Fu Shao's little wife is a prophet

Wen Qingyue put his coat on her lap indifferently, "The dresses are very cool, and the long ones are not convenient for walking." It is also not convenient for her to move today.

Fu Han's brows did not relax, and he said in a deep voice, "Ah Cheng, let's go to the mall."

Realizing what he was going to do, Wen Qingyue frowned unwillingly, "No, I won't change!"

Fu Han remained expressionless, "Be good, the skirt is too short, change it."

It is always difficult to change what he has decided, Wen Qingyue frowned and did not speak again.

On the way to the banquet, there happened to be a shop selling dresses. Ah Cheng parked his car in front of the shop. Fu Han got out of the car first. The gentleman reached out to hold her and put his arms around her into the shop.

"Welcome, sir, is there anything you need, miss?" The waiter immediately greeted her very enthusiastically.

Wen Qingyue pushed the man away with no expression, and said, "Is there a dress that keeps you warm and wraps it tightly? It doesn't leak from the legs to the neck!"

The waiter was stunned, and looked at the two of them at a loss, "This... miss, it's rare for a dress to not miss your legs or arms. Besides, you have such a good figure, it's a pity that you don't show it."

Wen Qingyue glanced at the man next to her lightly, "He won't let Lu."

The waiter smiled awkwardly, and quickly understood that men are possessive, and they don't want their girlfriends to be seen by others. "Then, then I'll find it for you."

Wen Qingyue nodded, glanced at the dresses hanging in the store, and said jokingly: "Mr. Fu, why don't I just wrap up in a coat and long trousers? You see, the ones in this store are either bare backs and arms or legs. Neither meet your requirements."

Fu Han ignored her teasing, turned around and picked out a dress of the same style as her from the dress next to her, except that the skirt he picked had a longer hem, fishtail cut to the calf, and the back was longer in the front. Short, the right leg is split into the thigh, and there is a big white bow on the back, just right to expose the waist.

Wen Qingyue didn't answer, her arms crossed her chest, and she looked arrogant, "This is similar to my body, with legs and collarbone exposed, it's not suitable."

Fu Han knew that she was upset, so he deliberately confronted him, but he didn't get angry, and said calmly, "Hey, don't make trouble, go and change it."

"Don't go!"

She is not a child, so don't think that a few words of coaxing will be enough.

Fu Han narrowed his eyes slightly and asked, "Aren't you going?"

Wen Qingyue shook her head. In the next second, the man put his arms around her and pushed her into the fitting room, and then closed the door of the fitting room with his backhand. The two waiters looked at the closed door dumbfoundedly with the dresses they had chosen.

Rich people are good at playing.

"What are you doing?" Wen Qingyue was pushed in by him, lost her footing and bumped against the wall, leaning on the wall to look at him in astonishment.

Without further ado, the man approached directly, reached out and touched the zipper of the dress beside her, and said in a deep voice, "I'll change it for you."

"Om—" Wen Qingyue's mind was buzzing, and she immediately pushed him away, "I'll do it myself."

Fu Han put the dress beside him, turned around and went out.

Wen Qingyue stared angrily at the closed door, and took a long time to take off the dress with a look on her face, and put on the one he chose.

I have to say that Fu Han's clothes are very good, and the clothes he chooses for her are never wrong.

Just as she was about to open the door and go out, there was a knock on the door, and the man's deep and magnetic voice came in, "Are you ready?"

Wen Qingyue pursed her lips, and opened the door with a click. The moment she met his gaze, she saw surprise in his eyes, but he quickly covered it up and handed her a pair of nude stockings, "Put them on to keep warm."

Wen Qingyue raised her eyebrows, and suddenly said coquettishly: "There is no stool in here, it is inconvenient for me to wear high heels, please help me wear them."

She acted like a baby by pinching her throat, her tone was very charming and charming.

Fu Han knew that she probably had some bad idea in her heart, and just about to refuse, she suddenly reached out and grabbed his tie, and pulled him into the fitting room, "The skirt is short, and wearing it will inevitably lift the skirt to the thighs. , there is surveillance outside, don't you mind others watching?"

While speaking, she leaned close to him, still holding his tie with one hand, while the other hand passed over his waist, and slammed the door shut again.

The waiters in the store listened to the voice and looked at their noses, noses, noses, and hearts, thinking that they were deaf and stood far away.

The fitting room was not very spacious, and the ambiguous atmosphere rose instantly after closing the door. Fu Han rolled his Adam's apple, looked down at the woman in his arms, and said dangerously: "You are playing with fire."

Wen Qingyue stepped back innocently, leaning her back against the wall, teasingly said: "I didn't realize that Mr. Fu still likes to read the novels of the domineering president."

The black dress was a slim fit, outlining her fine figure, revealing her delicate collarbone. She took off one of her shoes, and slightly raised her slender legs towards him, "I'm sorry, Mr. Fu."

Her skin is very fair, and her legs are very beautiful.

Fu Han restrained his intentions slightly, suppressed the feeling of parched mouth, stretched out his hand to hold her ankle, and put the silk stocking, which was as thin as a cicada's wing, on her foot.

The stockings were very long, and they were about to be worn on her thighs. Fu Han moved and stood beside her, so that he could easily lift the stockings up. His warm fingers rubbed her skin, and the temperature made people shiver.

Wen Qingyue suddenly panicked and wanted to retract her legs, "I'll do it myself."

Surprisingly, Fu Han did not turn against her, let go of her feet, stood beside her and did not go out, watching her bend down and lift up the stockings, past the slit, and lift up the hem of the skirt He lifted it a little, so his pupils shrank and his breathing became more and more rapid.

Wen Qingyue felt his deep breathing and aggressive gaze, her scalp was numb, and she secretly groaned.

It's over, it's overdone!

She quickly took off the other high-heeled shoe, stepped on the ground with her bare feet, put on the other stocking, and pulled up the skirt again, the gaze staring at her became more substantial.

After putting it on, she hurriedly bent down to reach for her high heels, wanting to go out quickly, but the man suddenly reached out to pick her up, pressed her against the wall, and kissed her involuntarily.

Under his fanatical entanglement, Wen Qingyue became dizzy, her limbs became weak, and she was extremely remorseful, she shouldn't have provoked him on a whim.

Fortunately, Fu Han knew that the occasion was wrong, so he only kissed her and did not continue.

After kissing her, she gasped and whispered, "Let go of you now, and I'll deal with you when I get home at night."

Wen Qingyue's heart trembled, and she still did not forget to provoke him, "Can you go to the banquet now? How about I go out first and let you solve it?"

Fu Han gritted his teeth, "You still mess with me, don't you want to go out?"

Wen Qingyue immediately confessed, lowered her head and did not speak.

The two stood in the fitting room for nearly 10 minutes before going out. Wen Qingyue ignored the waiter's ambiguous gaze, walked out of the shop and got into the car at the speed of light.

Looking at the back of her running away, Fu Han curled his lips, took the card to pay the bill, and then slowly got into the car.

The Liu family's birthday banquet was held at the hotel, and it was very grand. There was an endless stream of cars and people at the entrance of the hotel. When she appeared arm in arm with Fu Han, it attracted many people's attention.

The man is stern, the woman is charming, the man is talented and the woman is beautiful, the perfect match is simply a landscape.