Fu Shao's little wife is a prophet

Almost half an hour later, Wen Qingyue stood in front of the sink in a daze, letting Fu Han take her hand to wash.

Her face was flushed, and her lips were full of redness and swelling.

Fu Han wiped her hands with a tissue and coaxed, "Okay, I won't do it next time."

These words instantly pierced her nerves, she stared at him and withdrew her hand, "Liar, I don't believe you."

Wen Qingyue turned around in embarrassment and opened the bathroom door and walked out, her back seemed to be running away.

Fu Han hooked his lips, smiled and threw the tissue into the trash can and walked out, chasing and coaxing people.

No way, who made him really torment the little girl for too long.

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What Wen Qingyue regretted the most today was sleeping on Fu Han's hand all night, giving this man a reason to enslave her, and doing something she had never done before.

Wen Qingyue, who was sitting at the dining table waiting for the servant to heat up the meal, glared at the man opposite him several times.

"Go to the hospital to see mom after dinner?" Probably because he was in a good mood, Fu Han's voice was a little less cold, with a refreshing and pleasant feeling.

Wen Qingyue put down her hand and deliberately forgot the touch just now, but as soon as she heard his satisfied voice, she remembered his panting in her ear, it was not right to clenched her hand for a while, and it was not right to let go of it.

She said angrily, "I'll go by myself, I don't dare to delay Boss Fu's million-dollar business."

Fu Han: "It's not like I won't transfer the company without me."

He elegantly cut his fried steak without oil into pieces and said, "Drink a cup of hot milk first."

The servant put the warmed hot milk in front of Wen Qingyue. Wen Qingyue glanced at him, poked the fried egg away from his plate with a fork, and ate it provocatively with her chin raised.

Fu Han bent his lips, took two sips of coffee, and continued to eat his boiled broccoli and oil-free fried steak.

It's already two o'clock in the afternoon, and it's already past lunch time, let alone breakfast, Fu Han just wanted her to warm her stomach by letting her drink hot milk.

After Wen Qingyue took two mouthfuls of his fried eggs, she honestly drank a few mouthfuls of hot milk, and the servant brought her fried steak spaghetti.

She unceremoniously pushed it to Fu Han, saying: "Hands are sore, don't move."

Feng Shui turns.

Fu Han glanced at her, cut it for her without any objection, then pushed in her direction, and she ate contentedly.

Fu Han finished eating first, and Wen Qingyue looked at his dish without any oil or water, swallowed the steak in his mouth, and asked, "You don't lose weight, so what are you doing to control your diet?"

She thought that Fu Han would give her a healthy diet answer, but unexpectedly he said seriously: "Keep in shape."

In order to maintain the capital to attract a certain girl, after all, the metabolism is not as fast as that of young people.

"..." Wen Qingyue subconsciously glanced at his eight-pack abs, even though it was blocked by the table and clothes, she seemed to be able to see through.

Are rich people like this?Forget about his performance, but now he even has his figure. The key point is that none of the bosses in his circle with the same status as him have a body that can match him. Who is he trying to get?

Terrible this man!

Wen Qingyue couldn't figure out why Mr. Fu, who had a perfect figure, had to roll himself, so he dipped the last piece of steak in pasta sauce and put it into his mouth without saying a word, chewing contentedly.

Half an hour later, the two went out to the hospital to see Zhao Qiuxia.

Zhao Qiuxia's illness is not serious, but when she is old and her life is good, rich wives are prone to some rich diseases, so she has lived for such a long time and recuperated in the hospital.

"Fu Han, next time you just pick Saturdays, Sundays and months to visit me, don't delay work." After Zhao Qiuxia pulled Wen Qingyue and said a few words, she glanced at Fu Han next to her, and began to persuade her , looking somewhat uncomfortable.

Wen Qingyue nodded in agreement, turned to look at the man and teased: "I told him not to come, but he didn't listen."

Fu Han glanced at her, and said to Zhao Qiuxia: "Mom, I'm resting today, I won't delay my work."

Zhao Qiuxia was stunned, apparently not used to being called mom by him, and it took her a while to respond with a smile: "It's fine if there's no delay, it's fine if there's no delay."

The atmosphere froze again. Fu Han didn't like to talk at first, so he didn't feel uncomfortable. In the end, only Zhao Qiuxia was uncomfortable.

She held Wen Qingyue's hand and said, "It's rare that Fu Han is free, Yueyue, you and Fu Han should go on a date, and you don't need to stay here with mom."

Wen Qingyue: "?"

Dating?What kind of meeting did she have with Fu Han?

Zhao Qiuxia didn't care what she was thinking, she let go and said with a smile: "Go, go, don't worry about mom, Shuangshuang and your third brother will come over later."

Upon hearing that Wen Shuangshuang was coming, Wen Qingyue's eyes narrowed slightly, and she stood up knowingly, "Okay, then let's go first."

She turned around and took Fu Han's hand out of the ward, and walked straight along the corridor in silence.

Fu Han sensed her emotions, grabbed her and said, "If you don't want to go, don't force it."

Wen Qingyue paused, and just as she was about to answer him, a voice came in and interrupted her.

"Sister!" Wen Shuangshuang and Wen Ziming walked over from the other side of the corridor, Wen Shuangshuang looked at them in surprise, his eyes fell on Fu Han, and asked, "Sister, are you and Mr. Fu also coming to see mom?"

"What's your name Mr. Fu? My brother-in-law? I'm married to him." Wen Qingyue looked at her coldly, knowing that she and Fu Han were married, and called her that way on purpose, not to make it too obvious.

The word "brother-in-law" caused Wen Shuangshuang's face to change slightly, but Fu Han's eyes lit up, and a smile appeared on his lips.

Wen Shuangshuang clenched her hands slightly, with drooping eyebrows, and said in a soft voice: "Sister, doesn't she want to make it public? This is a public place, and I called it that way because I was afraid of causing trouble to you, don't get me wrong."

She doesn't want to make it public?

Wen Qingyue narrowed her eyes slightly, caught Wen Shuangshuang, and looked at her with a look that pinched her, "I never said that I didn't want to make this public, but I just didn't want to have a wedding. You just want to convey it to my husband by making up so much. order what?"

"..." Wen Shuangshuang's expression froze, and the hand hanging by his side was squeezed tightly.

The atmosphere changed a bit, Wen Shuangshuang suddenly turned to look at Wen Ziming, with red eyes, choked up and said, "Third Brother, I didn't..."

"I know." Wen Ziming pulled her behind to protect her, and looked at Wen Qingyue with unfriendly eyes, "You insist on grabbing other people's mistakes, so that no one can get off the stage? Are you angry at others?" Go, those words insult not only Shuang Shuang but also yourself!"

It's like this every time, with thorns all over her body, and she will fight back with ten sentences when someone says something wrong, making the scene very embarrassing.

Wen Qingyuehuo rushed to Tianlinggai in an instant, and was about to fight back when she wrapped her arms around her waist and brought her into his arms, "Yueyue was arguing with me, she didn't suppress her anger."

Who made a fuss, Wen Qingyue frowned, but the man wrapped his arms around her waist, not giving her a chance to speak, looking at Wen Ziming and Wen Shuangshuang, with a mild tone, "Third brother, don't argue with her."

Wen Ziming frowned and didn't speak. Wen Shuangshuang didn't dare to play around with his temper in front of him. Just as he was about to pretend to be magnanimous and say it's okay, Fu Han's tone suddenly became cold, "However, like the kind of nonsensical words just now. Please, Fifth Younger Sister, speak carefully, if it falls into the ears of others, you may not be able to bear the impact of over-interpretation."