Fu Shao's little wife is a prophet

Wen Qingyue stared straight at Fu Han, and squeezed out a sentence from between her teeth, "Yes, a man is a beast when he sleeps in bed. Naturally, what he said was not human, so how could it be considered a lie?"

"Right, Mr. Fu." She pulled back, licked her front teeth, and asked him nonchalantly.

Fu Han also looked at her, and after a few seconds of silence, one corner of his lips curled up, and he didn't answer her words, "Little girl, stop swearing all the time."

Wen Qingyue scoffed at his words.

Animals are not a bad word.

"Fu's family has been placed on the cusp of the storm. No matter how we deal with it, there will be some noise. It's better to be quiet. That bit of public opinion won't hurt me. I just need to do what I need to do and wait for the right time." He continued on his own. Bringing the topic to the point, his expression was calm, as if he wasn't the one who molested her just now.

Fu Han put down his chopsticks, and wiped his mouth with a piece of paper, but his ordinary actions seemed a little precious to him.

After moving in, Wen Qingyue noticed that he seldom eats at night, at most a bowl of rice, and most of the dishes are light, and his appetite is smaller than that of a girl like her.

A big man still needs to go on a diet to keep fit?

Wen Qingyue looked at him strangely, her bright black eyes rolled slowly, pondering his words in her mind, and said slowly: "It's not all bad for Mr. Fu to make a big fuss on the Internet. The air crash has attracted a lot of attention. I want to get rid of it." Companies that gain favor with this matter will take action. Whether it is the pressure of public opinion or the pressure of these companies, they will ask to publish the list and wait for the official announcement. However, Fu, who has been ridiculed for donations and has not made any response, will be touched. Bottom rebound, rave reviews."

Fu Han is indeed the youngest and most business-minded industry leader, with such vision and brains.

As he said, Fu's is a century-old enterprise. What kind of storms and waves have never been seen before. This point of public opinion is like drizzle, and 200 million is just that little thing. Fu's use of fraudulent donations?Replace someone else's place?

No matter how many netizens attack, it will be over after two days.

"Okay, I'm worrying too much." Wen Qingyue withdrew her gaze and continued to eat.

Her eating is completely different from Fu Han's. Medical students are always short on time, which also formed her habit of eating fast, but during this period of time when eating with him, she will unconsciously slow down.

It may be that the matter that was in her heart was resolved, and she was relieved. She suddenly had a particularly good appetite and wanted to add a third bowl of rice. Fu Han stared straight at her, "Don't eat too much at night, it's not good for your stomach."

Wen Qingyue bit her chopsticks and looked at him with the look of a small animal begging for food, "Just once."

Fu Han was unmoved, and said meaningfully: "You can eat if you want to exercise."

She didn't understand his eyes, and retorted instinctively: "Exercising after meals is not conducive to digestion."

Fu Han licked his front teeth, his eyes were sharp like a wolf hunting in the dark, "Sports for two will not hurt the stomach."

Wen Qingyue's mind ran through the words pair sports, and it took her two seconds to realize that this sport was not a serious sport.

She glared at him and scolded, "Dirty!"

After finishing speaking, he didn't make a fuss about eating, put the bowls and chopsticks aside, got up and went upstairs, ignoring a man whose head was full of yellow trash.

In the next two days, Wen Qingyue didn't bother with the news anymore. In addition, there was an experimental class, and people were busy, so she didn't pay much attention to it. Wen Shuangshuang honestly didn't bother her, and would pretend not to see her when she met her and walked away. .

Wen Qingyue guessed that she was holding back some bad tricks, but she didn't care, the soldiers came to cover them up, not to mention that Wen Shuangshuang was at most a small shrimp with her, only capable of thumping a few times.

The public opinion on the Internet is indeed as Fu Han expected. There is an invisible hand pushing the flames, but the Fu family is indestructible. Such a little wind can't make any waves. In addition to the information age, new things will soon replace it. caught the attention of netizens.

On Wednesday, Wen Qingyue's experiment finally came to fruition, the busy state was over, and her mind was relaxed. As a result, when she got home that night, she was suppressed by a man who had been holding her back for three days all night, and her resistance was useless.

So after waking up the next afternoon, he went straight back to Wen's house after eating.

After parking Fu Han's car in the underground parking lot of her home, Wen Qingyue sent Fu Han a message slowly after getting off the car.

Wen Qingyue: "I'm going home today, the next three days won't pass, don't miss me~"

If she doesn't slip away, she suspects that she will still be tossed by him a few times tonight.

Men at thirty are like wolves and forty are like tigers. This is not true at all. Fu Han is really 28, a man with Mao Thirty is really like a wolf and a tiger, and his physical strength is still very good. And get up and go to work in the morning.

"Yueyue? Why did you stand there stupidly when you came back and didn't go into the house?" Just as Wen Cun came in from the gate, he saw Wen Qingyue with his back turned to him and didn't know what he was thinking, standing at the door and refusing to enter the house.

Wen Qingyue's thoughts were interrupted, she looked back at him, with a smile on her face: "Brother, I was thinking about something, have you gone to the supermarket?"

Her eyes fell on the bag in his hand, and while speaking, she took out a bag of potato chips like a monkey stealing something, tore open and ate.

Wen Cun didn't say anything about her, he stood up and opened the door, and the brother and sister entered the room talking and laughing.

Zhao Qiuxia was discharged from the hospital on the first day, and when she came back, she even cooked for herself. The whole family sat down to eat, and the atmosphere was harmonious.

"Yueyue, come, eat more meat!" Zhao Qiuxia graciously picked up a few pieces of meat for her, and studied her with a frown: "Why haven't you seen you for a few days? You seem to have lost weight? There are dark circles under your eyes, didn't you sleep well?"

Wen Qingyue choked, the hot pepper smell choked into her airway, she couldn't help turning around and coughing.

"What's wrong?" Zhao Qiuxia's complexion changed, and she got up eagerly.

Wen Shuangshuang bit her chopsticks sullenly, thinking she deserved it for choking!

Wen Cun handed her a glass of water, watched her finish drinking, took the water glass and put it down, patted her on the back to help her breathe, and said helplessly: "Eat slowly, no one will snatch it."

Wen Qingyue giggled awkwardly, not daring to say that the choking was because Zhao Qiuxia's words reminded her of the sleepless night last night.

That's how she got the dark circles under her eyes.

Summary: It's all Fu Han's fault!

In the Fu family, Mr. Fu, who was eating alone, sneezed inexplicably, and his appetite became worse.

He only saw the news after he got off work, and knew that his wife was afraid of being tormented by him, so she packed up her bed and went back to her mother's house to hide from him.

Wen Qingyue restrained her thoughts, and explained without changing her face: "Mom's cooking is so delicious, I've been thinking about it for the past few days, and I eat faster when I get excited."

As soon as the words fell, Wen Shuangshuang let out a contemptuous sneer from his nasal cavity, looked at the previous family and pretended nothing happened, and said with a smile: "Sister is homesick, why did you come back today? Mom was discharged from the hospital yesterday. I thought you would I wanted to pick you up, I waited for you at school for a long time, and then I found out that you only have one class in the afternoon, and you left after class."

The words are gentle and gentle, like an insignificant little complaint, but the details are meaningful.