Fu Shao's little wife is a prophet

"No!"

Wen Shuangshuang retorted excitedly, staring at her with red eyes, "It's all yours, it's all your fault! Why did you come back? Since God let us be wronged, it proves that Miss Wen's identity should be mine. , you are the country girl who can't get on the stage!"

Everything is Wen Qingyue's fault, if she dies, no one will snatch her away, Wen Qingyue is the daughter of a country bitch!

"Wen Shuangshuang! Listen to what you say!" Wen Cun slapped the table in disappointment, and roared sternly, "If you do something wrong, you don't admit it, you blame others, and you look down on the country people, who taught you?" You like this?"

"I'm not wrong!" Wen Shuangshuang turned around and yelled at him, "It's you who are wrong! It's Wen Qingyue! If you don't care about blood relationship, why do you insist on taking her back and telling others that she is your relative?" daughter?"

"Do you know how others laugh at me? They laugh at me as a dove occupying a magpie's nest, they all belittle me, laugh at me, and say that a crow is not a phoenix after all..."

Those sons and ladies who used to be courteous to her and the ladies who fawned over her changed overnight after knowing her true identity. They all laughed at her in private and took her as a joke.

She couldn't bear the feeling of falling from the clouds into the quagmire!

All this is because of Wen Qingyue!

She hated her so much that she took everything away from her as soon as she appeared. She obviously grew up in the country and still looks noble. Why should she be deprived of such a life after giving her 18 years, let Wen Qingyue come back and take it away? , why can she still marry Fu Han?

Wen Shuangshuang's emotions collapsed, jealousy swallowed her reason, her face was ferocious, like crazy, before everyone could react, she fried the fruit knife in the fruit basket and turned to Wen Qingyue, stabbing her with a sharp knife chest.

"You die for me!"

"Yueyue—"

"what!"

There were several panicked voices in just ten seconds, and the tragedy was about to happen. Wen Qingyue grabbed Wen Shuangshuang's hand very quickly, and pulled it back forcefully. With a click, the bone was dislocated, and the knife fell into Wen Qing's hand. In Yue's hand, Wen Shuangshuang screamed and was kicked out by her.

boom!

All this happened too fast, but in just 1 minute, the Wen family didn't react, they opened their mouths wide and stared blankly at Wen Qingyue, who was safe and sound, and Wen Shuangshuang, who was kicked on the ground.

"Yueyue, are you okay?" Wen Cun was the first to react, his heart was beating extremely fast.

Wen Qingyue didn't speak, she walked up to Wen Shuangshuang and squatted down beside Wen Shuangshuang with the knife in her hand, "You want to kill me?"

Wen Shuang's wrists were misplaced by her, grinning in pain, lying on the ground unable to get up, he could only raise his head and stare at her resentfully, and said with a provocative smile: "Yes, I just want to kill you! Can you take me How about it?"

"Overestimate one's abilities." Wen Qingyue sneered, the knife was spinning in her hand, the crystal lamp reflected the tip of the knife, a cold light flashed across Wen Shuang's eyes, forcing her to close them subconsciously.

The knife turned around again at Wen Qingyue's fingertips. She knelt on one knee and squatted on the ground, her eyes froze, and she suddenly reached out and grabbed Wen Shuangshuang's left hand. Wen Ziming just took a step forward and saw her move , suddenly realized something, and at the same time Wen Qingyue grasped the handle of the knife, and at the moment Wen Shuangshuang opened her eyes nervously when she grabbed her hand, she stabbed towards the back of her hand——

"Ah!" Wen Shuangshuang screamed suddenly.

"No!" Wen Ziming's words to stop him sounded at the same time.

No one thought that Wen Qingyue would come here suddenly, blood spattered, Wen Ziming knelt beside him in a daze, and the servant who heard the movement came out and screamed in fright, "Ah, miss—"

Wen Shuangshuang was trembling from the pain, cold sweat rolled down instantly, and her face was pale. Wen Qingyue held the handle of the knife and did not pull it out immediately, and kept a half-squatting position, her expression was still gentle, and her voice was gentle, "The speed of killing is faster." As fast as I am, you are not even as good as the killer you hired, and you are stupid, you have to ask for trouble."

"Ah! Wen Qingyue, I'm going to kill you!" Wen Shuangshuang burst into tears in pain, crying and daring to move.

Zhao Qiuxia, Wen Canghai and Wen Cun also came over and saw the bloody scene, they all turned pale with fright, Zhao Qiuxia even rolled her eyes and passed out, was caught by Wen Canghai, frowned and shouted: "Doctor, hurry up!" Call the doctor!"

The servant hurriedly took out the phone, and as soon as it was unlocked, Wen Qingyue said coldly: "Don't hit me! You don't need to work hard on the doctor for this little injury."

The servant was stunned in fright, and really dared not hit him.

With a dark face, Wen Canghai hugged Zhao Qiuxia to lie down on the sofa, "Your mother is unconscious, don't call a doctor, you want her to die, don't you!"

Wen Qingyue raised her head and glanced, "I'm in a hurry, I can handle it."

"Yueyue, let go." Wen Cun looked at Wen Shuang's hands with a sullen face. The fruit knife entered from the back of the hand, came out from the palm of the hand, and nailed it to the floor. discomfort.

Wen Qingyue pulled out the knife calmly, Wen Shuangshuang screamed again, blood flowed even more violently, and everyone else closed their eyes in fear.

As soon as the knife left, Wen Ziming hurriedly helped Wen Shuangshuang up, covered her wound with a sullen face, and couldn't help but growl: "Wen Qingyue!"

"Shh, don't shout, I was kind enough not to stab her in the chest." Wen Qingyue threw the blood-stained knife on the table, wiped the blood on her hands with a wet towel, "Don't send it to the hospital, stop the bleeding That's fine, this is the lesson I taught her, she will never remember the pain after being cured."

It was just the loss of her hand, and the life of the original owner. Compared with the blood she shed during this period, it was much lighter.

She has taken advantage of this account.

Wen Ziming glared at her, "You have already stabbed her, and she will leave our house immediately. Do you want her to become disabled? What is the difference between you and her!"

Wen Qingyue was wiping her hands with her eyes downcast, but his last words made her pause, she raised her eyes and stared at him, crumpled the wet wipes into balls and threw them into the trash can, and said with a sneer, "Are you trying to say that although she Killed me several times, but after all, I didn't succeed. I'm still alive, so I shouldn't fight back? Or should I wait for her knife to go into her chest before crippling her hand?"

Wen Ziming was speechless, his face became very ugly, and there was an inexplicable emotion in his chest.

She didn't know anything and dared to ask her what was the difference between someone like Wen Shuangshuang.

ridiculous!

Wen Qingyue said coldly: "Wen Ziming, I'm not the Holy Mother, you'd better do what I say, don't think about sending her to the hospital, otherwise the debt will never end!"

This was a threat, and it was the first time she had spoken to them that way.

The atmosphere was low for a moment, and the string in the void was tense, making people a little breathless.

Wen Qingyue didn't have a chance with them, walked up to Zhao Qiuxia and knelt down, felt her pulse, and pinched her with a cold expression.