Addicted to Love, Mr. Fu’s Newly Married Wife

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With a businesslike look on his face, the prison guard handed Xu Xiaoxiao a package of items and a list, and said, "Mrs. Fu, these are the things Xu Haojie left behind when he was in prison. We have a list, please click on it. "

Xu Xiaoxiao took the thin piece of paper and the slightly worn package, and an indescribable complex emotion surged in her heart.

She glanced at the list, which was densely packed with clothing and daily necessities, seemingly trivial.

However, for her, these items carry a heavy past and an inseparable family affection.

She signed gently and opened the package with trembling fingers.

A familiar smell rushed to his face, it was the smell of Xu Haojie, mixed with the unique dullness and depression in prison.

The clothes were folded neatly, and it seemed that Xu Haojie's past meticulousness could still be seen.

Beyond that, however, there was nothing special, no clues that she had expected, no hints that would reveal the truth.

Xu Xiaoxiao felt disappointed, but felt that it was expected.

She knew very well that Xu Haojie had been under Fu Yanchen's close surveillance, and even if there was anything important, it would have fallen into Fu Yanchen's hands.

She couldn't help but smile bitterly, and felt a sense of powerlessness in her heart, as if she had been defeated again in a battle with fate.

At this moment, Fu Yanchen spoke. His voice was low and cold, as if he was stating an insignificant fact: "There shouldn't be anything important. This is just prison procedure."

Xu Xiaoxiao raised her head and met his deep gaze.

She knew that she could not see any emotional fluctuations in his eyes, because Fu Yanchen's heart was already wrapped in a thick layer of ice.

She no longer had any illusions, just nodded silently and said, "Go back!"

The moment she turned to leave, she suddenly realized that some things could never be erased.

Xu Haojie's existence, his love, his hatred, his pain and struggle were all deeply imprinted in her heart.

She couldn't forget him or the years they had experienced together.

And those seemingly insignificant clothes and supplies became her only objects that could express her grief.

She held the package as if she was holding Xu Haojie's soul.

She knew that no matter where she went, no matter how time passed, she could never get rid of this heavy memory.

"Xiaoxiao, there are some things you should let go of."

Fu Yanchen's voice was low and powerful, as if he was trying to pull Xu Xiaoxiao out of the quagmire of the past, "Go to the company tomorrow. I have a gift for you."

Xu Xiaoxiao shook her head gently, "In a few days, I don't want to go anywhere tomorrow. I want to go to Xu's mother and give these things to her."

As she spoke, she pointed to the package at hand. It was all Xu Haojie's belongings left in prison. These things should be given to Xu's mother.

Fu Yanchen frowned slightly. He knew what Xu Xiaoxiao was feeling, but he could do nothing about it. "Xiaoxiao, don't go. Ji Luoluo is not an ordinary person next to Xu's mother. I'm afraid she will hurt you." His tone was filled with emotion. Worry and concern.

Xu Xiaoxiao didn't seem to hear his words. She looked out the car window with empty and confused eyes, "Even if she hurts me, I don't mind. After all, her brother is also because of me..."

Her words stopped abruptly, but they were enough to express her inner pain and guilt.

"Xiaoxiao, things are not as simple as you think. Ji Feng..." Fu Yanchen tried to explain and tell her something, but was coldly interrupted by Xu Xiaoxiao.

"That's enough, Fu Yanchen, I don't want to hear it. Brother Ji Feng has already left. What else do you want? Can you put aside your dirty thoughts? You have an unclean heart and think everyone is a bad person. Lu Jingjing is pure and kind, she said You will believe that there are murderers all over the world. In this case, why don’t you lock yourself together and harm others?”

Xu Xiaoxiao looked at Fu Yanchen angrily, with fire in his eyes.

Fu Yanchen looked at her and sighed deeply.

Fu Yanchen was silent. He knew that there were some things that could not be comforted and smoothed by words. Xu Xiaoxiao was telling the truth.

He closed his mouth silently, turned his head to the car window, and looked at the gradually dimming sky outside the window. His heart was filled with a sense of powerlessness and frustration. What should he do to make Xu Xiaoxiao change his mind.

Xu Xiaoxiao sat quietly on the side, staring blankly ahead.

After a while, Fu Yanchen broke the silence, with a hint of firmness in his tone: "In this case, I will go with you."

He was really worried about Xu Xiaoxiao going to meet those two people alone. He didn't know if the inexplicable text message he received yesterday was true.

Xu Xiaoxiao looked at him and sneered softly, with a hint of ridicule and provocation: "Aren't you afraid that Ji Luoluo will kill you? Brother Ji Feng died in your hospital."

Fu Yanchen heard that her words were full of complex emotions, including pain and anger.

Fu Yanchen just smiled faintly, his eyes showing confidence and calmness: "She doesn't have that ability yet."

He knew Ji Luoluo's methods and thoughts, but he also knew his own strength and bottom line.

"Really? Then go on your own! Take your things with you."

Xu Xiaoxiao said, pushing the package in the direction of Fu Yanchen, as if he wanted to get rid of this heavy memory and responsibility.

She really didn't want to see Fu Yanchen now. She suddenly thought of visiting her brother in the cemetery. She thought she would meet that person again.

Fu Yanchen did not take the package. He frowned at Xu Xiaoxiao and asked in confusion: "What about you? Aren't you going?" He didn't understand why Xu Xiaoxiao suddenly changed his mind.

"I went to the cemetery to see my brother."

Xu Xiaoxiao said, and Fu Yanchen caught a trace of sadness flashing in Xu Xiaoxiao's eyes.

In fact, Xu Xiaoxiao couldn't face Xu's mother and Ji Luoluo, and couldn't face the heavy guilt and pain.

So she had to face her brother, face Ji Feng, face those deep thoughts and memories, and make atonement in front of them.

"Xiaoxiao!" Fu Yanchen's voice suddenly became louder. He stared closely into Xu Xiaoxiao's eyes, as if he wanted to see through her heart, "Why are you always like this? It's so unpredictable every time. "

Fu Yanchen looked helpless and frustrated. He really didn't know how to face this complex and contradictory woman. He felt so tired. He didn't understand the girl Xu Xiaoxiao at all.

Xu Xiaoxiao did not answer him, but lowered her head silently, as if immersed in her own world.

She knew she couldn't explain it or be understood.

She can only face and handle everything in her own way, no matter what others think or say

Fu Yanchen clenched his fist tightly...