Fu Shao's little wife is a prophet

Wen Ziming frowned, looked at his beloved sister, and remembered Wen Qingyue's words last night, his mood became more complicated, "No."

Wen Shuangshuang was terrified by his eyes, and was a little disappointed when he heard the words, "Then why did the elder brother scold you? When did you take her to drink last night? Didn't she go back to the room early?"

"I didn't fall asleep in the middle of the night. I happened to meet her and we drank some wine together. My brother just found out." Wen Ziming lowered his eyes to think about something, and explained simply.

"Don't you hate her? Why did you ask her to drink?" Wen Shuangshuang's face changed, and he felt very bad.

He is the only one who stands on the same front as her in this family. She always thought that Wen Ziming would not change, but now it seems that this is not the case.

Wen Shuangshuang was a little flustered, with a sense of urgency that his things would be taken away, and his voice suddenly raised: "Didn't you say that you will always stand by my side, third brother?!"

Wen Cun came out of the kitchen, heard her question, frowned, and didn't speak.

Wen Ziming's thoughts were interrupted. Facing her angry and wronged expression, he was startled for a moment, and subconsciously coaxed, "Why are you crying? I didn't say no."

"Then you promise not to change!" Wen Shuangshuang relentlessly tugged on his arm to ask him to promise, no matter what Wen Cun thinks, anyway, last night was a tear.

"I promise!" Wen Ziming raised his hand helplessly.

As soon as he finished speaking, he saw Wen Qingyue coming down the stairs, glanced at him, walked to the dining table without any trouble, smiled and greeted Wen Cun.

"Brother, did you cook all the breakfast?"

"No, I bought it during my morning jog. Didn't you say that you want to eat Lin Ji's custard buns and soy milk at the entrance of the community? I bought it early in the morning. Who knew you were a lazy pig and slept early in the morning." Wen Cun said While pouring her a glass of milk, he raised his eyes to look at her, his eyes shone slightly.

Her messy long hair in the morning has been tidied up and loosened smoothly, and her pajamas have been changed into a brown sweater with an off-white pile collar as a base layer, and a pair of bell-bottom pants wrapping her slender legs, simple and elegant. With temperament, she is no longer the little country girl she was when she first came back.

Wen Qingyue took a few sips of milk with a guilty conscience, took a few mouthfuls of a custard bun, and flatteredly boasted: "Wow, I don't know if it's because you brought it back for me, brother. It tastes better than before, it tastes like love!"

"Tch, sycophant!" Wen Ziming snorted coldly.

Wen Qingyue choked and didn't argue with him.

Wen Cun smiled, took out the porridge cooked by the servant and handed it to her, "Then don't waste your brother's love, after eating, there won't be any left."

"Ah?" Wen Qingyue looked at Young Young with a plate of custard buns, and there were six more, plus a bowl of porridge.

Before eating, she already had a feeling of being full, and said dumbfoundedly: "Brother, are you trying to hold me to death?"

Before Wen Cun could speak, Wen Ziming, who was on the sofa, said eccentrically, "That's big brother's love, are you willing to waste it?"

"Reluctance!" Wen Qingyue turned her head and glanced at him, "After all, the love of big brother is the only one, unlike some people who lured me into drinking in the middle of the night, with vicious hearts."

"You..." Wen Ziming's face was flushed red by her, and he wanted to refute, but when he met his eldest brother's eyes, he sat back and gritted his teeth and didn't speak.

It's okay to have a brain twitch, it's not good to find someone to drink with, find a vicious country girl to drink.

Looking at the interaction between the two, Wen Shuangshuang showed a little doubt. The third brother's attitude towards Wen Qingyue seemed to have not changed and then seemed to have changed.

She didn't know what went wrong, and she always felt a little weird.

After breakfast, Wen Qingyue and Wen Cun went out together, and Wen Cun sent her to school before leaving.

Wen Qingyue walked slowly to the classroom, always feeling that she had forgotten something, but couldn't remember it, so she took out her mobile phone to watch the vx news.

"He didn't reply to the message." Wen Qingyue looked at the chat page with Fu Han, there were only messages she sent him after returning home yesterday, and she never replied.

Wen Qingyue exited the page a little annoyed, and when she looked up, she saw Jianying and Yangguang approaching her.

"Hi, Junior Qingyue, good afternoon! How come you have become more beautiful after not seeing you for a few days?" Sunshine exaggeratedly greeted her, and Jianying nodded with a smile.

Wen Qingyue put away her phone and responded to the two of them.

The three of them walked to the classroom together, and Jianying asked, "Did you agree to watch the last basketball game? Where did you go?"

After the fall?

Wen Qingyue was stunned for a moment, and after thinking about it, it seemed that such a thing happened, but she was busy apologizing to Fu Han that day, so she forgot about it, unexpectedly he came to her after a few days settle accounts.

"I'm sorry, I had something to do that day." After all, Wen Qingyue apologized honestly because she put the pigeons on her own.

When it was a rare opportunity to catch her feeling guilty, Jianying thought for a while, "A word of apology is not enough, we have a game in the vault tonight, you come to play, and you won't bother about letting the pigeons go."

Pin Treasury, the most upscale nightclub in Jiangzhou, just like its name, this place is where rich people spend their money, and only rich people go there to play.

Wen Qingyue wanted to refuse at first, but after thinking about it, there is nothing wrong with seeing it, so she agreed.

Jianying didn't expect her to promise so readily, she was dazed for a second before she realized, and patted her on the shoulder: "It's agreed, you can't let me dove this time, or our friend will end!"

Wen Qingyue nodded, and said helplessly: "No, see you tonight, I'm going to class now, can the two seniors stop following me?"

Only then did Jian Ying and Yang Yang realize that they had arrived at the door of the classroom of the first-year students, and the students in the classroom were all looking at them curiously.

Not only did the two of them not feel embarrassed, but Jianying also very handsomely wink at the school girls inside, and said to Wen Qingyue with a low voice: "I will pick you up at six o'clock, and you have a good class, bye!"

After saying that, he exited handsomely under the watchful eyes of all the fans.

Wen Qingyue was very speechless about this kind of handsome behavior by the second grader. Sure enough, in comparison, Fu Han was very mature, and the kind of handsomeness that radiated from the inside made people unable to take their eyes off it.

Realizing that she was thinking about Fu Han, Wen Qingyue frowned and shook her head, pulled her thoughts back, walked into the classroom, ignored other people's gossiping eyes, and found a quiet place to sit down.

There was only one class in the morning. After class, Wen Qingyue couldn't control herself and turned on VX again. Someone still didn't reply to her message.

Wen Qingyue's face darkened, she pursed her lips and thought about counting him as cruel, and if she has the ability, don't reply.

In the conference room of Fu's building, Fu Han, who was busy with the meeting, had no idea that he had been unilaterally blocked by his wife and held a grudge.

After the meeting, after returning to the office and explaining Mo Hanshuang's affairs, he leaned back a little tiredly, rubbing his eyebrows, and couldn't help but think of the call he received at one o'clock in the morning last night.

The little girl was drunk and called him to complain.