Fu's Building.

Fu Hanchuan hung up the phone and walked to the door of the lounge. The door was open. A little man was lying on the wide bed, with a schoolbag tilting down at the head of the bed.

The little guy just picked him up from school and was lying down depressedly.

Fu Hanchuan put his phone back into his pocket, walked in and stood beside the bed, looking at him from a high place. The little guy moved and slapped his long eyelashes.

The man bent down slightly and put his hands on his son's forehead, which was a bit hot.

He frowned and withdrew his hand, saying, "Difficult?"

Fu Ying nodded silently and curled up pitifully.

Fu Hanchuan breathed, picked up the quilt beside his legs and covered him: "Sleep first."

He instructed Xiao Jia to go to the pharmacy to buy children's fever-relieving medicine, but the person hasn't come back yet.

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

Outside the lounge, Fu Hanchuan sat on a big leather chair, continuing to handle official duties, occasionally glanced 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 fever-relieving medicine recommended by the pharmacy, and it is said that it has few side effects."

Fu Hanchuan said "um" and asked Xiaojia to leave the medicine. Xiaojia looked at Fu Hanchuan busy, then looked into the lounge and said, "Mr. Fu, do you want me to take care of Fu Ying first?"

Fu Hanchuan looked up at her and said lightly: "No need, go do your business."

The boss said this, Xiaojia didn't want to be labeled as a slap in the generals, and went out quickly.

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

He picked up the medicine and walked back to the lounge again. The little guy quietly sat on the bed reading a book. The lid of the schoolbag on the cabinet was 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 placed the medicine on the bedside table. Fu Ying glanced at the small medicine bottle, his eyes trembled slightly, and he slowly turned over a page of the book.

"dad……"

Fu Hanchuan was reading the instructions for the medicine: "Hmm?"

Fu Ying turned over another page of the book and said in a muffled voice: "Dad, I don't want to take medicine."

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

Fu Ying looked up at him: "Are you not working anymore?"

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

Fu Ying got up from the quilt, put his arm into Fu Hanchuan's unfolded sleeves, put on his coat, and lay on Fu Hanchuan's shoulders in a depressed manner.

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

Fu Ying hugged his father's neck and asked in a muffled voice: "Is she still here?"

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

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

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

Because Fu Hanchuan had greeted the front desk before, Su Xiang got to Fu's house and went straight to the elevator and hurried over again.

Su Xiang came to Fu once, and was familiar with the road. In desperation, he went straight to the president's office. When Xiao Jia saw Su Xiang coming hurriedly, she immediately stood up to receive her.

"Miss Su, please wait a moment, I will ask the president for instructions."

Xiao Jia is young, but she learns and understands quickly. The last time she learned experience from Qiao Shen, she is much more calm now.

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

She was too anxious and didn't think so much for a moment.

The people here don't know what her relationship with Fu Hanchuan is. If she goes into Fu Hanchuan's office without notice, it will definitely cause some rumors.

And what she needs the least is these rumors.

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

Fu Hanchuan paused his fingers as he typing on the keyboard, without raising his head, and said, "Let her come in."

In the corridor outside the door, Su Xiang was waiting quietly. When Xiao Jia reported it, she walked in.

In the office, Fu Hanchuan was still handling official duties. After Su Xiang entered, she swept around his office, but she did not see Fu Ying.

Her eyebrows frowned: "Where is Fu Ying?"

Without seeing the child, Su Xiang subconsciously thought that Fu Hanchuan was playing some trick to trick her over.

After all, he has a lot of bad deeds.

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

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

"Fu Ying is your son. You used the reason he was sick to trick me. Are you too much?"

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

His thin lips were pursed tightly, and his already serious face showed a hint of coldness.

"Are you finished?"

When Su Xiang saw his expression, she subconsciously pinched her fingers.

Fu Hanchuan glanced at her, and his lips curled up and said, "Do you think I lied to you?"

Su Xiang stammered her neck: "What if that?"

The facts are in front of you.

Fu Hanchuan stood up and stood straight there with his tall body. The area in his office area was already one step higher, which made him look even taller and gave people a sense of oppression.

Su Xiang twisted it, and simply turned his head to the side and refused to look at him.

As he heard the sound of footsteps approaching, Fu Hanchuan's face turned cold and said, "He was very uncomfortable, Qiao Shen sent him home."

Su Xiang was stunned, opened her mouth, and then became angry again.

She said with anger: "Fu Ying is sick. You don't send him to the hospital, but you brought him home after bringing him to the company. Are you just trying to mess with him?"

“…”

The air in the office suddenly became cold.

The coldness on Fu Hanchuan's body became even stronger, and his breath was slightly deeper. At this moment, Su Xiang was no longer afraid of him.

He was still a child, how could he mess with his son like this!

Fu Hanchuan walked down the steps, approached Su Xiang in two steps, and looked down at her from a high point.

Su Xiang's heartbeat was beating and calm. She pursed her lips and said, "If you are busy with work and can't take good care of him, then..."

"Leave it to you to raise?"

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

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

This woman always writes her emotions on her face.

After that sentence, Su Xiang stared at him and pinched her fist.

Yes, that's what she means!

Fu Hanchuan sneered coldly, and his thin lips raised again, as if he was extremely sarcastic.

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

"He is sick now, are you anxious? Want to get him over?"

"Where were you when he was looking for you in the past three years?"

"Why are you blaming me in an unjust way?"

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

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

He glanced at her deeply, turned around and walked back, and sat back into the leather chair.

He integrated all the three years he had taken care of his children alone in the last heavy sentence.

Su Xiang's breathing was slightly suffocated and her throat choked.

Not to mention the reason why she left Beicheng, he was the only one who has taken care of Fu Ying over the years.

The man didn't look at her again, and buried his work again. A low voice came: "I'm very busy..."

Su Xiang bit her lips, turned around embarrassedly and walked towards the door, putting her palm on the door handle.

At this time, the man's low voice came from behind again: "He is at home. If you can't rest assured, go and have a look."
To be continued...