Before he could turn his head, Qi Lingyang put his arm on her shoulder and chatted: "Is it like the flowers that Pearl picked? "

When Zhenzhu heard her name, her eyes curled up and sent the little daisy in her little hands under Su Xiang's nose: "Mom, I, Huahua..."

Su Xiang's thoughts were shifted, she glanced at Huayin Wenxiao and said, "My daughter chose it, I like everything."

The two walked into the car together until the car disappeared.

Qiao Shen didn't dare to say anything at all, and glanced at Fu Hanchuan nervously. Just standing like this, he could feel the great evil spirit beside him.

If so, he really hopes to leave immediately.

The parking lot is connected in front and back, and it is even colder this season. Fu Hanchuan just held it in and did not cough. He held it in a long time. At this time, he coughed violently, and one hand was on his knees and his waist bent down.

Qiao Shen quickly opened the car door: "Mr. Fu, get in the car first."

Fu Hanchuan's breathing was rapid and heavy, and he gasped for a while before he calmed down.

Qiao Shen felt that it was never a solution for Fu Hanchuan to cough like this, so he persuaded him again: "Mr. Fu, this place is quite close to the hospital doctor, otherwise, I'll take a detour?"

Fu Hanchuan closed his eyes and leaned his back on the seat, and opened his thin lips lightly: "I can't die."

Qiao Shen: "..."

Who will get angry at this full of resentment?

Who are you trying to show it?

It’s not that my body suffered, but the people around him suffered.

Fu Hanchuan refused to go to the hospital, so Qiao Shen had no choice but to go back to the company and continue working overtime. He stopped at a pharmacy on the way and bought cough medicine and cold medicine.

When he arrived at the Fu Building, Xiao Jia, who was also working overtime, delivered a courier to Fu Hanchuan's office.

"Mr. Fu, this express delivery is sent to you."

Fu Hanchuan glanced at the thin paper express package and nodded lightly. Xiao Jia went out now.

The man was in a state of fatigue. He sat in a wide leather chair and closed his eyes and saw the pair of dogs, men and women holding each other's backs. He stroked his forehead, took a deep breath, sat up at once, and took out a cigarette box from the drawer.

He held the cigarette on his lips. As soon as he lit the cigarette, he couldn't stand it and coughed. In the end, he still pressed the cigarette off in the ashtray.

He took out the medicine box and remembered that a long time ago, a bottle of cough medicine was sent by express delivery, and he arrived at his office early in the morning.

Just because she heard him coughing when he went out.

And now, how could that woman have him in her eyes?

Fu Hanchuan looked cold and smiled with self-deprecatingly. He held the bottle of small loquat paste and turned around in his hand, but did not unscrew the bottle cap immediately.

He glanced at the phone on the desk, held it in his hand and turned on the screen a few times. When he looked at the number, he pressed it out again.

Finally, he threw his phone onto the table, unscrewed the bottle cap and swallowed. The cool plaster slowly slid down, and his hot throat felt a little more comfortable.

At this time, the eyes fell on the express bag.

Fu Hanchuan unpacked the express delivery, which was a signature document sent from Canada.

At this moment, his office door was suddenly pushed open, and Mrs. Zhuo Ya walked in with an angry face.

"Look at this thing."

An envelope was thrown hard on his desk. Fu Hanchuan was stunned for a moment and took it up.

"What?"

Mrs. Zhuoya sat down in annoyance: "You'll know after seeing it."

Seeing this thing, she couldn't even sit still at home, so she went directly to Guhua Road. When she got there, she realized that he had not returned yet. She said she was working overtime, so Mrs. Zhuo Ya took a detour again.

Fu Hanchuan took out the things in the envelope and looked at it, his face changed.

"Where did this thing come from?"

Mrs. Zhuo Ya held her arms in her arms, her face was as tight as if she was bulging. She said, "Old He picked it up at the door. It said that someone rang the doorbell. When she went out, she only saw one back and this envelope."

When Mrs. Zhuo Ya saw the photos inside, she couldn't even eat the disgusting supper.

"This kind of photo should be sent to the woman's door, so that she can see if she is shameless. How did she send it to my house? It's really ridiculous."

"What's the meaning!"

The old house of Fu family is neither the mute place nor the place where the wild species can enter. The photos of these two people came to their door, which is so disgusting.

Mrs. Zhuo Ya chattered in annoyance, and Fu Hanchuan just quietly looked at the few photos in his hand, all of which were scenes of Su Xiang and Qi Lingyang in the same frame.

Those who kissed their foreheads at the gate, those who saw them off at the airport, and those who kissed them at night at the grass...

Fu Hanchuan's eyes turned completely cold, his fingers tightly pinched, and he rushed up in one breath. He pressed his fist against his lips and coughed a few times, and his cheekbones quickly turned red.

When Mrs. Zhuo Ya saw that he was coughing so hard, she saw the cold medicine on the table.

She stood up anxiously, touched his forehead with her hand, and felt it was hot, she said, "You are sick!"

Fu Hanchuan waved his hand and said it was okay. Mrs. Zhuo Ya scolded: "We are so sick, and we still say it's okay!"

She called Qiao Shen in and scolded him again: "Mr. Fu is so sick. What's your assistant doing? Why don't you send him to the hospital!"

Qiao Shen looked at Fu Hanchuan, then looked at Mrs. Zhuo Ya, and swallowed it back when he said something.

This matter cannot be explained at all, and it cannot be pushed to the boss.

Fu Hanchuan coughed and said, "It's okay if I said it."

He pinched the photo in his hand, kept suppressing his anger, and said to Qiao Shen: "Send your wife back."

Qiao Shen nodded, reached out to the door and said, "Madam, I'd better send you back first."

Mrs. Zhuo Ya looked at Fu Hanchuan with concern and said, "I should have burned these photos with fire, and I shouldn't have let you see them. But I also think that letting you take a look will be good for you."

"Hanchuan, you shouldn't waste your thoughts on her a little bit."

"She is not the woman our Fu family is looking for. She was not worthy of being the Fu family's wife before, and now she is even less worthy."

"Do you know?"

Fu Hanchuan's thin lips were pursed, and his voice was extremely cold: "Qiao Shen, send your wife out!"

My son's tone was extremely bad. Seeing that his face was on the verge of anger again, Mrs. Zhuo Ya frowned and looked at him again, and had to turn around and leave.

Before leaving, she said the last sentence: "I think you should figure it out carefully!"

When the door closed, Fu Hanchuan's face turned gloomy as ice, and his eyes were not at all warm and looked at the photo in his hand.

This pair of people is really affectionate!

Fu Hanchuan's fingers creaked, and he wanted to drag the person in the photo out and beat him up.

His throat was rolling violently, and another rush of breath surged up from his throat.

Qiao Shen took Mrs. Zhuo Ya to the elevator and turned back, he saw Fu Hanchuan coughing violently with one hand on the table.

Qiao Shen was an old lady again and advised: "Mr. Fu, if you cough like this, it will turn into pneumonia, maybe it will be pneumonia."

"The year is coming to the end. Mr. Fu, you can't collapse."

He thought about it and added: "Young Master Fu Ying still needs your care."

Fu Hanchuan took a breath, put a few photos on the desktop randomly, put them in the drawer and locked them up, and walked out with a gloomy face: "Let's go."

Qiao Shen was stunned: "Where to go?"

Fu Hanchuan glanced at him with cold eyes: "Didn't you say you want to go to the hospital?"

He was afraid that he would not be able to bear the anger when he was sick and would be angry to death by the woman, which was really what she wanted.

Qiao Shen originally thought that Fu Hanchuan would stand the matter to the end, but he actually persuaded him this time. I wonder what Mrs. Zhuo Ya had used to make him so angry.

When Qiao Shen was curious, Fu Hanchuan came over and handed him an envelope: "Go and check the source of this letter."

Qiao Shen took it over and looked at it. There were only four words "Zhuo Ya Qinqi" on the envelope, and it was printed with the font. There was no address of the sender. It was obvious that someone deliberately placed it somewhere.

Qiao Shen followed Fu Hanchuan: "Mr. Fu, are there no more clues?"

Fu Hanchuan's voice was cold and quiet: "The surveillance near the Fu family's old house can see who has appeared in the Fu family's old house."

With this clue, Qiao Shen was furious. He was holding the empty envelope and was actually curious about what photos were installed here. It seemed that he mentioned his wife in his conversation with Mrs. Zhuo Ya just now.

However, Qiao Shen had a strong sense of crisis and knew even more deeply that his wife would never be mentioned at this time.

When he arrived at the hospital, Fu Hanchuan was having a treatment for infusion. Qiao Shen saw him lying on the hospital bed, holding his cell phone in his hand and wondering what he was looking at.

Qiao Shen thought for a while and wanted to call his wife, but he didn't dare to mention it.

If the wife knows and refuses to visit her, she will be completely outbreak.

The next day, as soon as Fu Ying left the school gate, he was picked up by the Fu family's driver, and Chang Yan was sitting in the car.

She looked at Su Xiang coldly through the glass window, and the corners of her lips suddenly curled up, with a hint of pride in her provocation.

Su Xiang's eyes turned cold.

During the time Fu Ying walked home, she had always been with him, and she only had such a little time to accompany him every day.

Chang Yan, why did she appear again?
To be continued...