After marrying the richest husband

Ever since he heard that every piece of clothing can be delivered in every size, Sangqiao's heart is filled with joy like a pie falling from the sky.

He sat in the co-pilot very obediently, didn't even play with his mobile phone, and was fully prepared to pretend to be a virtuous and well-educated person.

However, the black Maybach just got off the elevated South Third Ring Road.

The cell phone in Sang Qiao's pocket rang persistently.

The bell rang three times in a row.

Even Fu Xingzhou, who was driving, was startled, turned around and looked at Sangqiao: "It's okay, take it."

Sang Qiao pouted, took the phone out of his back pocket, and glanced at the caller ID.

The caller was an old man who lived in the same block as Sangqiao before, because he had known each other for many years, and all he knew was Sangqiao's private number.

Sang Qiao answered the phone with a rare normal tone: "Hello, Grandma Li, what's the matter?"

Grandma Li lost a few teeth four or five years ago, and she has never been willing to go to the dentist for repairs. Her speech leaked, with a slowness unique to the elderly: "Qiaoqiao, are you busy with work recently and haven't come home?"

Sang Qiao subconsciously reached out to pick at the side of the black coat on his body, and shook his head: "I'm not busy, I'm just at the company these few days, Grandma Li, what can you do?"

Grandma Li then said, "Oh, it's not a very important matter. It's just that grandma replaced the gas tank the day before yesterday and hasn't moved it in yet. Qiaoqiao, you see you have time..."

Sang Qiao understood the meaning when Grandma Li said the first word, raised the corner of her mouth and said, "I know, don't worry, I'll be home soon, I'll move it for you."

Grandma Li let go of her heart and said: "By the way, Qiaoqiao, and your grandpa's operation was completed last week. His wife came back last night to make chicken soup for him, saying that he is recovering well, and the chicken soup for you It's still in grandma's refrigerator."

Sang Qiao responded quickly: "Okay, Grandma Li, wait for me, I'll be there soon."

That's the end of the call.

Sang Qiao's eyes drifted away for a while without knowing where to go, and it took a long time before they became solid again.

He lightly poked the arm of the person beside him: "Fu Xingzhou, are you waiting?"

Fu Xingzhou basically understood the general meaning from what Sang Qiao said just now, and there was no expression on his face: "Where are you going?"

Sang Qiao whispered: "It's where I used to live, just outside the sixth ring road, it's a bit far... Do you know where it is?"

The rain outside the car is majestic.

After a whole day, the heavy rain not only has no intention of stopping, but seems to be getting bigger and bigger.

Fu Xingzhou didn't say he knew or didn't know, but turned his head: "Do you want to go?"

Sang Qiao: "..."

In fact, I don't really want to go.

He is very tired today, and he really wants to go home and have a warm meal, and then spread the salted fish.

Although Sangqiao grew up wildly since he was a child, with no culture and no great prospects, he never refused the requests of his old neighbors.

From small to large.

Children who grow up eating hundreds of meals are born with more debts than others.

The car was quiet for a few seconds.

Sang Qiao pursed his lips in worry, and pointed at the car door pitifully: "Honey, why don't you put me on the side of the road, and I'll take a taxi."

Fu Xingzhou: "..."

After a few days of marriage, the rest of the good ones don't learn, but acting like a baby is getting better and better.

Obviously, the rain outside the window is cold and oppressive.

However, Fu Xingzhou was abruptly shouted by Sang Qiao, causing a hot feeling to spread along his internal organs, as if he was about to yell and swallow the restless person in front of him.

But no.

too fast.

Sang Qiao hasn't said yes yet.

Fu Xingzhou held the steering wheel tighter and tighter, turned the car around, and drove out of the city.

This time was the evening rush hour after get off work, and the car was stuck on the road for almost three hours.

By the time Sangqiao and Fu Xingzhou drove to the yard, it was already past seven o'clock in the evening.

Gradually entering autumn, Beicheng got dark early, coupled with the heavy rain, even the old people who were sitting and chatting downstairs went back to their respective homes.

Sang Qiao was about to open the door and get out of the car.

But I heard the person beside me say coldly: "Wait a minute."

Sang Qiao turned his head: "Huh?"

Fu Xingzhou opened the car door first, took the umbrella from the back seat, and opened it.

Then he walked to the passenger seat of Sangqiao: "Come down."

The large black umbrella covered the pouring rain, and the thick coat also blocked the cold night wind.

Sang Qiao was slightly taken aback.

This kind of old-fashioned community on the outskirts of Beicheng originally belonged to the family buildings of rough factories. The brick-concrete structure in the 70s and [-]s was only four or five stories high.

Although the speed of urban reform is fast, the old community in the depths of the alley does not seem to have received much welfare, and it still stands there.

There is very little greenery in the whole community, and only a few surviving light bulbs are left in the heavy rain to play their roles dutifully.

Sangqiao stepped on two big puddles along the way, and the splashed dirty water not only wetted his pants, but also made Fu Xingzhou who was walking beside him tired.

Finally stood still in front of the unit building.

By the light at the door of the building.

Sang Qiao looked at the series of mud spots on Fu Xingzhou's expensive trousers, and made a rare confession: "Fu Xingzhou, why don't you go back to the car and wait for me, it's warm in the car and it's not raining yet. "

Fu Xingzhou tilted the umbrella inward: "No, I'll wait for you."

Sang Qiao was very moved, and looked up at Fu Xingzhou tearfully, "Thank you, you are really a good person."

Fu Xingzhou: "..."

Grandma Li's family lives on the fifth floor, the highest floor in this community. The gas tanks here charge an extra [-] yuan for each floor up.

In order to save the 40 yuan fee for going upstairs, generally the gas tank is carried up by Sangqiao.

Today, when natural gas has already been popularized into households, this kind of old and remote community is like a speck of dust forgotten in the modernization construction, which is insignificant and can be ignored casually.

Sang Qiao stood on the gate of the unit and rang the bell.

Soon.

Grandma Li's voice rang through the doorbell: "Is it Qiaoqiao? The gas tank at Grandma's house is on the stairs on the first floor. Move it slowly, don't fall yourself."

The doorbell hangs up.

Sang Qiao opened the door of the building, and the gray-green gas tank was indeed placed in the old place.

He rubbed his hands, not forgetting to take off Fu Xingzhou's coat.

Just about to return the coat to Fu Xingzhou——

Then he heard the sound of leather shoes coming in from the door behind him.

Then Fu Xingzhou's voice sounded: "The old lady called you here just to let you carry the gas?"

I don't know if it is Sang Qiao's own illusion.

Fu Xingzhou's voice was as cold as ice.

It also seemed to hide some inexplicable anger.

It's barely visible, but it does seem to exist.

Sang Qiao scratched his head, but couldn't get Fu Xingzhou's anger for a while, so he turned around honestly and nodded: "The fifth floor, I'll get there in a while!"

Fu Xingzhou's expression sank completely.

He originally thought that these old neighbors called Sang Qiao over to do a small favor.

Unexpectedly, he was able to open his mouth and asked Sang Qiao to help carry the gas upstairs.

He wished he could be raised in a golden cage and held in the palm of his hand.

But I have to carry the gas tank for others.

However, Sangqiao is still used to it, and even the movements seem to have been carried out so many times skillfully.

Fu Xingzhou didn't speak for a while.

For a moment, the air pressure in the corridor was so low that Sang Qiao felt uncomfortable all over. He tentatively pushed his coat towards Fu Xingzhou: "Hey, Mr. Fu, do you think I can't carry it with my small body?"

Sang Qiao seems to have a talent for crosstalk for self-entertainment, and added another sentence: "You worry too much! I am different from you. I am born with the physique of a low-level citizen who is naughty and patient. Why don't you move a gas tank?" , little case!"

Fu Xingzhou: "..."

The lights in the corridor are also dim.

Only Sang Qiao's eyes are bright and moving.

Like a clear, shallow and blue lake, only his own figure was printed.

Fu Xingzhou took out his mobile phone and said to Sang Qiao: "Let that old lady wait a while, I'll ask someone to come and move it for her."

Sang Qiao: "???"

Sang Qiao was dazed for a while, and quickly reached out and grabbed Fu Xingzhou's arm: "No, no, no! I can carry it! I'm fine! No need to call!"

Fu Xingzhou frowned: "Why?"

Sang Qiao rubbed his nose: "Hey... Actually, I had no food when I was a child. It's because my neighbors and grandparents gave me a bite of food so I didn't starve to death."

"Now that I have finally grown up alive, it is right to help them move the gas, and I don't need to use other people's hands."

As Sang Qiao said, he put his coat on Fu Xingzhou's arm.

Then he turned around and bent over, exerting a sudden force.

He was about to carry the gas tank on his shoulder.

Another obviously stronger force beside him took the gas tank from Sangqiao's shoulder.

Sang Qiao was stunned, and subconsciously turned his head.

The gas tank that was supposed to be on his back has been successfully placed on Fu Xingzhou's shoulder.

Probably because I have never carried gas before.

Fu Xingzhou's movements seemed very unskilled, and his posture was also wrong.

The high-definition gray-blue suit has a few incomparably distorted arcs due to the movement, and it is wrinkled. It has lost the temperament that originally said that I am very expensive.

Sang Qiao was stunned, reaching out to snatch the gas tank back.

But Fu Xingzhou had already stepped up the first step, and said in a calm voice, "What's the door number on the fifth floor?"

"Huh? Oh, door number three."

Sang Qiao hurriedly chased after him, and followed Fu Xingzhou one step left and one step right, anxious like a grasshopper roasting on fire, "Fu Xingzhou! Fu Xingzhou, you can't do it! This posture is very troublesome! You should give it to me!"

Fu Xingzhou paused, his voice was cold: "Am I not as strong as you?"

Sang Qiao: "..."

Sang Qiao was worried: "No, what kind of strength are you competing with me! I'm not afraid that if you lose your temper, if your private life is unhappy in the future..."

Fu Xingzhou shook his back with the gas tank on his back.

Then the movement stopped, stood on three steps, and turned around condescendingly.

Sang Qiao: "..."

Under Fu Xingzhou's threatening eyes.

Sang Qiao winked and immediately drew a piece of tape on his mouth: "I was wrong, Mr. Fu, your waist must not be comparable to that of ordinary people, your waist strength and physical strength must be the best in the world, invincible and the best! One night Seven times without stopping!"

Fu Xingzhou: "..."

The author has something to say: Fu Xingzhou: My wife praised my waist strength and physical strength today.

Fu Xingzhou: Happy.

Fu Xingzhou: I want to practice with my wife earlier.

Sang Xiaoqiao: Oh, I'm afraid Fu Xingzhou is not stupid...