Fu Shao's little wife is a prophet

Wen Qingyue stepped on the brakes, looked at the red light for more than 40 seconds, and didn't know how to answer Fang Xiaoyuan's question for a while.

She recalled the way she had gotten along with Fu Han since she met him. At the beginning, Fu Han really made her feel oppressed, but she didn't care. After all, the two were just a cooperative relationship. Later, when she took Chinese medicine, their relationship changed substantially. Since then...she has seen a lot of side of Fu Han that others can't see.

cold?the answer is negative.

Thinking of Fu Han's different side, her thoughts spread involuntarily. Thinking of the inappropriate things the man said to her, her ears burned, and she hurriedly stopped her thoughts.

"Yueyue, what are you thinking? It's fine if you don't answer my question, why are you still blushing?" Fang Xiaoyuan saw a thin layer of red on her ears, and stared at her playfully.

Wen Qingyue rolled her eyes, blushing and beating heartbeats, "I didn't think about anything, he's fine, the light is green, I'm driving."

Fang Xiaoyuan turned off the screen, looked at her gossipingly, with an ambiguous expression, "What's the best way? Did you think of something inappropriate with him as a child? Your ears are so red."

Her words almost made Wen Qingyue's feet tremble, she stepped on the brakes, but managed to hold herself steady, "No, don't talk to me, I'll concentrate on driving."

"Oh, concentrate on driving in your head~" Fang Xiaoyuan teased her meaningfully, as if she understood.

Surprised by her words, Wen Qingyue turned her head and glanced at her, guilty of not answering.

……

In President Fu's office, the man turned off the computer, lay back, leaned against the backrest and closed his eyes to rest.

Mo Hanshuang knocked on the door and put some documents on the table. Seeing that Fu Han was rubbing his brows with a tired expression, he said, "Mr. Fu, it's time for lunch break. If you don't want to rest for a while, I'll go buy something for you .”

Fu Han put down his hands and said calmly, "No need, you are busy with your work."

While talking, he picked up the phone on the table, unlocked it and sent a message to Wen Qingyue, "Is the game over? Shall I pick you up for dinner?"

One minute later, the little girl texted him back, "It's over, the champion is inviting someone to dinner, there is no schedule."

Looking at the news, the corners of Fu Han's mouth rose slightly, and the tiredness in his eyes seemed to be swept away.

Mo Hanshuang couldn't see who he was sending a message to, but he could guess from his reaction that he slightly pursed his lower lip, turned and left.

Fu Han: "Won't you celebrate with me after winning the championship, and treat others to dinner?"

The sour smell wafted in the air, full of sourness.

After Mo Hanshuang came out of the office, she sat down with gloomy eyes, turned on her phone absent-mindedly and swiped until someone put food on her table.

"Secretary Mo, your takeaway."

"Okay, thank you!" Mo Hanshuang came back to her senses, thanked her colleagues, opened the takeaway, a hot and sour smell wafted out, it was the appetizer she ordered.

After taking a few mouthfuls without taste, Mo Hanshuang put down her chopsticks irritably, swiped the screen to the next video, and a familiar face jumped into her sight.

It's her—" Mo Hanshuang clicked on the video to play in surprise, the blogger was a fashion anchor she followed, and to her surprise, the passer-by caught by the blogger on the street turned out to be Wen Qingyue!

A very ordinary shot, but the woman is very beautiful. Even with light makeup, standing with the blogger is unexpectedly better, especially when she receives the bag from the blogger, the few steps she walks during the show, and those catwalks Like a model, people can't take their eyes off.

The last shot of the video captures the back of Wen Qingyue leaving, and the voice of the blogger is outside the screen, "The friend of the beautiful lady is also very handsome, I don't know if it is a boyfriend or girlfriend, it looks so good!"

In the camera, the man next to Wen Qingyue turned his head back for a moment. Although it was a little blurry, it was enough for Mo Hanshuang to recognize him.

It's him!

It was the man she saw that night, the man wearing the scarf around Wen Qingyue. Their clothes were exactly the same as the photos she took.

Mo Hanshuang narrowed her eyes slightly, something crawled into her thoughts, after struggling for a moment, she quit Douying and found her friends from WeChat contacts.

"Xiaoyue, are you in charge of Douying's backstage? Are you in charge of traffic?"

The friend quickly replied to her message, she hooked her lips, and sent the link of the video just now to her friend, "This is a blogger I like very much, I will buy her some traffic, and you can help send her video to Hot, hot kind."

Maybe it was fate that made her meet and let her reveal the face of that woman.

She was worrying about how to send those photos to Fu Han, now it's all right, as long as the video becomes popular, then send the photos to the media for them to write a short composition, and she doesn't believe that Fu Han won't see it if the netizens gossip.

On a cold winter's day, a storm is brewing, and it is about to sweep southward, and the lowest temperature will be refreshed.

In the hot pot restaurant, Fang Xiaoyuan lowered her head and swiped her phone. Seeing the pictures of snow scenes taken by others, her heart began to itch.

"When did you say the first snow in Jiangzhou this year? It's almost Christmas, and it's almost meaningless if it doesn't snow."

Everyone else had eaten enough, Wen Qingyue took a sip of sour plum juice to dilute the hot feeling in her mouth, and said, "It should snow tomorrow, don't worry."

Fang Xiaoyuan looked up at her, her eyes sparkling, "Yueyue, can you be my model on the snowy day, I want to take pictures of snow scenes, look, the ghost series is so good!"

She handed the phone to Wen Qingyue, her eyes full of longing, "Chuxue is the most romantic day, if possible, bring your boyfriend together, and I will take couple photos for you!"

Jianying snorted immediately, "What are you thinking? Will people waste that time for you?"

"Cousin, if you don't speak, no one will treat you as dumb." Fang Xiaoyuan glared at him, although she also knew that it was a bit extravagant to expect someone like Fu Han to be her model, but what if.

What if he is willing to accompany Yueyue.

It's just that her case was broken by Wen Qingyue in a second.

"He's not free, can't I take pictures alone? Personal portraits."

"Of course! Then it's settled, no pigeons!"

With Wen Qingyue as a model, Fang Xiaoyuan is already satisfied and overjoyed. Although "what if" is shattered, there is a little bit of disappointment, but it is only a little bit.

Wen Qingyue smiled, looked at the time, and said, "I'm done eating? Then I'll go to pay the bill."

Wen Ziming said, "I've already married."

Wen Qingyue looked at him in surprise, "I told you I'll treat you, and I'll transfer the money to you..."

"Is there any difference between my invitation and your invitation? You want to meet me like this?" Wen Ziming frowned, his tone a little unhappy.

He knew in his heart that Wen Qingyue treated him differently from his elder brother. He didn't recognize her as a younger sister because of Wen Shuangshuang, so she didn't treat him as an elder brother, so she made it so clear.

The atmosphere was a bit weird, and Jian Ying and the others looked at each other, wanting to say something to ease the atmosphere, fearing that the siblings would quarrel again.

To everyone's surprise, Wen Qingyue looked relaxed and said: "I'll just be polite, you don't want to be just right, save a lot of money."

One sentence eased the tense atmosphere, and Wen Ziming's eyebrows relaxed a little.