Strongly Locked Up, Fu Shao’s Dumb New Wife

Chapter 23: He has never touched her lips

Fu Zhengnan has not given him the position of the helm of the Fu Group, but most of his work has been handed over to this son.

The huge amount of work gave him a headache.

Su Xiang closed his collar, half-kneeled beside him, rubbed his head, soft and strong finger pressure, Fu Hanchuan’s gathered brows slowly loosened.

He held her slender wrist and put it on his waist, resting his head on her shoulder, Su Xiang raised his hand and turned down the volume of the movie.

In this gloomy movie hall, it seems that time has slowed down, even Su Xiang himself fell asleep unknowingly, and when she woke up, Fu Hanchuan looked at her above her head.

He frowned slightly, his pitch-black eyes were exceptionally bright in the dimness, faintly flickering, and surround sound, magnifying the space countless times, just like in a small universe where only she and him exist.

The time and space was chaotic for a while, so Su Xiang didn’t recover for a while, she couldn’t help raising her arm, and stroking a finger on his slightly frowning eyebrow, and she kissed him on the lips in a ghostly manner.

Soft and semi-moist touch, there is still his slightly high temperature on the lips…

Su Xiang was stunned after the kiss. After a second of his brain went blank, his eyelashes dropped quickly, his arm pushed him, and the heart in his chest was almost jumping.

They had everything that should have been between them, and his needs were…extensive, but…he had never kissed her lips.

She knows that he dislikes her mouth-can’t talk…

Su Xiang sat, flustered and confused, fearing that he would lose his temper and say something nasty. Sure enough, the little kiss seemed to touch him.

Fu Hanchuan frowned and looked at her, her dark eyes could not see much light, and there was no temperature.

He didn’t say a word, he looked at Su Xiang so deeply for several seconds, then stood up with a calm face, “Go back.”

Su Xiang sighed silently, and went back to change his clothes in silence. Fu Hanchuan was already standing there waiting for her in neat clothes.

When going out, Song’s mother called and said that Fu Ying couldn’t see her crying. Su Xiang tapped on the phone twice to show that she knew.

She wrote on her phone: Fu Ying is crying, tell the driver to hurry up.

Fu Hanchuan glanced at her lightly, then turned and walked towards the door.

When he got home, Fu Ying saw Su Xiang and immediately entangled him.

Since Fu Ying was born, he has basically never left Su Xiang. After Su Xiang went to work, the little guy still had trouble for a while before adapting. At night, I always pestered Su Xiang.

The little guy stopped crying in his mother’s arms, but kept sobbing, looking so unjustified, a tear in his big eyes could not fall away.

Su Xiang was so distressed that he hugged the child to coax, Fu Hanchuan took off his coat and handed it to Mother Song, and walked over to pick up the child and hug him.

“I’ll take care of the child, you go take a bath first.”

Mother Song was carrying Fu Hanchuan’s clothes. When the two of them entered the door just now, she felt that the atmosphere did not seem to be right, and she immediately retreated with interest.

When Su Xiang had finished washing, Fu Hanchuan lay on her bed, flipping a book. He also looked like he had taken a shower, with only a bath towel around his waist, and his firm honey-colored muscles glowed amber under the light.

Su Xiang was taken aback, and quickly looked away, his cheeks slightly hot.