The little guy was a little excited. He threw the problem he had been struggling with before, and did not notice Su Xiang's strangeness.

And the closer Su Xiang got to the former "home", the more nervous she felt.

She had never thought of stepping into this place again.

The elevator soon stopped on the floor where the Fu family was. She took a breath again and led Fu Ying out of the elevator.

She tried her best to relax herself, but when she looked at the door in front of her, her chest and heart kept shrinking.

Fu Ying ran over when he got to the door a few steps. He naively thought that with his mother there, someone would provide him with the guarantee and would not be scolded by his father.

The little guy tiptoed and pressed the password. Mother Song heard a sound at the door and walked out. When she saw Su Xiang standing outside the door, she was stunned and blurted out: "Madam..."

After not seeing you for three years, Song's mother has always missed Su Xiang very much. When she met, her excited voice changed.

How long did Su Xiang live here? How long did Song’s mother stay here? She witnessed all the joys, sorrows, sorrows and joys here after Su Xiang became the wife of this family.

When Su Xiang sent Fu Ying home, she actually met Song's mother once or twice, but she didn't dare to come out to meet her.

She pulled the corners of her lips and hugged Song's mother: "Song mother..."

Mother Song was stunned when she heard her speak, and looked at her in shock: "Madam, you..."

At this moment, a cool male voice suddenly rang out: "You are in love with the master and servant, are you still in the end?"

Upon hearing this, Song's mother quickly took a step back and let Su Xiang come in. Su Xiang frowned and suppressed all the emotions in her heart and entered the door.

Fu Hanchuan glanced at her feet and did not look at Su Xiang again. He turned to look at Fu Ying and said coldly: "Come here for me."

Fu Ying sagged his mouth and followed him with his little head hanging down.

In the living room, Fu Hanchuan was sitting on the sofa, and the little guy stood in front of him, grabbing the back of his neck and pulling his pants.

"Who told you to run away from home?"

"dad……"

He was not running away from home, but going out for an adventure.

But before Fu Ying said anything, the man blamed him again: "Did you not have a memory of what happened last time?"

Fu Ying was raped by him. He looked at the man's dark face and beans began to fall from his eyes. The little guy looked at Su Xiang for help, but Fu Hanchuan pulled his hand and scolded him: "Stand for me."

"Tell me, how did you get there?"

It is not the first time that Fu Ying went to find Su Xiang without permission to leave the adult's sight without warning. If he did not warn, the child would be more courageous and would be lawless.

Fu Ying rubbed his eyes and said in a crying voice: "Go to the bus."

"What car?"

Su Xiang stood aside and watched Fu Hanchuan scold his son.

She had already educated Fu Ying to run around privately, and she didn't want to see how he taught her son. She said, "He came to me, I've already told him. Is that OK?"

As soon as Su Xiang spoke, the man looked up and looked at her coldly, saying, "Go back to the room and look at her walls and think about her mistakes, and you are not allowed to come out."

The words were said to Fu Ying. The little guy didn't dare to talk back to him at this time, so he went to the room obediently.

Su Xiang looked at the man with a cold look. She knew too well what his look meant.

Before he started attacking, she pinched her fingers slightly, raised her chin and said, "I have sent Fu Ying. Please don't make any more embarrassment and stop me from meeting him."

The man snorted coldly in his nose: "Mr. Fu?"

Su Xiang pursed her lips and ignored her mouth, turned her head, and there was silence in the air.

One second, two seconds, time passes in ticking.

Seeing that the scene seemed to be on the verge of the situation again, Mother Song automatically retreated with tactfulness.

At this time, a rustling sound rang in the air. Fu Hanchuan stood up, and his tall figure blocked the light in front of Su Xiang, casting a huge shadow.

Su Xiang's eyelashes trembled slightly, and his chin was pinched and forced to turn his head. The man's face in front of him had no expression, and his black eyes were bottomless.

"If you say sir, I can still understand that you are calling me husband, but you, Mr. Fu... are you going to separate yourself from me?"

After he finished speaking, he stepped forward, pressed his body against hers, and his toes against hers.

"Do you want me to tell you who am I?

At such a close distance, Su Xiang could clearly smell the faint tobacco smell on his body, and could also clearly feel his warm breath gushing on her face.

His eyes were evil and angry, and his fingers, which were called out, tightened again and again, frowned in pain.

"Su Xiang, do you think I don't know. You have been picking up Fu Ying these days?"

"If I hadn't turned a blind eye, would you think you could?"

"Just you said, I am still your man, so you can send him lunch and pick him up after school."

"Do you think I'll let an irrelevant person contact my son?"

The man said one by one, and Su Xiang’s heart was beating in her chest.

She was not surprised by what Fu Hanchuan said.

If he hadn't let go, Fu Ying wouldn't have walked home by herself, and she wouldn't have had the chance to pick up the child.

But she couldn't stand it...

Su Xiang's hand was hanging down, her fists couldn't help but clenched, and she couldn't help but push his hand away.

The push was so hard that he successfully pushed his hand away. Su Xiang touched his chin and said coldly: "It's just my nominal couple in law. If you are unhappy, I'll call you that, you can also call Fu Hanchuan."

"It's just that we have the current relationship, there is no need to pretend to be intimate, so don't make a fuss too ugly."

She glanced at Fu Ying's children's room, and she didn't want the child to see him.

"I've sent people back and I won't take up your place."

Su Xiang left the words and turned around and was about to leave. The man was behind her and a cool voice fell.

"stop."

Su Xiang paused, turned to look over, and saw the man covering his stomach and frowning and saying, "Go and cook."

Su Xiang was stunned there, did she hear that right?

She looked at his covered stomach and remembered that Fu Hanchuan had stomach problems.

But with Song Ma at home, how could it be that her family didn’t prepare supper?

In the guest room, Song's mother quietly listened to the movement outside the door, unable to hear what was being said outside, but when she heard the word "cooking", her mouth opened.

What does this mean, sir?

In the living room, Fu Hanchuan glared at Su Xiang and said, "What are you doing while standing there?"

He also looked at Fu Ying's children's room: "You sent Fu Ying here at this time. Has he eaten?"

Su Xiang was speechless.

Fu Ying sent the person back before she had time to eat. But Su Xiang still maintained her original thinking. She had Song's mother at home, and it was time to have dinner at this time, so why did she have to cook dinner?

She is not the nanny here.

What are these and what...

However, considering that Fu Ying and Su Xiang endured it, he went into the kitchen to take a look.

In the trash can, rice and vegetables were mixed together and soaked in fish head soup. There was still a layer of hot air floating on it, and the oil flowers had not solidified yet.

The voice of the man behind him came: "Overnight."

After the man finished speaking, he left the kitchen.

Su Xiang glanced at his back and walked to the refrigerator to open it.

The huge double-door refrigerator has a lot of seasonings, but not many ingredients available.

The Fu family has a small population, and Song’s mother purchased few ingredients, so she basically only bought the ones that day. Today is when she cleared the refrigerator.

Su Xiang took a breath, took two pieces of scallion oil from the refrigerator and grabbed the pancake crust, a handful of lettuce, two eggs, bacon, cheese, and another pack of instant noodles and two oranges.

This has all the ingredients available in the refrigerator.

She didn't know when the instant noodles would be prepared in Fu's refrigerator, but she could only give it up.

She boiled water in one pan and fryed her hand and grabbed the cakes in the other pan.

Outside the kitchen door, Fu Hanchuan put his hands in his pocket, listening to the sound inside, his eyes softened slightly.

In this kitchen, she used to be the world, and she could eat what she made with her own hands every day...

A few minutes later, the Fu family restaurant.

Fu Hanchuan and Fu Ying sat face to face, looking at the instant noodles wrapped in hand-grabbing cakes in front of him, the cheese on the ice skin melted slightly, with a faint smell of scallion oil.

There is also a plate of chopped oranges placed in the center of the table.

Fu Ying looked up at Fu Hanchuan: "Dad, what is this?"

Su Xiang left after making this simple dinner.
To be continued...