Fu Shao's little wife is a prophet

Wen Qingyue remained silent, with an unavoidable inquiry in her eyes, the kiss that he fell on the palm was so hot that it seemed that the kiss had landed on her heart, making her feel uneasy.

"What are you thinking about?" Fu Han asked warmly, the corners of his mouth slightly raised.

Wen Qingyue's eyelashes trembled slightly, and she raised her eyes to look at him, "I was thinking, didn't you investigate me? What are you doubting now?"

"In 18 years, I couldn't have found everything, and I didn't suspect anything. I just wanted to know you and how you have lived in these 18 years?" Fu Han stretched out his hand and pulled her into his arms, with a low voice, Feeling a little distressed.

He didn't suspect that she had changed her soul in this shell, but felt that his investigation was not meticulous, that she had lived very hard in those 18 years, and that she might have been secretly trained, like those missing children in TV dramas, who were collectively trained to become killer.

"..." Wen Qingyue laughed silently, nestled in his chest like a stove, and said slowly: "Actually, it's not too different from what you found out, at most it's just running and exercising every day, occasionally punching, Practice in free time, I watched a car race when I was 15 years old, and I fell in love with the extreme speed, so I practiced slowly.”

She picked out the things she had experienced in another world, mixed them into Wen Qingyue's life in this world, and told him, understating a little more embarrassment.

The pale light in the ward fell on the two of them, casting shadows from different angles on their faces.

Fu Han's hand intertwined with hers, he seemed to like holding her hand like this, and looked up under the light, the ring on his ring finger refracted an arc of light.

Suddenly, Fu Han asked in a deep voice, "Where's your ring?"

Wen Qingyue was startled, and followed his gaze to look at their interlocking hands. His hand overlapped hers. From this angle, only the back of his hand and the ring could be seen.

Even if she couldn't see her hand, she could feel that there was no ring on her ring finger.

"Not wearing it." Wen Qingyue replied truthfully, without feeling guilty at all.

She has been wearing the wedding ring often, because this marriage was originally a cooperation, and she kept it away except for necessary occasions.

Fu Han frowned and said, "Put them on from now on."

Wen Qingyue took out her hand and also came out of his arms, she firmly shook her head and refused, "No, we are just dating, and I will wear the wedding ring when necessary."

Her answer didn't make Fu Han feel better, and the brows that had just been healed were frowned again, "Why don't you wear it? I'm afraid that others will know that you are married?"

Wen Qingyue frowned and scratched her neck, "We are married in secret, I wear a wedding ring, how should I explain it when someone asks me? It's too troublesome."

In fact, she really doesn't want to let people know that she is married, because it will be very troublesome if she ends up divorced.

His status is not simple, and it will be troublesome for others to know that he is her marriage partner.

Fu Han: "Since when did you care so much about other people's opinions?"

Wen Qingyue was uncomfortable with his eyes, as if she was a scumbag who played with his feelings, "Fu Han, you are very strange, I didn't wear it much before, I didn't see you minding, why are you accusing me now? I?"

Her voice raised unconsciously, and she fell silent after speaking, staring at each other wordlessly.

The atmosphere became a little frozen, Wen Qingyue lowered her eyes irritably and guiltyly, moved to the side, and distanced herself from him.

"Obviously I was talking about your family, why did you suddenly bring the topic up to these things?" Wen Qingyue muttered in a low voice.

Fu Han frowned and watched her pull away, feeling uncomfortable, he suddenly reached out and grabbed her arm, pulled her back into his arms, and held her waist with his big hand to prevent her from struggling.

"Hey, what are you doing?" Wen Qingyue was caught off guard and looked up at him.

Fu Han: "Why are you so far away from me? Are you afraid that I will eat you?"

Wen Qingyue: "..."

"I just want to keep a distance and talk, please let me go."

"Little liar, duplicity. Every time you talk about our marriage, you avoid it. How can you talk about someone like you?" Fu Hanfei not only did not let her go, but also deliberately approached her, forcing her to look at him.

For a moment, Wen Qingyue felt that she had nothing to hide, like a fish on a chopping board, whose soul had been cut open by him, and she saw everything inside and out.

"I didn't, who is talking about marriage." Wen Qingyue turned her eyes away and continued to speak stubbornly.

She was a little confused, embarrassed, her heart was pounding, like a little rabbit that had strayed into a wolf's den, she pursed her lips nervously.

The ward was very quiet, the nurse was not there, and the two were so close that they could clearly hear each other's heartbeat and breathing.

"Do you still remember what I said in the fitting room of the shopping mall before the birthday banquet?" Fu Han stared at her bright red lips. She had just eaten spicy crayfish, and her pale lips were reddened by the spiciness, even though it had passed After more than 20 minutes, her lips were still very red, dazzlingly red.

Wen Qingyue couldn't keep up with her thoughts, and frowned in astonishment, "What?"

As soon as she opened her mouth, her soft lips touched up and down, and her white teeth and a section of pink could be seen.

Fu Han's eyes darkened, his breathing became a little rapid, his throat was so thirsty, he swallowed, his Adam's apple rolled up and down, and he said something in a hoarse voice, before Wen Qingyue had time to react, his lips were sealed.

After her relationship with Chinese medicine, they have kissed countless times. The strange thing is that Fu Han can give her a different feeling every time.

I don’t know if it’s because of his age, but Fu Han’s kissing skills are very good, sometimes like a predatory beast, sometimes like a lover’s murmur, gentle wind and drizzle, at this moment, this kiss has changed a bit, sweet and warm, intimate and eager , like sucking a piece of malt sugar roasted over a low fire.

Wen Qingyue had no choice but to open her lips and teeth, and her hands unknowingly climbed onto his slender neck. She didn't know when she was hugged and sat on his lap. This posture was ambiguous and intimate.

At the moment, the inpatient department is very quiet, and the footsteps of the nurses walking back and forth outside the ward round are very clear.

When she was about to suffocate, Fu Han finally let him go, touched her cheek, and kissed her chin, cheek, and ear.

"You...are you hurt, don't—"

Wen Qingyue's voice stopped abruptly.

"Don't move. Be good and you won't hurt the wound." Fu Han bit her ear with his canine teeth, his voice hoarse.

Wen Qingyue was almost bewitched by the sound and went crazy, her mind was in a daze, and all her senses were focused on every part of his kiss.

After getting to know each other well, why did it suddenly become like this?There's nothing wrong with this expansion.

The figures of the two overlapped under the light, and the sound of cloth rubbing and panting was particularly obvious in the quiet space. After a while, there was a slight sound of water when swallowing saliva, and Wen Qingyue gave a low "hmm".

Fu Han took a bite on her collarbone, which was stinging and burning. Hearing her pain, he raised his head and looked at her, his breathing was entangled. He reached out and stroked Wen Qingyue's red lips, over and over again. , kissed again after a while.