Hidden marriage wife, wild turn

Chapter 290 Fu Sicheng listened to the conversation between mother and wife
After the juice was brought up, Father Fu received a call, talked to Song Rao, and went out.All of a sudden, only she, a few busy servants, and a housekeeper who popped up from time to time were left in the hall.

Song Rao drank the juice in a few sips. After all, the elder said it himself, if there is too much left, it will not be good to see it later.

She got up and walked upstairs, but before returning to Fu Sicheng's room, she ran into Mrs. Fu in the corridor.

Looking at Mrs. Fu who was clearly coming towards her, Song Rao knew that this trip would not be so easy.Politely shouted: "Mom."

Mrs. Fu said directly: "Don't call me that."

Because of Song Rao, her son was in a car accident and shot, and his relatives didn't recognize her. Even her cousin's leg was crippled. Lin Yuxin is still looking for a doctor abroad to repair it.

A woman who has caused both her ex-boyfriend and her current husband a lot of trouble. Mrs. Fu's tone can't be good. Song Rao, who she learned from other people at the beginning, is bad.

My eldest son has always known the seriousness, such a rational person, but was fascinated by a woman, and married so many things without a word, Mrs. Fu couldn't accept it.

Seeing that Song Rao didn't make a sound, Mrs. Fu said, "I haven't seen you for a while, but my temper has restrained a lot."

Although Song Rao did not lose his temper in front of her, Mrs. Fu could tell that she was not a submissive person in her bones.

Song Rao thought to himself: Didn't Fu Sicheng tell his family about her situation? Why does Mrs. Fu seem to not know about her amnesia?In other words, whether she lost her memory or not did not affect whether Mrs. Fu accepted her or not.That's right, how can any mother want her son to marry a woman who has a bad reputation and is holding her back?

"I don't like you very much, your style, your reputation and family background, who you are, what your father did, and your ex-boyfriend who stalked like a lunatic. I don't know what my son is. Why are you so obsessed? My son got married with you without our knowledge, so I don’t approve of you. But since you are his wife, you must do your duty as a wife. Listen carefully, after that So let you enter this door, all because of my son, stop entangled with your ex-boyfriend, if you let me know that you ruined my Fu family style, and let my son get hurt again, I will definitely try my best to get you out of me Get your son away." Mrs. Fu said mercilessly.

Song Rao smiled faintly, with a bit of coldness: "Don't worry, I won't need you to do anything, I will leave by myself."

Mrs. Fu thought she was being funny, and felt powerless as if she had punched cotton.But he didn't know that Song Rao was talking about waiting for her to avenge the Song family.

But at the corner a few steps away, Fu Sicheng listened to the conversation between his mother and his wife. Hearing the sound of footsteps going away, he took out his cigarette, and the lighter made a slight and crisp sound.

Fu Sicheng leaned his back against the cold wall, the fire at his fingertips flickered under the misty smoke. He lowered his head slightly, his eyelashes drooping, showing a bit of depression under the dim light.

He was relaxed, looking very tired, his whole body exuded a faint sadness, and the long fingers holding the cigarette trembled imperceptibly, which made people feel distressed.

Fu Sicheng maintained this position, and smoked three cigarettes in a row. The nicotine stimulated his heart and lungs, and he was finally much more awake.

He knocked on the door of his mother's room, and came out again in a few words.

Song Rao came out of the shower, wearing the nightgown that Fu Sicheng had prepared for her. Just as she sat down by the bed, she heard the door open, and saw a man come in from the outer room.

Song Rao stood up and walked forward with a smile: "I'm back."

Fu Sicheng hugged her naturally, touched her forehead with his lips with a smile: "Why did you wash it yourself first, without waiting for me."

(End of this chapter)