It's not too late to love: Young Master Fu spoils his wife with strength

Xiang Elegy watched and listened indifferently to what Fu Chengxun said from the beginning to the end.

"Fu Chengxun, is this the latest way you came up with to torture me?"

The man's expression was cold and heartless, like a debt-collecting Satan.

"This is what you should bear. Xiang Elegy, you are now bought by me. To put it bluntly, you are a servant with me. You have no right to refute what I said."

Xiang Elegy chuckled: "Yes, to Mr. Fu, Elegy is like a dog. What right do I have to refute?"

"As long as you know."

"Yes, I know everything, so I can do everything by myself and obey Mr. Fu. Now, can I go upstairs?"

The man is silent.

Xiang Elegy took it as a default, turned around, and walked upstairs, without looking at Fu Chengxun again during the whole process.

Tuliu Fu Chengxun stood where he was, his eyes changing secretly.

……

After Fu Chengxun put down his words that day, Aunt Wen did not dare to cook for Xiang Elegy, nor did she dare to wash clothes or tidy up the room for Xiang Elegy.

But after getting along with each other for a long time, Aunt Wen still feels a little uncomfortable seeing Elegy working so hard every day to cook and wash clothes by herself.

Especially when it is found that the right hand of the elegy is strange.

It was one morning when Xiang Elegy was beating eggs, and Aunt Wen was standing at the door, seeing that she was having difficulty operating with one hand, she asked suspiciously: "Miss Xiang, beating eggs is a delicate job, why do you do it with one hand? "

The movement on the lamenter stopped, and after a few seconds of silence, she spoke in a low voice without any fluctuations in her voice.

"Aunt Wen, my right hand was disabled four years ago."

Aunt Wen's expression changed instantly: "What did you say to Miss Xiang?"

Taking all Aunt Wen's surprise into her eyes, she lowered her eyes to Elegy and smiled lowly: "It's hard to accept, isn't it? I used to think that I couldn't accept it all my life, but ah, time is really an interesting thing, only four years, I was able to say such things so calmly."

Aunt Wen's expression was complicated: "Does Mr. Fu know?"

A trace of coldness flashed in Xiang Elegy's eyes: "He? I'm afraid no one in this world knows better than him."

Her hand, but he was the one who ruined it.

Aunt Wen didn't know the meaning of Xiang Elegy's words, but in the end she didn't ask anything.

Since Mr. Fu knows all about it, Mr. Fu must have wanted to give Miss Xiang all these sufferings.

She is a servant, even if she feels distressed, she has no identity or position to speak.

……

On this day, Xiang Elegy went to work in the company as usual, but just as she walked to the door of the company, a woman suddenly stepped forward and blocked her way.

It was Mo Shanshan who was fired by Fu Chengxun not long ago.

Having not seen her for a few days, Mo Shanshan looked lonely and lost more than a circle of weight. If it wasn't for that familiar voice, Xiang Elegy would have suspected that she had mistaken someone.

"elegy."

Mo Shanshan grabbed her hand with excitement in her eyes: "I finally waited for you."

Xiang Elegy glanced at the hand tightly held by Mo Shanshan, and raised his head for a moment: "What do you want from me?"

"Elegy, elegy, it's because I don't know Taishan with my eyes, I didn't recognize your identity, I didn't know that you were President Fu's ex-wife, and I did something that hurt you. Can't you let me live?"