Fu Building.

Fu Hanchuan hung up the phone and walked to the door of the lounge, the door was open, and there was a small person lying on the wide bed, with a schoolbag tilted at the head of the bed.

The little one had just been picked up from school, and was lying down here.

Fu Hanchuan put the phone back in his pocket, walked in and stood still by the bed, looking at him condescendingly, the little guy moved, and his long eyelashes fanned down.

The man bent down slightly, his hand on his son's forehead, a little hot.

He twisted his eyebrows and withdrew his hand, saying, "Uncomfortable?"

Fu Ying nodded silently, and curled up pitifully.

Fu Hanchuan exhaled and lifted the quilt on his lap and covered him: "Sleep first." ”

He instructed Xiao Jia to go to the pharmacy to buy children's fever medicine, but the person had not yet returned.

Fu Hanchuan picked up his schoolbag, put it on the cabinet on the side, and then walked out.

Outside the lounge, Fu Hanchuan sat on a large leather chair and continued to handle official business, occasionally glancing 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 a children's antipyretic recommended by the pharmacy, and it is said that it has few side effects." ”

Fu Hanchuan said "um" and asked Xiao Jia to leave the medicine, Xiao Jia saw that Fu Hanchuan was busy, so he glanced at the lounge and said, "Mr. Fu, do you want me to take care of Fu Ying first?"

Fu Hanchuan glanced up at her and said lightly: "No need, go do your thing." ”

The boss said so, Xiao Jia didn't want to be labeled as a slap on the boss's ass, so he slipped out.

Fu Hanchuan glanced at the medicine on the table, his fingers lightly tapped on the corner of the table, and then glanced at the time, his eyes moved slightly.

He picked up the medicine and walked back to the lounge again, where the little one sat quietly by the head of the bed and read, the lid of the schoolbag on the cabinet opened.

Fu Hanchuan said: "Why don't you sleep?"

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

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

"Daddy......"

Fu Hanchuan was reading the pharmacy instructions: "Huh?"

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

Fu Hanchuan glanced at the little guy, and his eyebrows moved slightly: "Then go home and rest?"

Fu Ying looked up at him: "Aren't you working?"

Fu Hanchuan put away the book in his hand and put it in his schoolbag and said, "Let Uncle Qiao Shen send you back." ”

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

Fu Hanqi picked up his son with one hand, passed his other arm through the strap of the schoolbag, and then bent down and squatted, hanging his son's shoes on his fingers and walked out.

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

Fu Hanchuan walked to the door of the office, paused and did not answer him immediately.

In the parking lot, Fu Hanchuan put his son in the car and instructed Qiao Shen to send the child back to the villa on Guhua Road.

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

Because Fu Hanchuan had greeted the front desk before, Su Xiang got on the elevator directly when he arrived at Fu's, and came all the way over.

Su Xiang came to Fu Shi once, and he was already familiar with the way, so he went all the way to the president's office in a hurry, Xiao Jia saw Su Xiang coming in a hurry, and immediately stood up to receive her.

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

Xiao Jia is young, but he learns and comprehends relatively quickly, and he learned from Qiao Shen last time, and he is much calmer now.

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

She was in such a hurry that she didn't think about it that much for a while.

The relationship between her and Fu Hanchuan is not clear to the people here, if she goes into Fu Hanchuan's office without notification, it will definitely cause some rumors.

And the last thing she needs is these gossip.

Xiao Jia went into Fu Hanchuan's office and asked, "Mr. Fu, Miss Su is here." ”

Fu Hanchuan's fingers tapping on the keyboard paused, he didn't raise his head, and only said, "Let her in." ”

In the corridor outside the door, Su Xiang waited quietly, and after Xiao Jia reported, she walked in.

In the office, Fu Hanchuan was still dealing with official business, and after Su Xiang entered, he swept around his office directly, but he didn't see Fu Ying.

Her eyebrows furrowed: "What about Fu Ying?"

didn't see the child, Su Xiang subconsciously thought that Fu Hanchuan was playing some trick to trick her.

After all, he has a bad record.

Fu Hanchuan didn't speak, Su Xiang took a deep breath, took a step forward, and said with anger: "Fu Hanchuan, are you so interesting?"

"If it's for the car, you can just say it. ”

"Fu Ying is your son, you used the reason that he was sick to deceive me, are you too much!"

With a click, a slightly accented keyboard sound fell, Fu Hanchuan typed down the last character, and raised his head to look at the angry woman.

His thin lips pursed, and his already serious face revealed a hint of coldness.

"Finished?"

Su Xiang looked at his expression and subconsciously pinched his fingers.

Fu Hanchuan glanced at her, and the corners of his lips hooked up sarcastically: "You think I lied to you?"

Su Xiang stalked his neck: "Otherwise?"

The facts are in front of you.

Fu Hanchuan stood up, his tall body stood there straight, and the place in his office area was already one step higher, which made him even more tall, giving people a full sense of oppression.

Su Xiang twisted it, and simply tilted his head to the side and didn't look at him.

Hearing the sound of clattering footsteps approaching, Fu Hanchuan's face was cold, and he said, "He is 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 sick, you didn't send him to the hospital, you brought him to the company and sent him home, you tossed him like this?"

“……”

The air in the office suddenly cooled.

The coldness on Fu Hanchuan's body became a little thicker, his breath was slightly heavy, and at this moment, Su Xiang was no longer afraid of him.

That's still a little kid, how can he toss his son like this!

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

Su Xiang's heart was pounding, she was calm, she pursed her lips, and said again: "If you are busy with work and can't take good care of him, then ......"

"Leave it to you to raise?"

Fu Hanchuan's thin lips opened and closed, and an extremely cold voice interrupted Su Xiang's words.

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

This woman has always written her emotions on her face.

After those words, Su Xiang glared at him and clenched his fists.

Yes, that's what she meant!

Fu Hanchuan sneered coldly, and his thin lips were lifted again, extremely sarcastic.

He said: "Su Xiang, how can you teach me a lesson on the issue of Fu Ying?"

"Now that he's sick, you're in a hurry?

"What about the three years before, when he was looking for you, where were you?"

"Why are you accusing me with unjust words?"

Su Xiang tightened his eyebrows, his face became redder and redder, and his fists were clenched: "Fu Hanchuan......"

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

He gave her a deep look, then turned and walked back, sitting back in his leather chair.

He took care of the children alone for three years, all in that last heavy sentence.

Su Xiang's breathing was slightly choked, and his throat choked slightly.

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

The man didn't look at her again, he buried himself in his work again, and a deep voice came: "I'm busy......"

Su Xiang bit his lip, turned around and walked towards the door, his palm on the doorknob.

At this time, the man's deep voice came from behind him: "He is at home, if you can't rest assured, go and see." ”

Su Xiang's footsteps paused, opened the door with a click and walked out.

Listening to the sound of the door clicking and sticking to the door frame again, Fu Hanchuan's fingers that were resting on the keyboard and quickly clicked stopped.

He looked at the line on it, exhaled heavily, took out a pack of cigarettes from the drawer, and took out a light one.

In the misty white smoke, a line was written on the computer screen: Even the best marriage will have two hundred thoughts of divorce and fifty impulses to strangle each other in a lifetime.

This is what the American writer Arsene Wenger said.

I heard someone talk about it by chance, and somehow, he wrote it down.

That woman, who was getting bolder and bolder, actually dared to mention that she wanted Fu Ying to go over.

Who lent her courage?

When the woman was chattering aggressively, she really wanted to strangle her and shut her up.

Fu Hanchuan took a cigarette in his mouth, the tip of his tongue pressed against the filter, his fingers touched his lower lip, and a faint smile flashed under his eyes.

……

After Su Xiang came out of the Fu Building, he immediately went to Guhua Road.

didn't see Fu Ying, she couldn't rest assured.

When she arrived at the Fu family's villa, Song's mother opened the door for her.

"Too ......"

When Mother Song saw Su Xiang, she couldn't change her mouth, and after opening her mouth to scream, she came to her senses and patted her head: "Ouch, look at my brain, it's always ......."

Su Xiang didn't have the heart to care about what Mother Song called her at this time, and said anxiously: "What about Fu Ying, is it in the room?"

Mother Song nodded: "Yes, yes, the doctor is also there." ”

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

Before Qiao Shen left, he saw Su Xiang and greeted him: "Miss Su." ”

Su Xiang glanced at the little guy, nodded at Qiao Shen, and then looked at the man standing on the side.

This is the Fu family's family doctor, and Su Xiang remembers him.

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

Su Xiang asked, "How is it, do you want to go 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, and they will be fine after a while. ”

After he finished speaking, he seemed to have said something, and then said: "If Miss Su can accompany him more, it should be better faster." ”

Su Xiang only thought about the child's illness and didn't think much about it, and nodded worriedly: "Okay, I know." ”

After seeing the doctor, he said goodbye and left, and Qiao Shen had to go back to the company to continue working, so he said hello to 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 on the edge of the bed, reached out and picked up the wet towel, ran it over again in the cold water, and put it on his son's head.

"Is it uncomfortable?"

She touched her son's little face and neck, and then touched her own, feeling not so hot, and her hanging heart relaxed.

Fu Ying snorted, turned over and turned his back to her.

Su Xiang looked at the little guy's awkward appearance, these days she went to pick him up at school, and he didn't care much about people.

I don't know how.

Su Xiang thought that 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 light breath, leaned down in front of her son and asked, "Fu Ying, what's wrong with you, why are you ignoring me?"

The hot breath was blowing on his little face, Fu Ying's head drilled into the pillow, and his little hand picked up the quilt and buried his face.

The sound of urns in the quilt came: "What do you care about me?"

Su Xiang was stunned when he heard this, feeling that he was losing his temper these days because of her?

Su Xiang pulled off the quilt a little: "Tell me, why are you angry with me? I'll change it, okay?"

Fu Ying's head moved, a breath of breath in his stomach, he reached out and threw the towel out, then turned over and lay on his stomach again, and snorted angrily: "Aren't you just concerned about your game?

The voice that came out of the pillow contained the accusation of the grievances 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 of the dance competition, there is more pressure. In order to get better results, she had to work harder.

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

During this time, in order to focus on the game, she did not prepare lunch for him at noon.

The child's accusation made Su Xiang feel guilty and conflicted.

She reached out and 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?"

"Hmph!" Fu Ying made a heavy nasal voice, and Su Xiang didn't say anything more, making him lose his temper.

Fu Ying felt a little sulky, turned his head to the wall, and said sullenly: "If it were her, she would definitely put down all her things to accompany me." ”

"In your heart, I don't mean anything to you. ”

Su Xiang was stunned: "She?"

Her heart sank, who else could this "she" in Fu Ying's mouth be?

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

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

"If there are no good results in the competition, a lot of people can't make more money and can't support their families. ”

Fu Ying was silent for a moment, and said with a snort: "That's their business, they can go find other jobs." ”

Su Xiang frowned slightly, Fu Ying's thought ...... Not even Madame Zoya would think so.

No matter how excessive the people of the Fu family are, they have been working hard to maintain the status of the Fu family for the sake of tens of thousands of Fu employees.

Su Xiang's eyes moved slightly, took out his mobile phone from his handbag, and said, "Okay, then I'll call them and tell them that I want to accompany my son." Tell them to find a job with another boss. ”

"They are disabled and should be able to accept them quickly if there is a kind boss. If not, then it doesn't matter, just let them wait and they will always find a job. It's okay to get hungry. ”

"They're not as important as my son anyway. ”

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

Fu Ying's body moved, he sat up, and stared at Su Xiang with a pair of dark eyes, Su Xiang looked at him: "That's it, aren't you happy?"

Fu Ying blushed, clenched his little fists 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 this is wrong, don't you?"

Fu Yingmao kept his eyes silent, but he didn't speak, indicating that he was acquiescing.

Su Xiang put away his mobile phone and said to Fu Ying seriously: "Fu Ying, my mother doesn't want to tell you anything big now, but no matter what age you are, you have to know the word 'responsibility'." ”

"Children have the responsibilities of children, and adults have the responsibilities of adults. As you grow up, the more things you encounter, the more responsibilities you have on your shoulders. ”

"You can also shirk it, as long as you want. Su Xiang pointed to the little guy's chest, and then pointed to his chest, "Those people trust their mother, so they pin their future life on me." Mom promised them, but in my heart, I didn't want to let go of them. ”

"Unless they leave me of their own accord, I will take care of them. ”

Fu Ying frowned his small eyebrows and looked entangled.

He could understand what she meant, but he didn't want to admit that he was playing petty.

Su Xiang looked at him, rubbed his hair and said, "Are you hungry?"

Fu Ying glanced at her and lowered his head to tug at the quilt.

Su Xiang lowered his head and teased him: "What do you like to eat?"

The hot breath sprayed on his neck, Fu Ying shrunk his neck, and turned his head arrogantly, Su Xiang looked at the corners of his lips that couldn't help but hang and smiled: "Okay, then you can regain your anger for a while." Mommy is going to make you ravioli. ”

Su Xiang went to the kitchen familiarly, opened the refrigerator and saw that it was full of ingredients, fortunately there were the ingredients she wanted, otherwise she would have to go to the supermarket to buy them.

She took the things she needed to make wontons, placed them neatly on the cooking table, put on an apron and rolled up her sleeves to make wontons.

Mother Song looked at Su Xiang in front of her, 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 quickly, and to prepare more.

Song's mother thought that there was a guest at home, so she ran to the supermarket in a hurry, and as soon as the front foot arrived at the door, Qiao Shen took Fu Ying back with the back foot.

It turned out that the little master was sick.

Song's mother thought that the child was sick and had no appetite, so she asked her to buy more vegetables and pick the child's favorite food to cook for him.

It turned out that the wife came back to cook.

Su Xiang kneaded the dough, and when he was quiet, he thought about it, and felt that something was wrong.

The last time she came, the refrigerator was empty, and she cleaned it before making an instant noodle finger cake, why did she just see that the refrigerator was full?

Putting aside these doubts, this is the second time she has made her best wontons for Fu Ying after three years.

With her dexterous hands, she pinched one in one hand and placed it neatly on the plate, boiling water while frying the egg crust in another pan.

After a while, a pot of small wontons was ready, Su Xiang put it in the bowl, and left a bowl for Song's mother, and then went to Fu Ying's room with the bowl.

The little guy was sitting on the bed reading a book, and when he saw Su Xiang coming in, he lowered his head and put on a very serious look.

Su Xiang didn't say anything, sat down on the edge of the bed, and said with a smile: "Fu Ying, is it okay for mom to feed you?"

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

After eating a bowl, Su Xiang's tissue wiped his small mouth: "Do you still eat it?"

Fu Ying shook his head, yawned and said, "It's full." ”

Seeing that he was drowsy, Su Xiang put the empty bowl on the bedside table, took his book in his hand and took a look, it was an extracurricular reading material in elementary school.

The little guy picked up the quilt and lay down, Su Xiang said: "Fu Ying, my mother hasn't slept with you for a long time, I'll sleep with you, okay?"

The little guy glanced at her and nodded, his little face a little red.

Su Xiang smiled, took off his shoes and took the quilt out of the corner and lay in, holding his son in the crook of his arm.

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

The little guy glanced at her in astonishment, Su Xiang squinted at him, Fu Ying immediately turned his head quickly, and his little face burned red.

Su Xiang touched his hot little ears, sighed and said, "I'm your mother, are you sick, I know ......"

I don't know if it's the mother-son connection, when she is far away, sometimes her body feels inexplicably uncomfortable and flustered, and there are not many times like this.

Maybe her son was sick, she thought.

But she couldn't come back......

Su Xiang blinked, pressing the unbearable memories of the past in her heart, and she said, "You miss your mother, so you attract my attention like this, don't you?"

Fu Ying pursed his lips, and finally was willing to speak, he said in a muffled voice: "When you participated in the competition before, you would be happy with me. ”

Fu Ying was still young at that time, and he only had a vague memory.

On TV, her students were performing, and she held his little hand to teach him.

That memory was far away for him, and some of the words Chang Yan said to him that day made him complain about Su Xiang, which led to such a scene.

In fact, he had been in trouble for a few days, and she thought he was arguing with his classmates at school.

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

Su Xiang touched his face, then pinched his little hand and said, "It's because mom is too busy to pay attention to your emotions." You'll come and see their games in the future, okay......"

As they spoke, the eyelids of the two gradually sank, and the people in the room who hugged each other fell asleep peacefully.

The sunlight 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 setting sun......

……

Mother Song saw that it was almost five o'clock, and hesitated to ask Su Xiang if she was here to prepare dinner, when the door lock behind her sounded, Mother Song turned around and greeted, "Mr. Fu, you are back." ”

I came back early today, and the sun hasn't set yet.

Fu Hanchuan said "um", changed his shoes at the door, and turned his head to see Song's mother's slightly chubby body swaying towards Fu Ying's room.

The man's deep voice sounded, "Where are you going?"

Mother Song stopped and turned her head, pointed her finger in the direction of the children's room and said, "I'll ask Miss Su if she is here to cook dinner." ”

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

Mother Song said: "I have been accompanying the little master in the room." ”

Fu Hanchuan: "You go and make dinner." ”

Mother Song glanced at him and nodded, "Oh, good." ”

Fu Hanchuan walked from the hallway, and when he passed the living room, he put the briefcase on the armrest of the sofa, and then walked to the children's room and gently pushed the door open.

The room was dimly lit, with faint dust particles flying in the light, and there was silence inside.

The man's gaze fell on the bed, and the woman was holding a little boy in her arms, the two of them head to head, her body curled up slightly, and she held the child in her arms.

In the room, there was the sound of her shallow breathing.

The man's gaze softened, and there was no cold light in his eyes.

He leaned against the door frame with his arms crossed and looked at it for a while, his head lightly against the door frame, and he kept looking at the soft face, and the corners of his lips curled unconsciously.

A long time ago, he also slept with her like this, and the two of them were next to each other......

Su Xiang has been nervous about preparing for the competition, and she took a rare nap, and in her sleep, she felt that there was a gaze staring at her all the time, like a wolf staring at her prey, and as if she was burned by two fire points, which made her body uncomfortable.

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

The eyes of the two met in mid-air, one high and one low.

Su Xiang was slightly stunned, and the man only glanced at her and turned to go out.

Su Xiang glanced at the sky outside the window, the sky was already dark red, she looked at the time on her mobile phone, she sighed slightly, and gently lifted the quilt and got up.

In the living room, the man stood on the edge of the sofa, took off his coat, untied the tie around his neck, and put it on his suit jacket.

When Su Xiang walked out, he saw the tall back of the man standing, his shoulders hanging slightly, looking like he was slack after going home from work.

Su Xiang only glanced at his back and said in a low voice, "Fu Ying is fine." ”

With that, she walked to the foyer, not intending to speak to him.

Fu Hanchuan didn't say anything, his eyes fell on the window, and his slender fingers loosened the two buttons around his neck.

I listened to the sound of the door opening and then the soft closing of the door.

Su Xiang stood at the elevator entrance, waiting for the elevator to arrive.

She hung her head, and her heart 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 want to take the opportunity to educate her children at all, don't lie and pretend to be sick, she knows that the child is very sensible, and that's fine.

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

Su Xiang's heart was very warm, and the corners of his lips couldn't help but curl.

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

Just as she reached out and pressed the door button, a tall figure suddenly flashed in. Su Xiang was startled, her fingers retracted, and when she saw the man in front of her clearly, she glared at him, and calmly reached out again.

At the same time, a big hand reached over, but it was the top floor button of the elevator.

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

Okay, what is he doing on the eighteenth floor?

But that's none of her business, Su Xiang didn't say anything, took two steps inside, and tried to distance herself from him as much as possible.

Fu Hanchuan copied his pockets with both hands, his back against the steel plate of the elevator, and looked at the front with an indifferent expression.

The silence of the elevator was suffocating, and the heartbeat was also faster in this suffocating feeling.

Su Xiang looked at the row of elevator buttons and watched them jump up layer by layer.

Suddenly, a tall figure blocked her view, and a steel plate behind her was against an arm, and she was sandwiched between the man and the steel plate, and the faint smell of smoke surrounded her in an instant.

Su Xiang was startled, frowned and raised his head, his gaze moved up from the white shirt on the man's body, his loose shirt revealed a smooth wheat skin, and then to his prominent sexy Adam's apple.

Su Xiang's gaze only moved up a little further and landed on the man's chin.

She said: "I shouldn't blame you for Fu Ying's matter. ”

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 gaze, there was a desire for her in his eyes.

He didn't speak, nor did he retreat, Su Xiang wrinkled his eyebrows slightly, and said, "If you are chasing me for that car, I can give you the repair fee." ”

"But ......"

The elevator stopped, Su Xiang's words also stopped, and as the elevator door opened, a light source from the outside walkway spilled in, but it was blocked by the man's back.

There was a voice of talking, Fu Hanchuan turned his head, and the person who stepped into the elevator saw the ambiguous posture in the elevator and the man's horrific gaze, and was so frightened that he immediately retracted his feet.

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

The man pinched her chin, forcing her to raise her head to meet him, and said in a low voice, "But what?"

Looking at the fire in his eyes, Su Xiang's throat swallowed and said, "But if you want me to be grateful to you, it's impossible." ”

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

It was a humiliating night, and she was filled with despair and anger.

Su Xiang looked directly at him, his gaze calm.

Fu Hanchuan looked at her red lips, which were a little cracked and peeled because of the wind.

The man's Adam's apple tumbled, his fingers fell, and his low voice sounded again: "Did I say what I would do for you for that car?"

Su Xiang looked away: "Then what are you chasing after me?"

"Hehe......" The man chuckled suddenly.

Su Xiang frowned and turned his head to look at him: "What are you laughing at?"

Fu Hanchuan said: "I just accidentally pressed the wrong key, Su Xiang, don't you feel too good about yourself?"

Su Xiang: "......"

Fu Hanchuan, a person who has to think carefully about every step, would accidentally press the wrong key?

The distance between the up and down keys is so far away, this reason can't even be deceived by Fu Ying.

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

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

The touch of the dragonfly on her lips made Su Xiang stunned, and before she could react, the man pressed her shoulder, and his lips pressed against her.

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

How could he do that!

Su Xiang gritted his teeth and pushed it up with both hands.

But her strength is as weak as a chick compared to a tall and powerful man.

Her wrists were easily pinched, her legs were pressed against his legs, and the squeeze of his chest came from her chest, and she couldn't move, so she could only turn her head to dodge his forced kiss.

And he stopped attacking her lips, lowered his head and shifted to her neck, Su Xiang felt the stinging pain coming from the side of his neck, and shouted: "Fu Hanchuan!"

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

Fu Hanchuan only bit her neck hard and raised his head, Su Xiang glared at the man angrily, and he smiled at her with an evil face.

That smile made her feel that she couldn't escape anymore, and she felt creepy.

He said, "If you dare to wronged me, this is your punishment." ”

"You have to admit 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 think too highly of him, let alone be in a confined space with him, and she wouldn't be like this.

Her chest rose and fell violently, and she struggled and said angrily, "Let go of me!"

Fu Hanchuan looked at her angry little face, glanced at the palm that was pressed by him on the steel plate, full of blood and red, and his heart was also on fire.

Not to mention that the kiss was completely insufficient, and she hated him kissing her so much?

Or insist on defending Qi Lingyang?

The man laughed evilly, his big hand easily pinched her two wrists, and the slightly rough thumb of the other hand wiped her chapped lips and said, "Su Xiang, you are my wife, and I should sleep with you." ”

Su Xiang's cheeks were swollen and about to drip blood, and his struggling wrist was finally free, and he instinctively waved it over.

"Smack", the sound is not very loud.

This happened very quickly, between lightning and flint.

After being quiet for a second, Fu Hanchuan laughed and looked at her coldly: "What, you are reluctant to fight?"

"Didn't you like me kissing you very much before, and you took the initiative to send it......? Actually, you would like to?"

After saying that, his fingers slipped from her lips to her chin, and he hooked it lightly, and the fingers that grabbed her other wrist pinched hard as if punishing, and then he completely let go.

Su Xiang was panting, her cheeks were purple and red, and her hands were numb so she had no strength, but he always had the ability to say that black was white, and instead of arguing with him here, it was better to get away from danger quickly.

Su Xiang bumped into him with all his might, and escaped when the elevator door could accommodate a person in and out.

A man's dull laughter came from behind him: "Su Xiang, your lips are too dry, you need to moisturize them......"

Su Xiang covered his ears and ran faster.

Until the elevator door was completely closed, and the figure who fled in embarrassment could no longer be seen, the smile on Fu Hanchuan's face fell, and his face was gloomy and he clenched his fists.

He looked down at his lower abdomen and took a heavy breath.

He has endured it all the time, endured it until now, did not see her, did not force her, asked her to meet Fu Ying, and returned the car to her.

But she didn't feel any change in him, and was still full of defensiveness and disgust for him.

When he saw the picture of her and Fu Ying together, he couldn't control it.

Her ignorance of him and her complete ignorance made him lose control.

He remembered that a long time ago, she had him in her eyes, and she only had this little family in the world.

And now, the light on her body is also impossible for him to ignore.

Her whole person is reborn, rigid with softness, soft with rigidity, making it difficult to take your eyes off her.

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

Fu Hanchuan chuckled, his eyes darkened.

has been silent for so long, she should also be reminded that she is still his Fu Hanchuan's woman, don't be too close to others, right?

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

Fu Hanchuan walked to the children's room, Fu Ying had just woken up, rubbed his eyes sleepily, and turned his head to look at the empty place next to him.

"Sick?" Fu Hanchuan stood still in front of the bed, looking at his son's ruddy little face.

Fu Ying's little shoulders trembled slightly, and he said weakly: "Dad, I'm real...... Really ......"

Looking at the hot water bottle that Fu Hanchuan dragged out of his schoolbag, Fu Ying's voice lowered and was completely silenced.

At this moment, the hot water bottle was still carrying some residual warmth, Fu Hanchuan threw the hot water bottle on his bed and said, "Get up and have dinner when you are sick." ”

With that, he walked out.

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

In the afternoon, the more he thought about it, the more he felt wronged, so he covered his body with a hot water bottle and lied that he was sick.

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

The little guy insisted on refusing to go to the hospital, and the company had something to deal with urgently, so Fu Hanchuan took him over first.

The child refused to take the medicine, and then looked at the schoolbag he opened, Fu Hanchuan became even more suspicious.

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

It's just that Fu Hanchuan pretended to be confused and messed around, completely confusing Su Xiang's attention, and Fu Ying was debunked by Su Xiang and carried Lei Quan.

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

He lied and skipped school, and it was strange that his father didn't scold him.

Fu Ying scratched his ears and said bolderly: "Dad, I want to go to my mother and watch those people perform, is it okay?"

He glutinously added: "My mother used to take me to school to watch them perform. ”

Fu Hanchuan glanced at his son, let out another faint "um", and swallowed the last bite of rice.

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