Su Xiang opened his eyes and wanted to say something, but as soon as his hand moved, the stinging pain on the back of his hand came, coupled with Fu Hanchuan's impatient cold face, he didn't want to say anything.

She turned her back and ignored him.

Does he have time to deal with her?

He's busy dating big stars, how dare she ruin his good deeds.

Besides, she Su Xiang is considered to be the oldest, so don't be overwhelmed.

I'm afraid I wish she was gone.

When Su Xiang thought of the news report, his heart felt uncomfortable, his stomach felt even more painful, and his body curled up like a shrimp.

Fu Hanchuan annoyed her the most that she was silent, and she held everything in her heart. He stood up, his big hand on her shoulder, and with a slight force, he pulled her small body over.

"I said you ......"

As soon as he spoke, he saw her pale little face covered with cold sweat, and her thin eyebrows were twisted.

His tone relaxed, and he said, "Still very uncomfortable?"

Fu Hanchuan knew that Su Xiang had menstrual cramps, so he sat sideways on the edge of the bed, put his big hand into the quilt, put the hot water bottle on her waist, put his hand on her stomach, and rubbed her.

Not long after the Spring Festival when she gave birth to Fu Ying, she had been lying on the ground for so long, and the sickness had already entered the body, and then everyone was busy taking care of the old man and the baby.

Later, it was found that she had fallen into the root of the disease, and she had been conditioning for a long time, but it was only slightly effective. The doctor's meaning is to have another child, and sit back for confinement to recuperate the body.

Fu Hanchuan frowned when he heard that and rejected the doctor's proposal.

It is enough for him to have Fu Ying, and it is impossible for her to regenerate.

I don't know if the drip worked or the hot water bottle rubbed with him, Su Xiang was not so uncomfortable.

She picked up the mobile phone resting on the pillow and typed: I thought you were in Spain, and the distant water could not save the near fire.

Fu Hanchuan saw her writing Spain, lowered his eyes to see her little face, although she tried her best to pretend not to care, but still caught a trace of loneliness and resentment.

He said, "You saw the news?"

Su Xiang nodded.

Zheng Tianer is now a first-line traffic flower, in the limelight, any little thing can be on the hot search, let alone this kind of thing.

As soon as Su Xiang thought that his hands and feet had touched other women, and they were attached to her stomach at this moment, a feeling of nausea immediately surged in his heart, and no matter how he had just helped her rub it, he grabbed his big hand and threw it out of the quilt, keeping a distance from him.

Everything she thought about at this time was written on her face, Fu Hanchuan's face turned cold, and he said in a deep voice: "What do you mean, you think I'm dirty?"

"Su Xiang, what qualifications do you have to think I'm dirty?"

Fu Hanchuan spoke venomously at others, but he still kept a proper measure, but he didn't know how, he had no bottom line in front of Su Xiang, and embarrassing words blurted out without brains.

Seeing that Su Xiang's eyes slowly moistened, he told himself, who let her cross the river and tear down the bridge, who made her unclear with Qi Lingyang.

He has nothing to do with Zheng Tian'er at all, it was that woman who had Q sex, she didn't ask anything, she disliked him first.

The two were at a stalemate until the end of the drip.

When she went back very late, Mother Song saw the two of them coming in with calm faces, and knew that the fight was not over yet.

Mother Song was no longer surprised, so she stepped forward and said, "Little master, I have already put to sleep first, if Mrs. Mr. has nothing else to do, then I will go to sleep too." ”

Fu Hanchuan waved his hand, and as soon as he turned his head, he saw Su Xiang walking towards the room with the hot water bottle in his hand.

The hot water bottle that Qi Lingyang bought warmed her so much?

Fu Hanchuan was in a bad mood, and when he walked to his room, he slammed the door.

Mother Song hadn't walked to her room yet, and when she heard the loud voice, she sighed in her heart.

It's so late, why didn't the gentleman ask his wife if she had eaten? Her face was so bad, she must be unwell again.

This question was finally remembered after Fu Hanchuan finished smoking a cigarette.

He frantically extinguished the cigarette butt and walked out of the bedroom.

The room was quiet, Fu Hanchuan walked to the kitchen, picked up his sleeves and added water to the empty pot.

Troublesome woman.

After Song's mother entered the room, she quietly left the door, paying attention to the movement outside, and after a long time, she didn't hear any movement, and she was still relieved, and she was about to go out to get some food for Su Xiang, and when she was halfway there, she heard the sound of water in the kitchen.

She breathed a sigh of relief, the husband still had a wife in his heart.

Mother Song turned back, and Fu Hanchuan frowned as she looked at the steaming two bowls of noodles after cooking a pot of noodles.

It's just two bowls of Yangchun noodles, and nothing is put except for a handful of green onions.

It's his first time cooking, and he's hell he'll be able to get out of the kitchen one day.

He glanced in the direction of the bedroom, then picked up the tray.

Su Xiang hadn't eaten anything for so long, except for drinking that cup of cocoa, and although he was hungry, he had no appetite and didn't want to eat anything.

The door opened, and she closed her eyes at the sound of footsteps.

Fu Hanchuan looked at her slightly fluttering eyelashes, and knew at a glance that she was pretending to be asleep.

He said coldly, "Get up and eat." ”

Su Xiang didn't move, Fu Hanchuan went up and dragged her, and the hot water bottle she was holding fell out, Fu Hanchuan was angry when he saw it, and directly threw the hot water bottle to the end of the bed, and stuffed the noodle bowl into her hand: "Mother Song cooked it, eat it and then sleep." ”

Su Xiang knows Fu Hanchuan's temper, if you don't agree to him, he can always spend it with you.

She didn't have the strength to toss with him, so she held the bowl and ate the noodles.

Fu Hanchuan saw her and began to eat, so he picked up another bowl of noodles and ate it himself.

It's just that after the first bite of noodles, his brows are frowning again, the taste is salty, and the noodles are very hard, as if they are not fully cooked.

He glanced at Su Xiang and saw that she seemed to be unconscious, and ate all the noodles in one bite.

Fu Hanchuan lowered his eyes, and ate his noodles in three or two.

She has to finish what he makes, whether it is good or not, and she has to have this awareness.

Su Xiang finished eating the noodles and left the soup behind, Fu Hanchuan didn't say anything, and went out with an empty bowl.

The bedroom was back to its coolness.

Su Xiang sat for a while and wanted to fall asleep with a hot water bottle, and when he looked at the end of the bed, the purple hot water bottle with a heart-shaped pattern was gone.

Fu Hanchuan finished taking a shower in his bedroom, and couldn't fall asleep when he lay down, all he could think of was Su Xiang's aggrieved, tearful and stubborn little face, as well as her appearance of silently bowing her head and eating noodles.

It's like installing a switcher, and the two faces in my head keep switching.

Fu Hanchuan sat up suddenly, looked for a book to read from the bedside table, and wanted to change something else to divert his attention, but he stared at the first line of words for a long time without moving, and her little face was pale in pain.

He glanced at the trash can, where the purple hot water bottle was buried.

Cut, heart-shaped?

Can he understand what Qi Lingyang means better?

Fu Hanchuan lifted the quilt and rummaged through the cabinet on the coffee table for a while, and after a few minutes, he walked into Su Xiang's second bedroom.

Su Xiang was half asleep and half awake, and she felt the side of the bed sinking, a hot water bottle was placed on her stomach, and her body fell into a solid embrace behind her.

She didn't move, let him hold her, but her body didn't soften.

If something happens to her, he won't touch her.

"I have nothing to do with Zheng Tian'er, I met her on the plane, and she just used me to hype. After the man's deep voice spoke, he didn't say anything, Su Xiang was slightly stunned, she couldn't speak, and she didn't mean to ask any more, but she closed her eyes and her stiff body softened.

In fact, she had a lot of things in her heart that she wanted to talk to him, Zheng Tian'er or something, but it was secondary.

I have to make trouble so many times a year, I'm used to it, really...... It's against your will to think so......

I want to comfort myself not to care, I think about it...... There's no way she can't do it without care......

She just can't speak, but she has flesh and blood, not wood, and every time she makes a fuss, her pain, she just can't say it in words.

said how did she climb into Fu Hanchuan's bed back then, and now someone climbs his bed, a generation of newcomers is better than the old?

Hehe, that's the only one......

If Fu Hanchuan cares about her a little bit in his heart, how can he always get entangled with those women to poke her heart?

She didn't want to think about it anymore.

should have figured it out a long time ago, she got the position of Mrs. Fu, so don't think too much, Fu Hanchuan's heart, she can't afford it.

If you can't afford it, don't think about it, it's better to think about something practical.

She wants to get back to her job, and she wants to talk about this.

She didn't mess with Fu Hanchuan at this time, in addition to the fact that she was not feeling well and had no strength now, she also knew that the more she messed with him, the more he would not let go.

Annoying him, it doesn't do her any good.

These days, she has figured it out, everything she has is in the hands of this man, how to make a fuss, and in the end, it is only herself who suffers.

It's better to save some effort and allow yourself to do something else.

Su Xiang didn't fall asleep, just closed his eyes and thought about things.

Fu Hanchuan hugged her waist, he didn't hold her for many days, he felt that she seemed to be thinner, and the butterfly bones on his back were protruding, and he was holding his chest.

He also knew that she was not asleep because her breathing was not steady.

Her star-like eyes were open in the dark, looking at the back of her head, her long soft hair scattered and faintly scented.

This is a taste that is not found in hotels abroad.

He grabbed a strand of her hair, twisted it around his fingertips, and sneered.

What was he doing in such a hurry, and what was he going to explain to her?

……

The night passed until dawn.

When Su Xiang woke up, Fu Hanchuan had already gotten up.

After she washed up and went to the restaurant, Fu Hanchuan just finished feeding Fu Ying, and when the little guy saw her, he called his mother sweetly, hugged her thighs and coquettishly.

Su Xiang picked up his son, and out of the corner of his eye, he saw Fu Hanchuan going out with his briefcase.

Mother Song walked over and said with a smile: "Madam, Mr. personally cooked noodles for you yesterday, isn't it delicious?"

She woke up in the morning and saw the empty bowls in the sink, and in the trash can were the empty garbage bags she had changed at night, and there was nothing left in them, so they were all gone.

The corners of Su Xiang's lips curved slightly, Fu Hanchuan said that it was cooked by Mother Song, but she didn't believe it at that time.

Mother Song, a veteran kitchen hand, how could she cook raw noodles.

But Fu Hanchuan made something, no matter how unpalatable it was, she had to eat it, otherwise he would lose face.

Let Fu Hanchuan lose face, and the consequences can be imagined.

She was so uncomfortable, but she would rather endure another bowl of unpalatable noodles than put up with his bad temper.

Su Xiang walked to the restaurant with his slippers and sat down, his lower abdomen was still not very comfortable, but it was much better than yesterday.

Mother Song brought the hot rice porridge over and said, "Mr. said that he made mushroom and lean porridge in the morning, and Fu Ying had already eaten it." ”

Su Xiang pinched the spoon, blew it cold and put it in her mouth, she was not very appetizing, so she put it down after eating a small half bowl of porridge.

Fu Hanchuan left early in the morning, so she didn't have a chance to talk to him about work.

I'll have to wait for him to come back.

Back in the room, Su Xiang habitually walked to the desk and turned on the computer, and when she sat down, she wanted to hold her little yellow chicken, and when she looked at the corner of the table, the little yellow chicken was gone.

She thought that Fu Ying had taken it to play, but when she went to Fu Ying's room to see if there was any, there was no room in his toy pile.

This little yellow chicken, although she caught it, she is used to holding the little yellow chicken as a pillow these days, holding it when watching movies, and holding it when doing things.

Su Xiang asked Song's mother, and Song's mother said with a puzzled expression: "I didn't see it, didn't it always be in your room, Mrs.?"

Su Xiang frowned and thought about it carefully, before Fu Hanchuan didn't come back yesterday, she still saw it on the desk.

Thinking of the fate of those claw machines in the subway station, Su Xiang pinched his fingers, and could only suppress his anger in his heart.

That man didn't even let go of a doll.

Hehe, if it weren't for the trouble he had with Zheng Tian'er and made him lose money, when he came back yesterday, would he have to settle accounts with her?

Su Xiang sat sulking, QQ sounded twice, she came back to her senses and opened the dialog box.

Linghu Wujiang: Are you feeling better?

Su Xiang sorted out his emotions and returned to the past.

Halva is not fragrant: Well, it's better, thank you for your concern.

It was quiet over there, and Su Xiang thought that Qi Lingyang was just saying hello to her and asking about her physical condition, so he didn't continue to wait for his reply, shrunk the dialog box, and sorted out the daily words she had collected.

She is almost at home these days, and she has no chance to go out to talk to people, and she has few words, almost all of them are repeated and repeated, and there is no much point in it.

Su Xiang stared at the computer screen in a daze, his eyes kept on those lines.

Thinking about it, it seems that her life is barren and pitiful, and the people around her almost have no friends except for the Fu family, the Su family, and the school.

In such a situation, how can she have more opportunities to speak?

Su Xiang was already in a low mood, and he kept looking at these lines, feeling as if his life was going to stop at these lines.

She closed the document irritably, and was about to open Weibo, when the dialog box flashed a few times, and the mouse moved, and the dialog box was opened again.

Linghu Wujiang: I always wanted to ask you yesterday, I heard that you didn't go to school anymore, why?

Su Xiang pursed his lower lip, knowing that Qi Lingyang knew and would definitely ask.

She thought for a moment, typed on the keyboard and replied: It's nothing, there are some things at home.

It can't be said that her husband restricted her freedom just because she went with him to play with the crane machine.

The old house of the Qi family.

Qi Lingyang sat under an umbrella in the garden basking in the sun, with a cup of coffee on the table.

With his phone in his hand, he looked thoughtfully at the line on it.

He didn't go to school some time ago, but when he went again, the director of teaching told him that Su Xiang was temporarily suspended because he was reported to have no teaching certificate.

There's something going on at home......

It was Fu Hanchuan's business, right?

Even the subway stations along the line were emptied of all the entertainment facilities, and it is said that overnight.

Qi Lingyang slowly twisted his fingers and was thinking about something, when a graceful figure walked over behind him.

The steps were very light, and the rustling sound of stepping on the withered yellow lawn.

The woman chuckled and walked to the back of the chair as if she wanted to play a prank, and raised her arm slightly to cover the man's eyes, but only to pass over his head before his wrist was caught.

Du Ruohan smiled and said, "I hate it, I just wanted to scare you, but I was discovered by you." ”

Qi Lingyang turned around, let go of her wrist, and said lightly, "I heard your footsteps." ”

As he spoke, he put his phone away and placed it face down on the table.

Du Ruohan didn't notice his little action, his eyes swept over the phone, and then sat down on the chair on the other side of the table.

She stared at his side face for a while, her expression a little resentful: "Ling Yang, are you in love with other women?"

Qi Lingyang turned his head to look at her, and said in a deep voice: "Sister-in-law, it seems that you and I shouldn't talk about this. ”

A sister-in-law, Du Ruohan's expression twitched painfully, she bit her lip and lowered her head, wringed her fingers with both hands, smiled bitterly and said softly: "I...... Seems to always forget ......."

Forgetting that she was married to another man, she firmly remembered that the person she loved was the one in front of her.

After pinching his fingers and pinching them, the finger bones began to turn white, and it hurt to the heart, Du Ruohan raised his head, smiled lightly and said, "I just saw that you seem to be always busy recently, what are you busy with?"

What was he busy with so that he didn't come to see her all this time?

Of course, she couldn't ask this sentence in her heart.

The little act just now was already caused by her forgetfulness.

Although that little gesture was a little trick that they used to play when they were most intimate.

Du Ruohan smiled slightly, forcibly put away her loving gaze, looked at him with a calm gaze and said, "As a sister-in-law, I can always ask about these, right?"

Qi Lingyang took a sip of coffee and said, "It's nothing, I'm just helping Zhuo Yi do something." ”

"Oh......"

After two sentences, it seemed that the two of them had nothing else to say.

A gust of wind blew, and a few yellow grasses were chased away by the wind, and both of them chased after the grass.

On the second floor of the villa, a cold gaze stared downstairs and looked at it for a long time.

Qi Lingyang put down the coffee cup, felt that there was nothing to say, and was about to stand up, when he heard the sound of rustling footsteps on the grass behind him.

Turning his head, his eldest brother Qi Lingcong was walking slowly.

The man wears black-framed eyes, and he also looks very handsome, but because he is too serious, it gives people a very strong and cold feeling.

This sense of strength was not slowed down even by the soft beige knitted jacket he wore for half a point.

And Qi Lingyang's facial lines are softer and gentle, and a pair of narrow phoenix eyes are more amorous.

The two brothers don't look alike.

Qi Lingyang stood up: "Big brother." ”

Qi Lingcong nodded, and as soon as Du Ruohan saw Qi Lingcong, he shrunk his shoulders slightly, and called softly: "Ling Cong." ”

Qi Lingcong walked over, draped the coat he was carrying on her shoulders, and whispered, "I don't know how to add a piece of clothing when I come out." ”

After speaking, he turned his head to look at Qi Lingyang: "How did you think of coming over today?"

After Qi Lingcong married Du Ruohan, he did not move out of the old mansion of the Qi family, as the official heir of the Qi family, living in the old mansion symbolized his identity, on the contrary, the son of the Qi family got married, and the second son Qi Lingyang could only move out to live.

Qi Lingyang smiled and said, "It's nothing, I heard that Aunt Xiang said that my sister-in-law was sick, so I came over to visit, and by the way, I sent some supplements to my sister-in-law to replenish her body." ”

Qi Lingcong glanced at Du Ruohan, she shrunk and stood beside him, as if a slightly louder voice could startle her.

Qi Lingyang frowned slightly, the eldest brother was too serious, Du Ruohan had been afraid of him since he was a child.

The three of them actually grew up together, and they are childhood sweethearts.

It's just that for the better development of the family, the Du family insisted on marrying Du Ruohan to Qi Lingcong, and broke up a pair of lovers.

Qi Lingcong said indifferently: "The second brother has a heart, but your sister-in-law is fine, there is no need to make a fuss, she is just pregnant." ”

Qi Lingyang's eyes shook slightly, and he looked at the delicate figure beside the man.

She is expecting?

But they've been married for four years, and it's too late to have children.

"Then, congratulations to the eldest brother and sister-in-law. Qi Lingyang smiled, and there was not too much complicated look on his warm face.

Du Ruohan's cheeks were flushed, and the little sadness in his eyes could hardly be revealed, and he glanced at the man beside him sadly, and pinched his fingers tightly.

She didn't want to be pregnant with Qi Lingcong's child at all, and she didn't want Qi Lingyang to know that she was pregnant.

But was his congratulations sincere, or was it just as painful as her?

Du Ruohan stared at Qi Lingyang tightly, trying to see something from his face, but he smiled slightly, and couldn't see anything.

Qi Lingcong's facial expression was still cold, the corners of his lips curved slightly, and he nodded: "I have been looking forward to this child for a long time, and if Han can conceive, it is indeed worth congratulating." ”

The two brothers looked at each other, there seemed to be a slight current surging in the air, and after a while, Qi Lingyang withdrew his gaze, looked at Du Ruohan and said, "Then sister-in-law should take good care of her body, and please take good care of your eldest brother." ”

He looked at Qi Lingcong again, and there was not too much emotion in his inky eyes: "I have something else to do, so I'll leave first." ”

Qi Lingyang picked up the phone, and when he turned around, Du Ruohan subconsciously took a step forward, his arm tightened, Qi Lingcong squeezed her tightly, staring at her with cold eyes: "Where do you want to go?"

……

At this time, in the Fu Building, everyone's skin was tightened.

Probably this is a common problem that all companies have, the boss is not there, there is a feeling of relief, as soon as the boss comes back, everyone is conscientious.

What's more, it's Fu Hanchuan's kind of boss who doesn't smile and is strict.

In the president's office, Fu Hanchuan held a small yellow chicken in his hand and squinted at it.

Yellow, colored suede, ugly chick mouth, a flatbread-like face with a pair of golden eyes, and the workmanship is rough to look at.

This kind of cheap doll, is she still in the room and kept to admire?

Fu Hanchuan threw it casually, a parabola crossed in the air, and the little yellow chicken landed on the leather surface of the sofa, rebounded and rolled to the ground.