Fu Shao's little wife is a prophet

Early in the morning, Wen Qingyue ran into Wen Shuangshuang at the door after returning from exercising. Their eyes met. Wen Shuangshuang snorted jealously, "A country girl also knows how to exercise."

Wen Qingyue looked calm, did not argue with her, turned her back to her and opened the door, before entering the room, said suddenly: "This skirt is not suitable for you, the waistline is too thick, and the hips are too wide."

"What?" Wen Shuangshuang didn't react, but Wen Qingyue had already closed the door, leaving her to experience it slowly.

She has a thick waist?

Wen Shuangshuang touched her waist and crotch in disbelief, and then looked down at her legs. Wen Ziming walked over with a yawn, and she hurriedly asked, "Third brother, do I have a thick waist?"

Wen Ziming stretched his waist, glanced at her waist, "When did you buy this skirt? It doesn't suit you."

Wen Shuangshuang's face collapsed, "Where is it not suitable? I am obviously suitable!"

"The temperament is not suitable, it seems that the hips are wide, and there is a small belly." Wen Ziming pointed out the flaws very straightly, and did not notice her ugly face at all, "Don't learn from Wen Qingyue, your style is different."

He muttered and walked downstairs, but the last words hit Wen Shuangshuang's heart directly. She froze in place, and the hand hanging by her side pulled her skirt vigorously. Let her loose.

"Who imitated her? I've always had this style..." Wen Shuangshuang retorted in a low voice with a gloomy face.

When Wen Qingyue got out of the shower, only Wen Shuangshuang and Wen Ziming were still eating on the dining table.

Seeing her coming down, the servant brought out her breakfast. Wen Qingyue sat down opposite the two and glanced at Wen Shuangshuang. She was still wearing that black Chanel dress,

Wen Qingyue raised her eyebrows, took two sips of milk gracefully, and saw Zhao Qiuxia approaching, she asked, "Mom, who cleans my room when I'm not at home?"

Wen Shuangshuang glanced at her when she heard the words. Zhao Qiuxia had just taken care of her flowers in the garden, and her hands were still stained with mud. After washing her hands, she came out and asked strangely while wiping the water on her hands: "It's all cleaned by the aunt at home." ,What's wrong?"

Wen Qingyue ate a piece of toasted, slightly browned bread, and said slowly: "I came back last night and found that the closet was messed up. The necklace and some jewelry you gave me were gone."

After speaking, she raised her eyelids and glanced at Wen Shuang. She lowered her head and drank the porridge. Her face with exquisite makeup was calm, and her curled eyelashes trembled slightly, covering the flowing emotions in her eyes.

When Zhao Qiuxia heard that she had lost something, her face sank, and she said in astonishment: "No way, the aunts at home are old people, so it is impossible to steal things. Are you sure you didn't bring them to Fu Han?"

"I'm sure, apart from the jewelry, the black Chanel dress that Fu Han gave me is also gone." Wen Qingyue ate the last bite of bread, frowned slightly, and said in distress: "I still have that dress." I like it very much, but I have never had a chance to wear it. The weather was not suitable when he sent it to me. I didn’t bring it last time. I saw Wen Shuangshuang wearing it today. I just remembered it. I wanted to find it and change it, but it was stolen.”

Wen Ziming had been eating without his business, but when he heard this, he couldn't help but look at Wen Shuangshuang, and held her slightly trembling hand holding the knife and fork.

Zhao Qiuxia also looked at Wen Shuangshuang. Coincidentally, the skirt she was wearing happened to be Chanel too.

Wen Qingyue didn't even look at Wen Shuangshuang when she said these words, as if she was just mentioning her in passing, she was not angry when something was stolen, she calmly drank the last sip of milk, wiped her mouth, and asked: "Mom, what's the matter at home?" Is there monitoring? I want to see it."

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The knife and fork fell to the ground, Wen Qingyue looked at Wen Shuangshuang who made the noise, she had already bent down to pick it up.

Zhao Qiuxia frowned, feeling weird, but she didn't know where the blame was, so she could only reply, "There is monitoring, but... I still don't believe that their hands and feet are dirty, so, give Mom some It's time, Mom will ask them in person, if the person who stole something can take the initiative to confess and return the thing, it's the first time, and after so many years of friendship, can I just stop fussing with her?"

Wen Qingyue looked at Wen Shuangshuang indifferently, "Okay, for Mom's sake, I'll give her one last chance."

After she finished speaking, she got up and pushed the chair back, walked out two steps and then stopped. Wen Shuangshuang was looking up at her back, seeing her stop and immediately lowered her eyelids in fright.

Wen Qingyue's light tone followed, "By the way, Mom, let her wash that dress and return it to me, and at the same time tell her that it's useless to covet something that doesn't belong to her, even if you steal it and wear it, it will be given to others." A feeling of stealing someone else's clothes."

Wen Shuangshuang's gloomy eyes sank suddenly, the knuckles holding the knife and fork were tense, and the knuckles were prominent.

"Don't worry, she will send you to clean up her mother if she doesn't wash her mother." Although Zhao Qiuxia is usually a little cowardly, she is not without brains at all. She has guessed something, and she is very helpless in her heart. She looks at Wen Shuangshuang with complicated eyes .

Wen Qingyue was about to go out, so she took her bag and walked towards the entrance. Hearing this, she turned and looked at Wen Shuangshuang, her eyes were cold and sharp, "That's not necessary, anyway, I will burn it in the end anyway, there is no need to waste money."

"Burn..." Zhao Qiuxia looked at her in astonishment, very puzzled, "Why burn it properly? You don't want it anymore, why do you want it back?"

Wen Shuangshuang was also looking at Wen Qingyue, and there was a faint evil fire in her heart. She could hear that Wen Qingyue said all those words to her.

No wonder she said that the dress was not suitable for her in the morning, knowing that she was the one who took her things, but she still pretended to be confused with understanding, and pretended to be magnanimous in a weird way, it's disgusting!

Wen Shuangshuang was so angry that she even wanted to curse, but her second sentence came down coldly, "Don't return my things, she will think that she is really worthy, the most terrible thing is that people do not know themselves."

People's hearts are not enough to swallow elephants, and some people have no mercy.

Wen Shuangshuang was scolded with shame and embarrassment on her face, but Wen Qingyue didn't name her name. If she refuted it, it would be tantamount to substituting herself, proving that she stole the thing.

He knew she was scolding her, but he could only bear it, his lungs were about to explode.

Wen Qingyue curled up one corner of her mouth, averted her gaze lightly, put on her shoes and went out directly.

As soon as she left, Zhao Qiuxia sighed and said helplessly, "Come to my room later."

Wen Shuangshuang knew that these words were addressed to her, she raised her head to argue, but Zhao Qiuxia had already turned and went upstairs, Wen Ziming also looked away in disappointment, got up and left the dining table.

"Third Brother!" Wen Shuangshuang stood up eagerly, with both hands on the table, Wen Ziming turned to look at her, and she asked, "You don't believe me?"

Wen Ziming said: "Shuangshuang, this style really doesn't suit you, go change it."

In the end, he and Zhao Qiuxia saved face for the younger sister who spoiled her so much and didn't say it directly.