Fu Shao's little wife is a prophet

"It's said that the three-year-old generation gap, there are more than three gaps between you and me, I can't tell you." Wen Qingyue looked at the man's darker and darker face, her expression became more and more complacent, and she raised her chin slightly.

Unexpectedly, the man suddenly pushed her shoulders and pressed her to the freezer, and when her eyes widened in astonishment, he lowered his head and blocked her angry mouth.

"You..." Wen Qingyue was so startled that she opened her mouth to scold him, but the man got a chance, took the opportunity to drive in, and blocked her words in her throat with a wine-scented kiss, leaving only sobs and the touch of lips and teeth Voice.

She stretched out her hand to push him, but he didn't shake him at all. Instead, the man kissed more vigorously, wrapping his arms around her waist to deepen the kiss.

Wen Qingyue's hands and feet were weak, and when she was about to suffocate, a surprised voice sounded. She was so frightened that she didn't know where the strength came from, and pushed the man away.

Fu Han took half a step back, holding her in his arms, and the two looked at the place where the exclamation came from at the same time, their six eyes looked at each other in embarrassment.

Wen Qingyue turned her head in shame and buried her face in his chest.

Aunt Li had already lowered her head, and said awkwardly: "Little, young master, you...you go on, I'm going back to Fu's mansion."

After the words fell, they walked towards the door from beside them, until the sound of the door closing sounded, the quiet and awkward atmosphere still did not dissipate.

Fu Han looked down at the person in his arms, his ears were stained with crimson, the corners of his mouth were slightly hooked, he let out a muffled laugh, and said, "Aunt Li is gone."

Wen Qingyue froze for a moment before slowly raising her head, and pushed him away awkwardly, not knowing whether it was annoyance or shame, "It's all your fault!"

If you can't win, just block your mouth, hooligan.

Fu Han seemed to see through what she was thinking, "Your mouth is endless, and this is the only way to stop it."

"You..." Wen Qingyue raised her hand to hit him, but she caught her, her eyes were evil, "Aunt Li let us continue."

Wen Qingyue's face turned red, she was ashamed and annoyed, and she had no chance to vent her pent-up anger all night, so she felt an unbearable impulse, and said sharply: "Mr. Childhood sweethearts become animalistic when they are separated, do they want to stop me, or use me to express it?"

Fu Han's eyes turned cold, "Who taught you to speak like this? You have humiliated yourself."

He put her down and put her feet on the ground, Wen Qingyue quickly let go of the hands that hooked his neck, and the ambiguous atmosphere that lingered between the two quietly dissipated.

Wen Qingyue tugged at her clothes indifferently, "I've always talked like this, Fu Han, you and I are just p friends who agree on husband and wife and solve our physical needs. There is no other relationship. Don't restrain anyone. What about me? You don't need to teach me."

Fu Han looked at her condensed face, like ice edges that could not be melted, anger was brewing in those beautiful clear eyes, that anger was brewing after she entered the house from the garden, but she kept suppressing it until Only now took the opportunity to attack.

He said: "If you are not happy, just say it. There is no need to emphasize the relationship between you and me."

Wen Qingyue opened the refrigerator abruptly, took out the bottle of water again, unscrewed it in front of him and took two quick gulps, Fu Han's face became colder and colder, but he didn't stop him.

The cold water quickly slid down her throat, irritating her almost to cough.

Wen Qingyue held the water bottle, looked at him and said, "Why am I unhappy, do you understand now? I just like to drink cold water, love to swear, be unreasonable, sharp-tongued, these are my personal characteristics. Habits and behavior, you and I are just a transactional relationship, don't cross the line."

Fu Han stared at her with his usual expression, the cold wind swept through the depths of his eyes, and the cold wind seemed to be able to sweep and freeze people together.

Her words hurt him again.

If you're not happy, don't be fast, she's not happy yet, she's too lazy to wait.

Turning around and going upstairs, at the moment she turned around, something flashed behind her, she suddenly felt uncomfortable, turned sideways to hide, Fu Han moved faster, grabbed her with almost no effort, and grabbed her with all his strength. Pulling it into her arms, the water bottle that had not been screwed on in her hand spilled water directly because of the pulling action, and it spilled on both of them.

Wen Qingyue simply shook the bottle, turned around and broke free from his hand, but she didn't want Fu Han to react too quickly. After she ran up the stairs two steps, she grabbed her again, pressed her against the wall, grabbed her hands and raised her hands. Over the top of her head, pressing on her legs, making her unable to move.

"Fu Han, what are you doing?" Wen Qingyue looked at him angrily, breathing rapidly.

The man looked innocent, and asked her with such a strong male and female weak posture: "Tell me, what did Su Wanyu say in the garden to make you so angry?"

Wen Qingyue's expression froze slightly, her eyes involuntarily glanced down, she felt guilty and dared not look at him, she said stiffly: "You really confuse concepts, I'm angry because you're pointing fingers at me, what does it have to do with her?"

"Speaking without you coming back from the garden?" Fu Han freed one hand and grabbed her chin, forcing her to look up and meet him.

His eyes cannot be avoided, his whole body is completely controlled by him, and he is gentle and silent.

Fu Han's calm eyes finally became irritated, "Okay, don't tell me..."

He simply picked her up and carried her on his shoulders upstairs to the bedroom.

Wen Qingyue was carried by him, head down, struggling after being startled, and hammered his shoulders with both hands, "Bastard, put me down!"

The neon lights illuminate the coming and going vehicles. In Jiangzhou, a bustling city, even after nine o'clock in the evening, there is still a lot of traffic.

Su Yan slammed on the brakes at the intersection of traffic lights, while waiting for the green light, he turned to look at the co-pilot's sister, seeing her send a message to a friend asking her friend to help find Wen Qingyue, his face darkened, "Wan Yu, check it out." She can't change the fact that she is Mrs. Fu Han!"

Su Wanyu looked up at him, knowing that he had seen the message she sent, so she didn't hide it, and said calmly, "I don't expect to change things by checking her. I will take back what belongs to me. Checking her is just for Know yourself and the enemy and you will never be imperiled in a hundred battles."

"You... still not giving up?" Su Yan looked at his sister in shock and astonishment, with complicated emotions.

"Give up?" Su Wanyu seemed to have heard some joke, and laughed out loud, "Brother, don't you know how many years I've liked Ah Han? I've been in love for almost 20 years, how can you give up? How can you be willing to give up?!"

She has known Fu Han since she was five years old, and since then she has only had him in her eyes. Even if she has always been unrequitedly in love, or secretly in love with her, she doesn't find it hard. She just wants to wait for him to find her one day.

In the past 20 years, Fu Han has never talked about it, let alone has anything to do with other women. She thought it was Fu Han who also liked her, and they were secretly in love with each other. Thinking that he was actually married, with a woman who was ten years younger than him and had just grown up.