Fu Shao's little wife is a prophet

In the living room of Wen's family, just as Wen Qingyue changed into her slippers and walked in, she saw the Wen's family sitting on the sofa looking at her with different expressions.

Zhao Qiuxia's face was full of sadness, her eyes were still a little red and swollen, she probably just cried.

Wen Ziming stared at her coldly, and said in a strange way: "Yo, you're back? Where is the person who picked you up? Why don't you come in and sit down!"

"Ziming, speak up!" Wen Cun frowned and scolded Wen Ziming, looked up at Wen Qingyue, and asked softly, "Did Mr. Yueyue send you back?"

Wen Qingyue expected that she would be interrogated when she came back, so she calmly walked to the side sofa and sat down, pressing her bag with her hand, "Well, he walked me to the door of the house and left. Do you have anything to do with him?"

Wen Cun looked at her with a complicated expression, as if he had something to say but didn't know how to say it to her.

"Yueyue, tell Dad honestly what is your relationship with Fu Han?" Wen Canghai was already drunk, but insisted on waiting for her to come back, just to ask this question.

It can be seen how much influence Fu Han had on them.

Wen Qingyue bowed her fingers pressing on the bag, which contained her and Fu Han's marriage certificate and a blank contract waiting for her to write the conditions.

"It's the relationship of being a little more familiar than strangers." Wen Qingyue moved her fingers slightly, her tone relaxed.

There was really nothing wrong with these words, she had only met Fu Hantong twice, and she only knew his name and identity now, so he was just better than a stranger.

It's just that they didn't quite believe it, and fell silent in a strange atmosphere.

Wen Ziming frowned. This wild girl from the countryside seemed to be not only deeply scheming, but also simple in her actions.

The scheming is not pure, such a person must not stay, in case the belt breaks both of them.

"Oh, more familiar than strangers? Then why did you do something shameful with someone more familiar than strangers in the middle of the night?" Wen Ziming didn't hide his disgust in his heart, and there was malicious speculation in his words.

"Ziming!" Wen Cun's face darkened, and his voice inevitably rose a bit.

This kind of speculation is too much!

Wen Qingyue's eyes turned cold, and her brows tightened imperceptibly.

It seems that Wen Ziming really doesn't like her.

"Brother, you don't need to kill me! Where am I wrong? She is only eighteen, don't you know who Fu Han is? Why do you know her, a country girl? Even if you do, it is necessary to come to pick her up at night? Early in the morning come back!"

Wen Ziming didn't feel that what he said was wrong, there was something wrong with this country girl.

He absolutely cannot tolerate this country girl ruining the reputation of his Wen family.

"What are you talking about! Yueyue is your sister!" Wen Cun was really angry, his face was full of anger, how could a brother say that about his sister.

During the quarrel between the two brothers, Wen Shuangshuang went downstairs. She listened upstairs for a long time, and she probably thought it was an opportunity to deal with Wen Qingyue, so she came down.

"Big brother, third brother, what are you arguing about?" Wen Shuangshuang asked with a bewildered face, her eyes were also red, and she walked cautiously to the middle and stood there, as if worried that the two brothers would quarrel.

"Shuangshuang, you can count it down, are you hungry? Mom will give you some hot food."

Zhao Qiuxia, who had been silent all this time, seemed to have regained her soul when she saw Wen Shuangshuang, she asked with concern, and got up to go to the kitchen.

Wen Ziming also restrained his anger, and comforted her gently, "It's okay, don't be afraid, the brothers didn't quarrel."

"Mom, I'm not hungry." Wen Shuangshuang pulled Zhao Qiuxia back, and the mother and daughter sat down next to each other, trying to persuade her, "Third brother, don't talk back to the eldest brother, what the elder brother said must be for your own sake." Hello."

Wen Cun didn't speak, but his complexion improved a lot. Wen Ziming stared at Wen Qingyue coldly, and said angrily: "Shuangshuang, you don't understand. Brother, he was deceived by someone pretending to be good. Whose kid The girl came back from other men in the middle of the night."

Although Wen Shuangshuang knew who he was talking about, she still pretended to be in a daze, her eyes rolled, as if she just saw Wen Qingyue, "Sister, you just came back? Did something happen at the banquet?"

Wen Qingyue hadn't made a sound since the two brothers of the Wen family had a dispute, watched quietly, and didn't show any anger at Wen Ziming's words, like a person who stayed out of the matter, until Wen Shuangshuang spoke, she seemed to be drawn into this situation.

"Didn't you listen upstairs for a long time and still ask the question knowingly, isn't it because you are out of your mind?" Wen Qingyue looked at her coldly, with sarcasm in her eyes.

After Wen Ziming spoke, she heard Wen Shuangshuang open the door and come out of the room, standing at the corner of the stairs to eavesdrop.

Wen Shuangshuang thought that no one would know if she couldn't see it, but she didn't know that she had internal strength, her hearing was very good, and she could hear every slight movement clearly.

"Sister, what are you talking about? I, I just came down." Wen Shuangshuang, with an innocent face, shrank behind her, as if she was afraid of her.

Wen Ziming became even more dissatisfied with Wen Qingyue when she saw her like this, "Wen Qingyue, don't bully Shuangshuang! You can answer my questions if you are so eloquent. Don't pretend to be dumb and stay silent for a long time."

"You've already thought that in your heart, do you still care what I say?" Wen Qingyue looked at him with a sneer, those beautiful black eyes seemed to be able to devour people.

Wen Ziming's heart skipped a beat. He didn't know why he felt a little guilty, but he still retorted forcefully, "You have a guilty conscience and can't explain it!"

"Wen Ziming, don't go too far!" Wen Cun glared at Wen Ziming angrily, his eyes full of repressed anger.

"Okay! Both of you brothers, be quiet, I have a headache!" Wen Canghai watched the play for a long time, and then rubbed his temples and said, "Yueyue, although your third brother's words are not pleasant, but he is doing it for you." Well, as a girl, your reputation is very important, if you tell me the truth about your relationship with Fu Han, Dad will not blame you."

Zhao Qiuxia also persuaded: "Yeah, Yueyue, that Fu Han is 27 or [-] years old, and they can play with rich people. How can you, a little girl, know him?"

"I came back today and saw a Maybach parked in the garage. Sister, are you being taken care of by Fu Han? He gave you the car, right?" Wen Shuangshuang was afraid that the fire would not be hot enough, so he said the last thing innocently. Disgusting words, but those malicious eyes pierced her innocent mask.

Wen Qingyue was in a complicated mood when she heard the words of a few people. These people were all her family members who were related by blood. When her own daughter was borrowed, they were picked up without asking anything. In the hour, no one except Wen Cun called to ask, and only after she came back did she start to make second guesses, blaming every word.

"Okay, since you want to know so much, I'll tell you how I met Fu Han!" Wen Qingyue leaned on the sofa in a relaxed posture, resting her face with one hand, with a playful expression.

Wen Shuangshuang was a little frightened by her gaze, and had a bad feeling.