After marrying the richest husband

Fu Xingzhou's hand is actually not tight.

But Sang Qiao froze in place.

The outdoor environment was very dark before, and Sang Qiao was very careful not to show his palm when buying a mobile phone.

But just as he reached out to help the boss serve the plate, Fu Xingzhou caught him straight.

It just so happened that the boss was the best of the best, and when he saw Fu Xingzhou's expression was not right, he quickly put the food on the table by himself, patted Sang Qiao on the shoulder twice, and then disappeared.

Leaving Sang Qiao alone to face Fu Xingzhou's low pressure.

It was already past eight o'clock in the evening, long past the time for serious meals.

There weren't many people dining in the restaurant, and the boss specially picked a table behind a screen for the two of them before, so no one noticed this side.

No one noticed the weak and helpless Sangqiao.

Fu Xingzhou's face was gloomy, and his brows were furrowed tightly, as if he was afraid that his own strength would hurt Sang Qiao, so he let go of the hand that was holding Sang Qiao's wrist.

He paused for a few seconds before saying, "Open your hands."

The two have been together for so long, Fu Xingzhou has never said anything harsh to Sang Qiao, and even his voice is not as indifferent as outsiders.

However, the current Fu Xingzhou obviously looked very aggressive, as if he was trying his best to restrain his anger.

Sang Qiao shrank her neck timidly, quietly stretched her hands out of her sleeves, stretched to the other side of the table, and said beautifully: "It will be ready soon, you can see that there are scars, hey you There is no scar at all, just a little mark!"

The lighting in this private restaurant is very distinctive, and the colors of the lamps on each table are different.

The light at the table of Fu Xingzhou and Sangqiao happened to be a light sea blue.

Sang Qiao's skin was already fair, and when he was not in good health, he even had an unhealthy paleness.

But at this moment, it was against the blue cold light of the sea.

The palms of the hands that were stretched out should have been where the palm lines extended, but dark brown slender scars were all formed, twisting and twisting between the palms like centipedes.

Perhaps because the wound has been around for a long time, the skin around the scar has gradually healed, the redness has faded, and it has become the same color as the skin in other places.

The wounds became more terrifying and painful.

Fu Xingzhou felt as if a hand had tightly grasped his heart, and then plunged the heart into the ice without any politeness.

He locked his eyes on Sang Qiao's hand, his whole body seemed to be frozen in winter frost, and he didn't speak for a long time.

The dishes on the table between the two of them were still hot, but as the silence grew, the heat on the dishes gradually decreased, and the temperature changed from scorching hot just out of the pan to a state just suitable for eating.

Sang Qiao also stared at his palms, but he didn't dare to fool Fu Xingzhou like he fooled Zhuang Hui.

He opened his mouth and closed it again, and after a long time, he could say: "Fu Xingzhou, let's have dinner! I'm so hungry..."

In order to prove the authenticity of his words, Sang Qiao even patted Fu Xingzhou on his stomach.

Fu Xingzhou finally looked away from the injured Fang Sangqiao.

He took the small white porcelain bowl that was set aside, reached out to help Sangqiao scoop up a bowl of fish soup, and paused: "Does it hurt?"

The fish soup boiled by the restaurant owner is milky and white, and the program team will not prepare a nourishing fish soup for the trainees.

Sang Qiao licked the corner of his mouth, took a sip with a spoon, and shook his head at Fu Xingzhou: "It doesn't hurt!"

Fu Xingzhou handed the chopsticks to Sang Qiao: "How did you do it?"

Sang Qiao stopped holding the chopsticks, and dug a large piece of rice for himself with a smile: "It was after the training and meeting in the dormitory that day, I was thinking about things while playing with the cell phone film, and I accidentally scratched it like this, really. No pain, no bleeding at all."

Fu Xingzhou pushed the vegetables on the side towards Sangqiao, and said calmly, "Really."

Sang Qiao thought about Fu Xingzhou's expression secretly, and said tentatively: "Yes, yes..."

Fu Xingzhou glanced at Sangqiao lightly, and there was no anger in his voice: "Stop talking, let's eat. I'll send you back to the program group after eating."

Sang Qiao was taken aback, biting the ends of his chopsticks for a while, then asked with some uncertainty: "But, aren't we going home today?"

Fu Xingzhou leaned back slightly, put all his weight on the back of the chair, and slowed down his tone: "I won't go back today, you are going to start the next performance soon, you go back and train hard, I will come on the weekend Take you home, okay?"

Sang Qiao: "..."

Sang Qiao hesitated.

In fact, what Fu Xingzhou said was very reasonable. He had just returned to the program group not long ago, and had just caught up with the training progress.

I sneaked out to eat during the break today. Although I have already asked the director for leave, it still does not conform to the rules and regulations of the program group.

It will be even worse if you still ask for leave today and don't go back tonight.

but--

Sang Qiao raised his head hesitantly and looked at Fu Xingzhou.

After struggling for a long time, he said in a low voice: "Fu Xingzhou, are you angry with me?"

Fu Xingzhou didn't answer immediately.

The blue light on the table slowly spread between the two of them.

Feeling anxious, Sang Qiao carefully followed the light to look at Fu Xingzhou who was sitting at the other end of the table.

Probably the reason why the long-distance flight has not rested, and the lights are bright at this time.

The faint blue color in Fu Xingzhou's eyes became very clear.

It takes about eleven hours to fly back to China from an overseas company, and Fu Xingzhou usually only wears a formal suit when he is working.

and so.

Maybe Fu Xingzhou returned to China non-stop after finishing his overseas work, and then drove over immediately.

Sang Qiao suddenly felt pantothenic and sad.

In addition, there is also a sense of steadfastness that seems to be very slow, filled in the heart.

At least for him, it was the kind of security that he had never felt in his life before.

It should be safe.

Sang Qiao didn't quite understand either, but he felt that he felt sorry for Fu Xingzhou.

I feel sorry for Fu Xingzhou who has to travel so far to earn money, and has to work so hard to come back to see himself.

And I have to make him angry.

Sang Qiao sniffed.

about to speak.

The person sitting opposite spoke first.

"Sang Qiao, I'm not angry."

Fu Xingzhou seemed a little helpless, but his voice was very gentle, "Even if I'm angry, I'm not angry with you."

Sangqiao froze.

Fu Xingzhou didn't seem to want to continue talking.

He took the spoon and added another bowl of soup to Sangqiao's empty bowl, "Don't eat too much at night, it's easy to sleep too much."

Sang Qiao took the soup in a daze, then took the spoon from Fu Xingzhou, and paused for two seconds: "You...won't you eat it?"

Fu Xingzhou shook his head: "I'm not hungry."

Sang Qiao was holding the bowl, but couldn't finish it, so he put the bowl back on the table, and asked uncertainly, "Fu Xingzhou, are you tired? Are you feeling unwell?"

Fu Xingzhou took a sip of the barley tea on the table: "No, you should eat well."

Where else can Sangqiao eat it?

Putting down the chopsticks, stood up, ran around the table, sat down on the wide stool next to Fu Xingzhou, and looked at Fu Xingzhou worriedly: "You have to say what you are uncomfortable, you look very tired, so Definitely not—”

The rest of Sang Qiao's words were sealed in a long kiss.

Foreign body washes do not have the scent of gardenia, so there is only a very faint smell of saponins left on Fu Xingzhou's body.

Wrapped in the winter chill seeping into his suit, he hugged Sangqiao tightly in his arms.

But Fu Xingzhou is warm.

His kisses were also warm.

The screen blocked the view of all other guests.

Fu Xingzhou kissed Ben enough to let him go. He stretched out his hand to help the person in his arms brush the broken hair in front of his forehead. He lowered his head and kissed the corner of Sangqiao's lips again.

Sang Qiao's vital capacity was several times worse than that of Fu Xingzhou's. He was so kissed that even the corners of his eyes turned red, and he took a long time to catch his breath.

The warm breath is on the side of the ear.

Sang Qiao heard Fu Xingzhou speak slowly.

"Can you feel it? Qiaoqiao."

Fu Xingzhou took him over and rubbed Sangqiao's ear, "You are worried about me, and I am also very worried about you."

Fu Xingzhou gently bit Xia Sangqiao's delicate earlobe: "I will worry about whether my Qiaobao is eating well today, whether he is sick, whether someone will make my Qiaobao unhappy, whether my Qiaobao is healthy or not. Kang, be happy."

Sang Qiao felt his nose sore.

But it's embarrassing for such a big person to cry.

Fu Xingzhou pressed the back of Sangqiao's head, pressed him into his arms, and said very gently: "So I will never be angry with Qiaoqiao. But I still feel that I didn't protect you well and let you hurt yourself. One thing I can't forgive myself for."

"so."

Fu Xingzhou bowed his head and kissed Sang Qiao's hair, and smiled softly, "For your husband, Qiao Bao will not hurt herself again. Whoever bullied you, I will avenge you, and we will come back after bullying, huh?"

Sang Qiao didn't speak.

Neither agree nor disagree.

Only after a while.

The clothes on the inside of Fu Xingzhou's shoulders were slightly stained with water.

of course.

Until that night, he was sent back to the program recording building by Fu Xingzhou.

Sang Qiao also didn't admit that he was crying secretly.

Not only did he not admit it, but he also threatened Fu Xingzhou fiercely.

He said that if Fu Xingzhou dared to disclose this matter, he would go to sleep in the study for a month and let Fu Xingzhou keep the vacant room alone.

Fu Xingzhou: "..."

Mr. Fu had no choice but to agree.

as agreed payment.

Sang Qiao kissed President Fu twice more before getting out of the car and running back to the program building.

Fu Xingzhou's license plate number is almost well-known by the media in Beicheng, and his whereabouts in Beicheng are generally not dared to be photographed.

He waited for Sangqiao to step into the building.

The gentle expression on Fu Xingzhou's face turned dark in an instant.

He took out his mobile phone, found Raven's number from the address book, and dialed it.

It was obvious that the time difference was not reversed on the other side of the phone, so he quickly picked up: "Good evening, boss, the lady boss is going to bed so early tonight?"

Fu Xingzhou said in a calm voice: "Qiaoqiao is not in the right condition, you go and check the recent movements of Fang Yuzhou and Sang Chongde."

Raven accepted the joke: "I just went to see Sang Zhongde after I came back today. He was secretly happy that the investment was successful. It shouldn't be him. I'm going to check on Fang Yuzhou now."

Fu Xingzhou hummed.

Raven thought for a while: "Boss, besides Fang Yuzhou, I heard another thing today, which should also be related to Mr. Sang."

Fu Xingzhou: "Say."

Raven said: "Do you have any impression of the Jiang family of Jiangling Heavy Industry? Mr. Sang dislocated the hand of the Jiang family's grandson today. Mr. Jiang seemed very angry. He called me just now and asked me who Sang Qiao was."

Fu Xingzhou's tone was extremely cold: "Really."

Raven has been Fu Xingzhou's special assistant for many years, and he knows his boss's style better than anyone else. He silently put a piece of incense on Tong Jiang in his heart and said decisively: "Boss, there is no impenetrable wall in the entertainment industry. What happened to Fang Yuzhou tomorrow morning I will give you the result."

Fu Xingzhou said: "There are more."

Raven: "Boss, tell me."

Fu Xingzhou said: "Even if it has nothing to do with Fang Yuzhou this time, keep him away from Sangqiao. If he doesn't want money, use other methods."

Raven nodded: "I understand, boss don't worry."