was, so she continued: "My name is Su Xiang, and you liked to stick to me the most when you were a child. When you were three years old, I used to give you a remote-piloted plane as a birthday present, is that plane still there?"

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

"The plane, it's red, and there's a little beta mouse painted on its tail......"

Fu Ying lowered his eyelids, as if thinking about something, and his little hand pinched the edge of his pants, getting tighter and tighter.

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

"You're not my mother!"

The little guy's little face was flushed, his dark eyes were full of tears, and he glared at Su Xiang with hatred.

Su Xiang was stunned, not knowing why he suddenly lost his temper.

His eyes were like a knife, stabbing her fiercely.

Mother and son were heart-to-heart, and when she saw the tears in his eyes, she knew that the child had remembered her.

But he didn't want to admit her.

"Fu Ying......" She reached out to take his little hand, and at the same time, another voice called him.

"Fu Ying ......"

A little girl stands at the crossbar of the gate with a badminton racket in her hand, looking this way.

"Fu Ying, why did you get out, the school is not allowed to go out. ”

At this time, the security guard also saw that a child sneaked out while he was not paying attention, and hurriedly ran over.

"Which class are you from, why did you run out, hurry back!"

Cold sweat came out of the security guard's forehead, and he almost had an accident.

He stood in front of Fu Ying, blocked the person behind him, and glared at Su Xiang viciously: "If you continue to entangle like this, I will call the police!"

"What kind of police, she didn't do anything to me!" the little adult Fu Ying shouted back.

"I'm annoyed!" the little guy muttered, didn't look at Su Xiang again, and walked back to the school gate with his feet kicked.

Su Xiang saw that Fu Ying was getting farther and farther away from her, and the soreness in her heart spread, so she could only bite her lip to prevent herself from crying.

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

She looked at the kicked over lunch box on the ground, squatted down, grabbed the broken Japanese tofu back into the box piece by piece, and the tears she held back could no longer stand the gravity of the earth, and fell down with a click.

The security guard was originally going to drive her away, but looking at her like this, she inexplicably had a sour nose.

And behind the pillar of the school gate, Fu Ying poked out half of his head and quietly looked over there, wiping his eyes with his arm raised, and his little nose twitched.

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

"That person, who is she?"

"Who is crying!" Fu Ying glared at her, snatched the racket in her hand and ran.

Lian Liang pinched a tissue and chased after him: "Fu Ying, don't run so fast, wait for me......"

After that, the whole afternoon, Fu Ying's children were in a bad mood, and no one dared to come over with him to play with him. Whoever wants to talk to him, he will yell at him.

It wasn't until the end of school that he didn't have the strength to lose his temper.

Teacher Wu came to pick him up from school, the little guy was listless, he climbed into the car and sat sullenly, and he didn't tease the little girl.

When he got home, he ran to his tollroom and rummaged around.

Mother Song tidied up his toys, looked at his crackling and flipping, and asked, "Little Master, what are you looking for?"

Fu Ying's head was sweating: "Mother Song, where is my plane?"

"What planes, you have so many toys......" Song's mother watched him scurry through his toy pile, not knowing how to help.

"Found it. ”

saw Fu Ying standing up from the toy mountain with a plane, and the little face that had just gotten up quickly collapsed.

The plane had long been broken, and the propellers on it wouldn't move, Fu Ying fiddled with it, his nails clasped the texture of the tail, and walked to the glass room sullenly.

Mother Song looked at him strangely, he had stopped playing with that plane for a long time.

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