Fu Shao's little wife is a prophet

Fu Han pushed the shopping cart and stood in front of the automatic scanning checkout machine, holding things in one hand and scanning them in the other.

Wen Qingyue stood by and watched. They bought towels, toothbrushes and mouthwash cups, and a series of daily necessities. They didn't know where there was a problem. The things they bought gradually became lovers' models. Mr. Fu praised them Said there is a discount, cheap.

Who would have thought that the richest man in Jiangzhou would buy couple models for a few dollars cheaper.

"You pay slowly, I'll go buy food." Wen Qingyue looked around boredly, saw a shop selling baked sweet potatoes, said something to him and walked away.

Wen Qingyue took two packaged roasted sweet potatoes and milk tea, turned around and saw Fu Han walking over with a bunch of things, and went out together.

The car was parked at the door, Wen Qingyue stood by the door and waited for the man to put things into the trunk.

Not far away, a group of people gathered together, very noisy, Wen Qingyue watched with great interest, and after a while, she understood that the star was out on the street, no wonder there were so many people around.

"What are you looking at? Get in the car." Fu Han put away his things and prepared to get in the car, but frowned when he saw that she hadn't moved.

Wen Qingyue looked back at him, and when she realized it, she raised her hands, "Mr. Fu, can you be a gentleman and open the car door for this lady who has no free hands?"

Fu Han closed the car door and walked over from the other side to open the door for her, "Mrs. Fu, please!"

When the name Mrs. Fu came out of his mouth, there was an indescribable feeling, low and hoarse and a little provocative.

Wen Qingyue's earlobes were reddish, and she concealedly handed him one of the milk tea and sweet potatoes, covering his deep eyes, "Here you are."

Fu Han looked at the bag handed over, his mouth curled up slightly, and he took it with a smile. Wen Qingyue had already sat in, he closed the car door, turned around and glanced at the noisy crowd not far away, and then glanced at the 3D projection screen in the shopping mall The woman projected a huge advertisement on the screen, turned around and got into the car on the other side without stopping.

Among the crowd, the woman who was protected by bodyguards and managers had passed through the crowd and got into the nanny car. Thinking about the figure she saw just now, she made a call.

Fu Han fastened his seat belt with one hand, and just about to start the car, the cell phone on the car rang.

Wen Qingyue glanced at it and didn't care.

"Hey?"

A woman's voice sounded: "Ah Han, I'm back in China, do you have time tonight? Let's have dinner together."

Fu Han subconsciously glanced at the big screen in the shopping mall through the car window, and there were videos edited by female fans, all of which were her roles, "Okay, I will hold a welcome banquet for you at my house tonight."

Wen Qingyue is drinking her matcha red bean cake milk tea. It's a little cold to drink milk tea now, but she can't resist the silky and dense taste of the milk tea. She squints her eyes enjoying it.

Fu Han took her little expression into his eyes, and there were dots of smiles in his eyes.

The woman was stunned for a moment, and her tone was a little pleasant, "Okay, it's just this weekend. I haven't seen you for a long time. I'll catch up with the notice early and buy wine. If I don't get drunk, I won't return!"

"Well, I'll hang up first." Fu Han responded, and hung up the phone hastily. Within sight, someone beside him was peeling a sweet potato. Because it was too hot, a piece of sweet potato fell off and rolled down from her white blouse to her feet. She frantically put it away. sweet potato.

Fu Han put down his mobile phone, took paper to help her pick up the sweet potatoes that fell on her clothes, and said helplessly, "Don't mess with it, I'll clean it up when I go home."

Wen Qingyue pursed her lips and smiled awkwardly, "I didn't mean to dirty your car."

Fu Han didn't care about the car at all, he took her sweet potato, peeled it without saying a word, put it back in the box and handed it to her.

Wen Qingyue took the sweet potato, "Thank you!"

The man didn't speak, wiped his hands and drove while saying, "I'm going to invite friends to dinner at home tonight."

Wen Qingyue nodded while eating sweet potatoes, "I heard, what do I need to do?"

"unnecessary."

At five o'clock in the afternoon, Wen Qingyue was sitting on the sofa, holding the computer to write the homework left by the professor, Fu Han was handling the work with a tablet next to her, and several servants were busy in the kitchen, the picture was warm and quiet.

After a while, the doorbell rang, Wen Qingyue looked up, and the man beside him had already stood up, "I'll go, you continue."

After saying that, Fu Han walked towards the door, Wen Qingyue withdrew her eyes and continued with her own business, but her thoughts were interrupted by the voice at the door within a few seconds.

"Hello, Ah Han is so flattered that you came to open the door for me."

As the woman's voice fell, the door closed at the same time. Wen Qingyue looked back at the entrance curiously, but could only see Fu Han's back.

The woman was changing her slippers, only to hear Fu Han say, "It's only five o'clock, the announcement is over so soon?"

The woman smiled and said: "When I heard that you were going to invite me to dinner at home, I was very motivated. I went through every item and ended the trip early."

The woman's tone was intimate and relaxed, to be able to call Fu Han like that, and joking with him, Wen Qingyue thought that this woman should be Fu Han's known for many years, with an unusual relationship.

After all, it is rumored that Mr. Fu is not close to women, and there is no woman around him these years, who can make him so relaxed and close, which shows that the relationship is really unusual.

"Here, Petrus, your favorite..."

The woman changed into her slippers and walked into the house together. Fu Han was holding a bottle of red wine in his hand. The two walked in unison, and at the same time they met Wen Qingyue's gaze. The woman's words stopped abruptly, and her smile lasted for a moment of stagnation.

The woman quickly recovered her smile, turned her head to look at Fu Han, and said teasingly, "You still have guests at home? You agreed to just let me in?"

Fu Han waved to Wen Qingyue calmly, the corners of Wen Qingyue's mouth twitched slightly, she always felt that his gesture was like beckoning a puppy, but she had to show him face, so she obediently got up and walked over.

"Let me introduce, this is my wife Wen Qingyue, Yueyue, your friend, Su Wanyu."

Fu Han hugged Wen Qingyue to introduce the two women.

"Ms. Su, hello." Wen Qingyue stretched out her hand with a smile, meeting the woman's eyes.

No wonder it looks familiar, isn't this the female star Su Wanyu on the huge projection screen in the shopping mall, the popular little flower, the actress at a young age.

Su Wanyu looked at Fu Han in a daze, with tears in his eyes, and the smile on his face collapsed, "You, when did you get married? This joke is not funny..."

Wen Qingyue withdrew her hand without getting a response, raised her eyebrows slightly, and understood her reaction, after all, it was a bit hard to accept that a friend she had known for many years was married suddenly.

"Give me the wine, I'll take it for people to wake up." Wen Qingyue thoughtfully held the wine in his hand, fully played the role of Mrs. Fu, walked away with the wine, and gave them a chance to talk.

"Ah Han, is she your new housekeeper? She looks very young." Su Wanyu suppressed the turbulent mood and asked with a dry smile, unwilling to believe what Fu Han said just now.

Fu Han withdrew his gaze, and said solemnly: "Yueyue is my wife. She just got the certificate two months ago, and she hasn't held a wedding yet, so I didn't tell you."

Su Wanyu's smile couldn't be maintained at all, she stared at him blankly, and clenched her hands unconsciously.