Fu Shao's little wife is a prophet

The soothing music sounded in the car, gently and softly, making people's thoughts drift away a little bit.

Wen Qingyue looked at the time, more than ten minutes had passed, the space in the car was small, it was really uncomfortable to sit like this and maintain a posture.

"Fu Han, get out of the car and go to your office to rest." Wen Qingyue glanced at the man with closed eyes, knowing that he was not asleep, she pulled out her hand, frowning and pushing him away.

Fu Han opened his eyes and tilted his head to look at her, "Are you going up with me?"

Wen Qingyue was a little speechless, "Boss Fu, don't act like you can't leave me, I don't accompany you to work every day."

Fu Han smiled, "Are you implying that I will arrange a position for you in my company so that you can be with me every day?"

Wen Qingyue sneered, and said angrily: "I want to work, so I have to hint to you to arrange it? Don't pretend to be in love, it doesn't look like you at all, hurry up and go down."

Fu Han tilted his head to look at her, her expression was very indifferent, those crooked eyes that always smiled in front of others were now full of indifferent arcs, and there was a bit of ridicule towards him in the eyes.

He stretched out his hand to pinch her chin, rubbed her soft red lips with his thumb, smeared her lipstick, and got it on the corner of her mouth, "Little heartless really holds grudges!"

Wen Qingyue opened his hand irritably, glanced at the lipstick on his finger, and said dissatisfiedly: "Get out of the car quickly, don't mess around all the time, my lipstick is ruined by you!"

She took out a tissue and wiped it with a frown. There was no mirror in her posture, so she had to look at the reflector outside the window.

Fu Han reached out and grabbed her hand, and took away the tissue under her dissatisfied eyes, "I'll wipe it for you."

It pinched her chin with one hand, and gently wiped off the lipstick on her lips with a tissue in the other hand. Its eyes fell on her slightly parted lips, and it got closer and closer without knowing it.

Breathing together, Wen Qingyue smelled the cold fragrance on his body, looked at his gradually enlarged face, knew what he was going to do in her heart, and a voice in her heart told her to stop, but she couldn't move until her lips were covered, her lips Trembling, he closed his eyes.

Fu Han gently pinched her chin with his hands, kissed her very gently, kissed her lips and left, kissed her again within a second, bit her lips, pried open her teeth, and then eagerly demanded and pestered her.

The temperature in the car gradually rose, and the oxygen seemed to be stripped away. Wen Qingyue felt deprived of breathing, and the feeling of suffocation gradually invaded. When she was dying, fresh oxygen suddenly came in again. She just breathed greedily. After a few mouthfuls, it was deprived again.

Fu Han's hand also reached into the back of Wen Qingyue's head, and as the kiss deepened, his fingers stroked her soft hair little by little, as if he conveyed his forbearing, patient and deep feelings through this small movement.

Not far away from the car were passers-by and cars passing by, and the sound of the horn of the car had become very clear from the sound of people walking and talking.

When Fu Han let go of her again, both of them were a little out of breath, their heads resting on their heads and breathing eagerly, the lingering breathing made people feel distracted.

After a while, Fu Han raised his head and moved a little away. Wen Qingyue's slightly red and swollen lips were slightly half-opened. He wiped off the shiny silver thread around her lips with his thumb, and gently caressed her. The fluttering red lips, that movement made Wen Qingyue's earlobe hot, she dodged back in panic, and opened his hand.

Fu Han withdrew his hand, looked at her red earlobe that was about to bleed, curled his lips and said, "I'm fully charged, let's go, I'll pick you up tomorrow."

Wen Qingyue ignored him, and listened to him open the car door and get out of the car. She didn't turn her head to look out the window until the car door was closed. She didn't know if it was an illusion. cat.

"Bah! What a bad metaphor!" Wen Qingyue shook her head immediately when she realized what she was thinking. She was not a mistress, but legally speaking, she was Fu Han's wife, so she was not stolen.

Shaking his head, he retracted his gaze and started the car to leave.

As soon as the car moved, Wen Qingyue frowned.

wrong!Why do you get taken advantage of every time you come to his company?

……

The Liu family's birthday banquet didn't start until 6:[-] p.m., Wen Qingyue changed into a dress when it was almost time, put on casual makeup, and didn't want to do her hairstyle, so she casually tied her hair in a low bun.

The Wen family members were all going to attend. Wen Qingyue happened to meet Wen Shuangshuang when she went downstairs. She was wearing a pink dress today, with exquisite makeup, long hair shawl, necklace and earrings that complemented each other perfectly.

Seeing her, she took the initiative to say hello, "Sister, why don't you wear a necklace?"

Wen Qingyue said lightly, "I don't want to wear it."

Wen Shuangshuang had nothing to say, looked at her back as she took a step ahead, and looked at what she was wearing today, a black long-sleeved open square collar half-slit skirt, conservative and without any highlights, but it was impossible to ignore .

Wen Shuang's eyes gritted her back molars coldly, it's okay, after today, she won't have to live in her shadow anymore.

"Where's big brother?" Wen Qingyue didn't see Wen Cun, so she raised her eyebrows slightly.

Wen Canghai kept silent with a cold face, Zhao Qiuxia sighed helplessly, "Your elder brother won't go."

"Hmph, Nizi, I don't attend every banquet and reception. I don't have a chance to introduce him to any contacts!"

Wen Canghai complained a few words angrily, but it was useless for him to complain without Wen Cun. He got up and pulled his suit, waved and said, "Let's go, it's getting late."

Zhao Qiuxia walked ahead with him on his arm, Wen Qing and the others followed, and saw Fu Han's car as soon as they came out.

Fu Han opened the car door and walked towards them, "Mom and Dad, I'm here to pick up Yueyue."

Everyone looked at Wen Qingyue, she had no choice but to walk towards Fu Han, and said to the others: "Mom, you go first, I will be Fu Han's car."

Wen Canghai nodded in agreement, "Okay, it just doesn't need to be so crowded."

They got in the car and left, Fu Han put the suit jacket on her body, "Get in the car."

Wen Qingyue glanced at him, and said helplessly: "I said I don't want to pay too much attention, but you never listen to me."

Fu Han looked down at her, "You've always been paying attention, if we go together, the Liu family will be afraid that I won't dare to do anything to you easily, if we separate, he will mistakenly think that I don't care about you, what if something happens?"

"But……"

Wen Qingyue hesitated, and before he finished speaking, he interrupted and continued: "I also need a female companion, as long as we don't tell, people will think you are my woman at most, and they will not think that we are married."

"..."

Wen Qingyue pushed him, raised her head and said, "Do you think I'm stupid? Is there a big difference between "your woman" and "the woman who married you"? I'm still very dangerous!"

Fu Han didn't speak, just walked into the car with his arms around her.

Wen Qingyue sat in the car with a sulky face. Although she was reluctant, she was too lazy to drive by herself, and it was still cold.

After getting in the car, Fu Han glanced at her short skirt with slits that only reached a few inches above her knees, and said in a low voice, "I still choose such a short dress in such a cold day."