After the divorce, the wealthy ex-husband completely lost control

Chapter 238

Fu Jingchuan directly threw the phone back on the coffee table.

From the moment he met Fu Youyou in the afternoon, he knew that there would be such an interrogation.

Fu Youyou has been a mouthless since he was a child, and he can't hide things in his heart.

She would definitely be curious when she saw him accompanying an irrelevant little girl, but Fu Youyou was afraid of him since she was a child, and did not dare to ask him in person, so she could only go back to her parents as backup.

Thinking of Fu Wujun and Fang Wanqing's disgust when they mentioned Shi Yang just now, Fu Jingchuan's face became cold, and in his mind was the picture of Shi Yang's tears crossing the corners of his eyes just now.

"But this is not a credit class. Shoes that don't fit are not fit, and forcibly wearing them is just grinding off a layer of skin and grinding out a foot of blood, and it may be good to change a pair of shoes.

Her soft words kept echoing in her ears, and the images in her mind echoed back to the way she lay in the hospital room two years ago, her eyes red and swollen with tears, followed by the yellowed discharge summary in her bag, and the big words "termination of pregnancy" kept churning in her brain.

She would rather give up the shoes that the children have thrown away, and how could she wear them back....

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Kechen arrived late five minutes later, and did not see Shi Yang, but saw Fu Jingchuan's injured left palm and right arm.

The blood stains on the left palm had begun to solidify, and it looked a little shocking.

"President Fu?"

Ke Chen called him worriedly.

Fu Jingchuan raised his eyes and glanced at him: "Coming?" But

he didn't say anything.

Ke Chen looked at his hand worriedly: "Let me help you bandage it."

Fu Jingchuan let out a soft "hmm", extended his hand to him, and leaned back on the sofa behind him, looking a little tired.

Ke Chen turned around and looked at the rest of the room: "Shi... What about Miss?

Fu Jingchuan: "Go back." "

Oh."

Ke Chen saw that Fu Jingchuan looked wrong, and did not dare to ask more, but silently took the cotton swab and disinfectant potion to treat his wound.

Fu Jingchuan was silent and let him deal with the whole time, his handsome face had turned to the dark night outside the window, and his expression was faintly unclear.

When Ke Chen finished treating the wound, Fu Jingchuan did not withdraw his gaze.

People are like a statue, motionless.

"President Fu?" Ke Chen called him worriedly.

Fu Jingchuan did not look back, but asked him calmly: "You say, such a family, is it cruel to her to force her to come back?" Ke

Chen couldn't answer this question.

Fu Jingchuan didn't want his answer.

He stood up: "You send me back to Yujingwan." Ke

Chen glanced at him unexpectedly.

Yujingwan is the marriage room of Fu Jingchuan and Shiyang, and since Fu Jingchuan smashed the living room study left by Shiyang two years ago, Ke Chen has the impression that Fu Jingchuan has not returned there.

But he still replied lightly: "Okay." "

This side and there are actually not far away, they are all in luxurious areas in rich areas.

When the door opened, there was no musty smell in the room as Ke Chen thought.

He didn't know that Fu Jingchuan had come to Shiyang before graduating, nor did he know that he had found someone else to clean up regularly after that.

He glanced at the living room.

The living room is completely different from when Shi Yang was here, and there is no longer the atmosphere of Shi Yang's life in the room.

"You go back first."

Looking at the familiar and unfamiliar house, Fu Jingchuan said to Ke Chen and did not look back.

"Okay."

Ke Chen didn't dare to ask more, said goodbye and left with him.

Fu Jingchuan looked at the empty house.

Not only Ke Chen, but even he could hardly find traces of Shi Yang's life.

Time is a good thing.

Two years of vacancy took almost all the relevant memories away.

Fu Jingchuan's heart suddenly felt empty and painful, and those strong, fiery memories seemed to fade with the flow of time.

In the end, she and he eventually became strangers.

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Monday, Ke Chen couldn't help but glance at Fu Jingchuan's office as soon as he arrived at the office.

The others had already arrived, busied with work, and his injured arm somewhat limited his movements, but after two days of recuperation, he was obviously much better, and his face was no longer as tired as Saturday.

He was dealing with the falling stone pier of the shopping mall under construction, and held several responsible persons accountable, and it was nearly ten o'clock when he finished the treatment.

In the afternoon, there are other travel arrangements to Lin City next door.

The approval of the Guofeng Resort project has come down, about to enter the formal foundation laying stage, in a few days to hold the groundbreaking ceremony, is already in preparation, because of the construction of the shopping mall, Fu Jingchuan is worried about another accident, specially arranged a half-day itinerary.

Lincheng is not far from the west city, and it takes more than an hour to walk by highway, and half a day is enough to go back and forth.

Along with the design team of Huichen Shaoyu Architects.

Fu Jingchuan didn't ask who was arranging over there, but when he went down to the underground garage, Fu Jingchuan still saw Shi Yang waiting there, along with Tang Shaoyu.

Shi Yang lowered his eyes uncomfortably when he saw Fu Jingchuan.

It was the first time the two had met after that kiss on Saturday.

Such a meeting made Shiyang feel embarrassed.

Fu Jingchuan seemed to have nothing happened, and when he walked in front of several people, he lightly said "let's go" and picked up the car keys and opened the door, and the person also sat in the co-pilot.

Ke Chen was originally going to drive for Fu Jingchuan, but when he saw that Fu Jingchuan had gone to drive by himself, he coughed lightly, turned to Tang Shaoyu and said, "Tang Shaoyu, I'll take your car."

After speaking, he consciously stepped forward and opened the door of Tang Shaoyu's co-driver's car, and did not forget to arrange for Shi Yang: "Miss Shi, you can take President Fu's car."

Tang

Shaoyu also looked at Shiyang: "Shiyang, you go to Lao Fu's car."

Both spoke, and Shi Yang reluctantly nodded.

When she walked to Fu Jingchuan's car, Fu Jingchuan opened the co-pilot's door.

"I'll sit back."

Shi Yang said softly.

Fu Jingchuan didn't say anything and opened the back seat door.

Shi Yang bent over and sat in.

Fu Jingchuan started the engine, and the car quickly drove away.

Shi Yang glanced at his hand holding the steering wheel, and looked very sensitive.

Shi Yang wanted to ask him what was wrong with his hand, but the words came to his lips and swallowed back, and finally said nothing.

Fu Jingchuan didn't say anything.

Silence spreads in small spaces.

Shi Yang couldn't help but be restrained.

Fu Jingchuan's pattern of dominating the atmosphere has never changed.

Fu Jingchuan looked at Shiyang from the rearview mirror.

He saw a look of confusion on Shiyang's face, which was rarely seen when the two were together before.

The longer the two were apart, the more obvious this restraint became.

Fu Jingchuan sighed lightly and said to her: "You sleep for a while first, I will call you when the time comes."

"Good."

Shi Yang replied softly, leaned his head against the car window, and quickly fell asleep.

Weekends of busy work and spins with small children left her body extremely exhausted.

Fu Jingchuan turned his head to look at her, sleeping deeply, Xu was cold in the car, and her two arms were unconsciously hugged together.

Fu Jingchuan put the car in the service area, took off his coat, leaned over to cover her, and carefully covered her.

Shi Yang did not wake up, but instinctively held the heat source to find a relatively comfortable position, and the person still slept deeply.

Fu Jingchuan couldn't help but stare at Shi Yang's sleeping face, seeing her hair falling on her face, stretching out his hand to pull her away, stretching halfway, and stopping again.

He didn't touch her.