Fu Shao's little wife is a prophet

The man's hoarse voice sounded from above, and the back of his hand exuding warmth was pressed against her forehead, skin against skin. Wen Qingyue looked at him with wide eyes, looked at him with a slight frown and said, "Why are you getting better and better?" Hot? No, don’t burn your brain.”

As he spoke, he picked up the down jacket on the side and wanted to put it on for her.

Wen Qingyue came back to her senses, dodged it, reached out to take the clothes, "I'll do it myself."

Putting on her clothes, she stretched out her feet hidden in the quilt to put on shoes and socks. Fu Han followed her eyes and found her scarred feet. His brows sank, and he squatted down and grabbed her ankles.

"What are you doing?" Wen Qingyue was startled, but he grabbed her tightly when she wanted to shrink back.

Fu Han knelt on the ground on one knee, reaching out his hand to touch her wound, but his fingers trembled slightly. After all, he didn't dare to touch it. He let go of his hand suddenly, and put her shoes and socks on without a word. Wen Qingyue wanted to refuse, But he couldn't speak, and curled up clutching the sheets with his ten fingers.

His movements were too gentle, this feeling was too intimate, and she panicked.

"Fu, Fu Han, don't be like this, I didn't hurt my hand..."

The rest of the words disappeared because Fu Han suddenly stood up and kissed him, and stared at the man who was close at hand with his eyes wide open.

Fu Han just kissed the corner of her mouth, stayed for a few seconds, then backed away, pulled her to stand up, grabbed her knees and hugged her horizontally.

"You... put me down, I can go by myself." Wen Qingyue really didn't get used to his gentle appearance, even before he was very considerate and gentle, but she always felt a little awkward today.

"Don't move." Fu Han interrupted her in a low voice, carried her out of the hotel, and walked downstairs. Wen Qingyue hooked his neck in shame, and buried her face in his chest.

"Master, ma'am, are you going back?" Ah Cheng had been waiting downstairs, and when he saw them coming down, he immediately came up to meet them.

Ah Cheng opened the car door, Fu Han put her on the back seat, then got in the car, said: "Go to the hospital here first, tell Su Yan to let him go back first."

Ah Cheng had already sat in the driver's seat, and nodded upon hearing the words, "Okay, I'll let the other brothers tell Mr. Su."

Wen Qingyue was startled, "Su Yan is here too?"

Did she startle so many people?

Fu Han hugged her and let her lean into his arms, "Well, come and save us."

Wen Qingyue's throat surged, and she wanted to ask if Yang Chong and the others had come, but she couldn't help coughing a few times, and said after a while: "By the way... Where are Officer Yang and the others? I have something to tell them."

Fu Han handed her a tissue, "Go to the hospital first, and talk about other things later, don't rush this moment."

Wen Qingyue wiped her nose, but did not refute, "Give me your mobile phone, and I will call him, so I won't delay seeing a doctor."

After the call was connected, Wen Qingyue said in a hoarse voice: "It's me, Officer Yang, Wen Qingyue, I want to tell you that there is a cliff on the mountain in Taoyuan Village, Liu Nanchen took this place for vacation in the past two years There were two girls, both of them were dead and he threw them under the cliff, see if you can find a way to get the bodies up."

Yang Chong was indeed still at the Jiangyang County Police Station at the moment. He was planning to go back to the city to interrogate Liu Nanchen, but his face was shocked after hearing her words, "Okay, I see, thank you Wen Qingyue, go back and have a good rest."

"You are welcome."

After hanging up the phone, Wen Qingyue sniffed, turned to look at Fu Han and asked, "How is the killer you met last night?"

"Dead." Fu Han replied simply, "He was wounded by a gunshot wound, and he chased the direction you left all the way. I met him at dawn, and he told me that he killed you."

His tone was calm, even with a hint of hostility, Wen Qingyue probably understood that this last sentence led to the killer's death, and he aroused Fu Han's killing intent.

Wen Qingyue was speechless for a moment, flexed her wrist, turned her head to look out of the car window, the car had already stopped, the traffic in the small county was chaotic, passers-by were crossing the road, all kinds of cars were driving on the same road, and now the front was blocked.

The whistle blared, making her brain ache, but her eyes fell on the surging crowd, and she noticed a few men wearing baseball caps walking towards them.

Among them, the hand of the man in the leather jacket gradually touched his waist, as if he was drawing a gun or other weapons.

"No..." The nervous system in her brain tensed up instantly, and the alarm bells rang in her heart. She wanted Ah Cheng to turn around and leave, but when she turned around, she found that she was also blocked by several cars behind her.

"Quick, get out of the car!" Wen Qingyue hardly hesitated, shouted at the two of them, leaned over Fu Han, and reached out to open the door.

Fu Han and A Cheng also realized something was wrong the moment she finished shouting, and quickly opened the door to get out of the car. Fu Han pulled her, mixed into the crowd and ran forward quickly.

Behind them, the dozen or so men mixed in the crowd saw them getting out of the car, and sped up to catch up with them.

These dozen or so people are all killers, and they are here for them.

Wen Qingyue had a wound on her foot. The wound had already healed and there was no bleeding. The wound opened again after running. It felt really painful, but it didn't affect her speed.

It's just that the speed of the killer was also very fast, and several people on motorcycles caught up with them and blocked their way, and the passers-by around them dispersed in fear.

Ah Cheng clenched his fists, put on a fighting stance, stared at the dozen or so killers surrounding them, and said, "Master, take your wife first!"

Wen Qingyue frowned, and said coldly: "What nonsense, you can't win with so many people."

Thirteen killers, all of them are muscular, they look like Lian Jiazi, they must not belong to Liu Nanchen, but there are not many people she offended, besides Liu Nanchen, who else has the ability to hire so many killers?

While his thoughts were surging, the leading killer took two steps forward, drew out his machete, and said, "None of you can escape today!"

He dared to kill people on the street, he was very bold, and he was not afraid of being investigated at all.

Fu Han held Wen Qingyue's hand tightly, and said in a low voice, "Ah Cheng and I are in charge of restraining you. You should find the right opportunity to run and find support. Do you understand?"

Wen Qingyue rolled her eyes, landed on the motorcycle parked outside the encirclement, and said, "Understood, but you must live."

The corners of Fu Han's mouth rose slightly, "I can't die."

As soon as the voice fell, the three quickly separated, one against three, or even more.

The machete slashed against Wen Qingyue's scalp with a cold wind. She nimbly grabbed the opponent's hand, kicked him in the stomach, snatched the machete at the same time, and slashed back without hesitation.

Puff, blood splatter, screams, fists and feet, and the sound of a knife hitting the ground alternately and mixed together.

The killers didn't expect Wen Qingyue to be so capable of hitting, and she didn't hesitate to slash it down, just as ruthless as them. For a while, the killers around her were a little timid.

"Father, be careful!"

Ah Cheng yelled loudly, and kicked away the killer who was attacking Fu Han, but he was stabbed into the abdomen with a dagger.

Wen Qingyue gradually realized that something was wrong. These killers were more targeting Fu Han, and most of them were targeting him.