Fu Shao's little wife is a prophet

"what--"

The woman screamed and was about to be strangled to death. A man with a ball head and narrow eyes came over and knocked out Liu Nanchen who had lost his mind. He followed the man's two bodyguards to pull the woman up and explained a few words The sentence gave money as compensation, but Liu Nanchen was taken away by the middle-aged man and disappeared from everyone's sight.

In the Fu mansion, Mo Hanshuang looked back at the man who was talking to Mr. Fu after answering the phone, feeling very complicated.

Seeing his granddaughter standing on the balcony in a daze after answering the phone, Butler Mo came over worriedly and asked, "Shuangshuang, whose call is it? Why did you lose your mind after answering the call?"

Mo Hanshuang came back to his senses, looked at his grandfather with reddened eyes, and the hand holding the phone trembled slightly, "Grandpa, Mr. Fu...is married, do you know?"

Seeing her appearance, Grandpa Mo sighed, "I know, the young master and the young mistress got the certificate on his birthday, and they brought the young mistress back for dinner some time ago."

After being confirmed, Mo Hanshuang stared blankly at the unsmiling man in the living room, her cheeks were a little wet and hot, she turned around in a panic and raised her hand to wipe it off, and said in a muffled voice: "Mr. Incompetent."

Butler Mo looked at his granddaughter's back and sighed silently. He knew what this girl was thinking, and he had persuaded her before that the young master was not someone she should expect.

"Shuangshuang, the young master and the young mistress haven't reported the wedding yet, so not many people know about it, and it's not because you're negligent." Butler Mo patted his granddaughter on the shoulder lovingly, and after two seconds of silence, he suddenly frowned and asked, "But how do you know?" of?"

Mo Shuangshuang wiped away her tears, regained her composure, turned around and said with a smile, "I just answered a phone call, saying that the young lady had a car accident and asked me to send the insurance company to deal with it."

"What? There was a car accident, was anyone injured? What are you doing to me, young master?" Butler Mo's face changed, and he looked at the people talking and laughing in the living room.

Mo Shuangshuang's eyes flickered, and he took Grandpa's hand to comfort him: "Grandpa, don't worry, the young mistress is not injured, but the car was damaged. I have asked the insurance company to deal with it. Now go and tell Mr. Fu."

"Okay, avoid it when you say it. Your grandpa Fu will be anxious when he hears it. Don't let him know."

"En." Mo Shuangshuang nodded, put away her phone and walked out.

Mo Hanshuang walked up to Fu Han's side, bent over and whispered to him in a low voice, "Boss Fu, Madam's car was rear-ended by Liu Nanchen on XX Street."

Ru Wanyu was sitting beside her, and upon hearing her words, she immediately clenched her hands tightly.

Fu Han's relaxed brows and eyes instantly turned cold, "Where's the person?"

Although he didn't specify it, Mo Hanshuang knew that he was asking about his wife, so he said: "The call is from Liu Nanchen. Madam should be fine. I have sent the insurance company to deal with it on the spot."

While she was talking, she saw the man picked up the mobile phone on the coffee table, opened his hand and immediately called Mo Qingyue.

Mo Hanshuang hadn't seen that worried look for a long time. After Fu's family stabilized, he seldom showed his emotions, as if everything was nothing to him.

Mo Hanshuang backed away with his eyes downcast with complicated emotions. Mr. Fu and Su Yan also saw a trace of worry and anxiety under his cold mood, and they both silently agreed and watched them make a phone call.

"Hey, where are you?"

After the call was connected, Fu Han went straight to the topic without waiting for the other side to speak.

Wen Qingyue just got out of the taxi at this moment, and has already arrived at the entrance of the villa. He guessed from his deep voice that he probably knew about the car accident, "I just arrived at your door, I'm sorry, your car was hit badly. "

When she thought of his limited edition Lamborghini being bumped to pieces, she felt heartache and guilty conscience. Although Liu Nanchen and the insurance company would be responsible for the compensation, she was afraid that Fu Han, the right owner, would make trouble for her.

After speaking, the man on the other side of the phone was silent for several seconds, causing her to hold her breath, waiting for him to speak.

"Are you hurt?" The man spoke again after a few seconds, but he cared about her.

Wen Qingyue was stunned for a moment, blinked her big eyes, and replied in a strange mood: "No injury, the main injury is your Lamborghini."

Fu Han was relieved when he heard that she was not injured. After hearing her last words, the distressed tone made him dumbfounded. At this time, she still felt sorry for Che.

"Wait for me in the house, I'll be right back." Fu Han hung up the phone, stood up at the same time, looked at his old man and said, "Grandpa, Yueyue rear-ended her car, I'll go back and see her first."

Hearing that Wen Qingyue had a car accident, the old man lost his composure for a moment, and quickly asked, "Car accident? Is it serious? Is Yueyue injured?"

"No, she's back home. I'll go and have a look. I'm probably scared." Fu Han said and walked towards the door, and continued: "Ayan, I'm sorry Wanyu, I'm leaving first, you guys have dinner with grandpa."

Su Yan nodded, "Go ahead, leave us alone."

Su Wanyu didn't say a word, although she was unhappy in her heart, she could only hold back, showing no emotion on her face.

Seeing that Fu Han was about to open the door and go out, Mr. Fu suddenly said: "Stinky boy, if Yueyue is fine, you can bring her over, have dinner together, and instantly get to know Wanyu and the others."

"Okay!" The man's low voice sounded with the sound of closing the door.

With a click, Wen Qingyue heard the door opening and turned around to see a man walking towards her without changing her slippers.

"You didn't change your shoes." Wen Qingyue reminded aloud, muttering in her heart, wondering if she was dazzled, but actually saw anxious emotion on his face the moment he came in.

Fu Han didn't stop, he strode to her side, sat down next to her, stretched out his hands to hold her shoulders, looked up and down, "Have you checked? Are you sure there is no injury?"

Wen Qingyue shook her head, "No, not even scratches."

Seeing that her complexion was very good, and she really didn't look like she was injured, Fu Han let go of her hand and asked, "Liu Nanchen bumped into you?"

When he said this, there was a coolness in his eyes, which made people feel cold all over.

"Yes, he has a grudge against me. He came to warn me today. After following me for a while, he bumped into me at a traffic light intersection." Wen Qingyue rubbed her wrist recalling Liu Nanchen's words at that time, and remembered his release .

"By the way, I still want to ask you why Liu Nanchen was released? You sued him in my name, and the evidence is sufficient. Why was he released without being sentenced?"

When people are unlucky, things really don't go well. Today, she first found out that Liu Nanchen was released, and then she was troubled by Wen Ziming's brothers and sisters. Now...

Wen Qingyue rubbed the center of her brows, and looked at Fu Han suspiciously. It stands to reason that Fu Han has such good luck, and she also got some of his luck by following him. Why is she still so unlucky?

There was also Liu Nanchen, who had extremely bad luck, and was weird, his seal was black, and he was dead, but he was still a living person, a bit like the signs of stealing other people's luck mentioned in the books she had read before.