Fu Shao's little wife is a prophet

"That makes sense, then grab one for me, and I'll give it to a friend." Wen Qingyue lowered her head and brushed the comments, and answered him after a few seconds.

Fu Han was stunned by her words, "Send a friend? You don't want it?"

"I already have one." Wen Qingyue pointed to the bear lying on the sofa opposite, "Although it's not genuine, it was a gift from a friend, and I don't keep it either. One is enough."

Although she liked the setting of Strawberry Bear a little bit, but she only stayed in liking, not to the point of Fang Xiaoyuan's collection.

Fu Han glanced at the bear on the opposite side, a bit appreciative, but said nothing, "Okay, then I'll give you something else, what do you want?"

His words finally pulled Wen Qingyue's mind out of the post, she turned to look at him, and asked strangely, "Why did you suddenly give me a gift?"

But it's not a new year's day, and it's not any special anniversary, let alone her birthday, and she didn't do anything to reward her, so she was a little surprised to give a gift suddenly.

Her tone made Fu Han feel a little uncomfortable, he pinched her face and said, "Do I rarely give you gifts?"

"It's not a gift before I lost my mind! I got it in exchange for my work." Wen Qingyue shook her head earnestly.

Fu Han is very generous. From the first day of receiving the certificate, he gave her a lot of things, all of which were of considerable value, but they were in a cooperative relationship before, so she didn't feel guilty or uneasy about receiving things, and even wanted to make more troubles.

After officially confirming the relationship, he really didn't send anything, so she was in a strange mood.

"Even my second aunt gave me a meeting gift, and you confessed to me without even a bouquet of flowers. You are so incompetent as a boyfriend, I'm so sorry!" Wen Qingyue shook her head sadly, and put his mobile phone on the sofa Throwing it away, hooking his hands around his neck.

She raised her eyebrows sternly, and teased: "It's too hasty, why don't we break up, and you confess your love again and let me see your sincerity?"

Fu Han's eyelids twitched, and when he heard the word break up, he lowered his head and blocked her mouth, kissed her punitively for a long time before letting go, and said in a hoarse voice: "I don't have the word break up here. Whatever you say, I'll give it to you!"

Wen Qingyue gasped slightly after being kissed by him, her ears turned red, and said helplessly, "Mr. Fu, are you being too domineering? You are not allowed to break up."

"Just found out that I'm domineering? It's too late." Fu Han reached out to wipe off the water stains on her lips, and his deep voice beat her heart hard.

What should I do, Mr. Fu's voice is so provocative, she is so tempted!

The heartbeat was unbelievably fast, the four eyes met, and the eyes were entangled, growing boundless ambiguity.

"I'll give you everything I want?" Wen Qingyue turned around and sat on his lap, facing him. The man responded in a low voice, holding her waist with his big hands.

"Then..." Wen Qingyue clung to his ear, like a wicked little fox, blew into his ear, and said in a voice that only the two of them could hear: "I want you, give me?"

These six short words were uttered by her in an infinitely ambiguous way, biting the final sound and swaying, like throwing a fishhook at the tip of his heart, waiting for him to take the bait.

The hook was still straight, and it was designed to catch the fish he wanted, and Wen Qingyue was the fisherman.

Fu Han's long and narrow phoenix eyes narrowed slightly, the bottom of his eyes shone with light, and the sleeping beast woke up.

"If you want, I'll give it to you." The man said in a hoarse voice, carried him and walked upstairs.

Wen Qingyue hangs on him like a koala, and leans on his shoulder with a muffled laugh, that voice makes Fu Han want to put her to death on the spot.

The villa is always cleaned by part-time workers, and the aunt who is in charge of cooking also leaves every time the meal is ready. At this moment, there are only two of them in the huge villa.

Wen Qingyue held his earlobe, teased him delicately, and said without fear of death: "I'll come later, I'm on top, I want you..."

The man didn't speak, but quickened his pace, entered the bedroom, hugged her, closed the curtains of the French windows, and turned on the stereo.

Wen Qingyue was still hanging on him, and kisses fell on his neck intermittently, teasing him so much that he didn't have the heart to tune a song for the occasion.

Breathing tangled, the prelude of the guitar sounded, and she fell onto the soft big bed. She hooked his waist and sat on him, with her head bowed and her long hair hanging down, spread on the bed, covering the two of them in it.

Some people's shirts were thrown off the bed, some people were held down and unable to move, they could only have shortness of breath and waited in unbearable pain.

In the room is the voice of a diva, singing "lwantyou..."

A line of singing covered up the ambiguous voice in the room, entangled in a line of lwantyou.

At the end of the game, Elaine's "lwantyou" was set as a single loop and was still singing endlessly. Someone turned over and changed positions and took the lead.

Someone was held down and pulled into a bow, someone was strangled and breathed harder, and someone gasped and repeated the endless phrase "lwantyou" at the summit.

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As a result of her self-indulgence, Wen Qingyue fell into a coma all afternoon. When she woke up, it was already dark, and there was only one bedside lamp on in the room, and the dim light was not dazzling.

"Fu Han..." As soon as she opened her mouth, she was startled by her hoarse voice, and sat up propped up, feeling sore all over her body, as if she had fought with someone, and she lost the fight and was crushed to the bone.

There was the sound of water in the bathroom, Wen Qingyue lifted the quilt, took a bathrobe from the closet and put it on, and slowly moved out with frivolous steps.

She had just walked a few steps, leaning against the wall to rest, when the bathroom door opened, Fu Han came out wearing a pair of shorts, looked at her and said, "Are you awake?"

Wen Qingyue looked at the scratches on his chest, her face was reddish, she turned her eyes away and asked, "What time is it? Why don't you turn on the light?"

Her voice was still hoarse, and Fu Han was also startled for a moment, his lips curled up in response, and he walked up to her and hugged her, "Stop talking."

Wen Qingyue was startled, and quickly grabbed his neck, and he carried him to the bathroom to take a shower, changed into her home clothes, and was carried downstairs by him again.

Fortunately, there was no one at home, otherwise she would not let him carry her downstairs even if she was beaten to death.

Auntie didn't come over, Fu Han heated up the food in the refrigerator, and the two sat and ate quietly.

The bracelet she was wearing was too big, and from time to time it bumped into the edge of the bowl, jingling, which made her shudder, fearing it would break.

Seeing her acting cautiously, Fu Han said, "Don't wear it if you don't like it. Don't force yourself just because my family gave it to you."

Wen Qingyue paused slightly, and looked up at him: "Second Aunt has good intentions, and gave me such an expensive gift, it's not good not to wear it."

Fu Han glanced at the glass bracelet, put down his chopsticks, held her hand, took her chopsticks away, and then helped her take off the bracelet and put it aside, "No matter how expensive it is, it's just an object. If you like it, you can wear it casually, don’t worry about bumping it, if it breaks, I’ll give it to you, and the second aunt won’t blame you, if you don’t like it, just take it off and put it away, and I will help you explain to the second aunt.”

In short, he wanted her to be comfortable, not tied down,