Fu Shao's little wife is a prophet

After coming out of the hot pot restaurant, Fang Xiaoyuan walked in front with Wen Qingyue on his arm, excitedly preparing to continue the next scene, "It's still early, shall we go sing?"

"You guys go, I want to go home." Wen Qingyue stopped in her tracks and politely declined the next session.

"So early? Come on, let's go sing together." Fang Xiaoyuan shook her hand coquettishly.

Wen Qingyue pulled out her hand helplessly, "My mother is ill, I'll go back and see her."

Fang Xiaoyuan has nothing to say about this reason, after all, that is her mother, who is also sick.

"Okay, let's make an appointment another day."

"OK Bye Bye!"

After parting, Wen Qingyue turned around and walked towards the parking space. She heard footsteps within two steps, and turned her head to find Wen Ziming following her.

"Are you going back too?"

There was a trace of unnaturalness on Wen Ziming's face, "Well, let me tell Mom, you and I will take her to the hospital for reexamination."

Wen Qingyue found her car, took out the key to open the door, and nodded slightly when she heard this, "Okay."

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When Zhao Qiuxia learned that Wen Qingyue was coming back, her spirits improved a lot. She got up early in the morning and waited until two o'clock in the afternoon. When she heard the sound of parking at the door, she hurriedly shouted: "Go and see if it's right. Yueyue is back?"

The servant walked towards the door, opened the door and saw Wen Qingyue and Wen Ziming coming one after the other, hurriedly announcing the good news to the room, "Madam, Miss and Master are back."

As soon as the words fell, the brothers and sisters entered the room one after the other.

Wen Qingyue glanced at the servant next to her, and asked while changing her shoes, "Where's my mother?"

Maid: "In the house, madam has been waiting for you to come back, Miss, and has been sitting in the living room all morning."

Wen Qingyue put the shoes in the shoe cabinet, put the handbag on the cabinet, and when she walked out of the porch, she saw Zhao Qiuxia looking at her eagerly, leaning her body and leaning her neck to look.

She was indeed haggard a lot, and she did not have the elegance of Mrs. Fu. It could be seen that Wen Shuangshuang's sending away had hit her hard.

"Yueyue...you are back, have you eaten yet?" Zhao Qiuxia stood up at a loss, looking at her eagerly.

"Well, I've eaten, you sit down." Wen Qingyue pulled her to sit down, "Are you feeling better?"

In fact, she could tell that Zhao Qiuxia was not as seriously ill as Wen Ziming said, but she was a little thin because of too much thinking.

Zhao Qiuxia held her hand tightly and looked at her, her eyes gradually turned red, she choked up and said, "Okay, I'm not sick, I just miss you and my..."

The word Shuangshuang almost blurted out, but she stopped in time, but tears fell tremblingly.

Wen Qingyue took out a piece of paper and handed it to her, not caring about her thinking about Wen Shuangshuang, "It's not that I won't come back, if you think I'll just call me, look at you, you've lost a lot of weight."

Zhao Qiuxia took the paper and wiped her tears. Seeing that she still cared about her, her uneasy heart calmed down. She cried and laughed, "Okay, Mom will listen to you."

"Are you staying at home tonight?" Zhao Qiuxia followed up and asked cautiously, with a bit of expectation.

Wen Qingyue didn't want to stay at first, but seeing her like this, she changed her mind and nodded, "Well, I'm staying at home these few days."

"Then...then your elder brother, can you call your elder brother to go home too? He hasn't come back for several days. "

After that day, Wen Cun also moved out of the house. He was very disappointed in this house.

Wen Qingyue was stunned for a moment, she didn't even know that her eldest brother had left home.

She looked at Wen Ziming as if asking for proof, Wen Ziming nodded, "Brother bought an apartment outside by himself, and he also moved out the night you left, and never came back."

Wen Qingyue said: "I'll call him later, Mom, pack up first, we'll take you to the hospital for an examination."

"Okay, I'll go upstairs and change my clothes." Zhao Qiuxia went upstairs obediently, while Wen Qingyue sat on the sofa and waited.

There were only two brothers and sisters left in the living room. Wen Ziming sat across from the sofa, peeking at Wen Qingyue from time to time, before speaking for a while: "After all, she has lived in our house for more than ten years. Don't think about her when you have time, don't think too much, think she doesn't care about you."

Wen Qingyue looked up at him, her eyes seemed to be staring at Xi Han, "I don't blame her, you don't need to explain, and you don't have to worry that I will leave in anger."

To be honest, since they maintained Wen Shuangshuang, she didn't have much affection for this family anymore, at most it was based on blood relationship and maintaining what the family should do.

Some things happen and they happen. A mirror that wants to be broken will have cracks when it is glued back together. Nothing can make up for it.

Wen Ziming also understood such a simple truth, his throat rolled up and down, and he didn't say anything after all.

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Zhao Qiuxia was re-examination, and there were not many inspections to be done. Wen Ziming was basically running the whole process, and Wen Qingyue was in charge of accompanying Zhao Qiuxia, which was very easy.

It was only five o'clock after the examination. Zhao Qiuxia was in a good mood. After walking out of the hospital gate, she pulled Wen Qingyue and said, "Yueyue, accompany me to the supermarket. I want to buy some food. I will cook tonight."

She wants to cook for her daughter and mend their broken relationship.

Wen Qingyue opened the car door and waited for her to get in the car, said: "You are not in good health, there are servants to do these things, so don't worry about it."

After Zhao Qiuxia got into the car, her interest remained undiminished, and she said, "I'll just cook. If you're not tired, what do you want to eat tonight? Mom will make it for you."

After closing the car door, before Wen Qingyue spoke, Wen Ziming started the driveway: "Then I'll drive the car to the supermarket."

"Yeah." Wen Qingyue looked at Zhao Qiuxia's appearance and didn't want to spoil her interest, "I don't want to eat anything, anyway, I don't want to choose, just do what you see."

After she finished speaking, she lowered her head and swiped her mobile phone. Even though she had already taken care of their emotions, Zhao Qiuxia was still sensitive to a trace of alienation. Her smile froze slightly, and she silently searched for food with her mobile phone.

"Yueyue, do you like this dish? Braised lion's head in braised sauce." Zhao Qiuxia happily handed the dish she found to Wen Qingyue, and tried her best to find a topic to talk to her.

Wen Qingyue looked up at her, knowing her intentions, held her breath helplessly, tilted her head to look, and said: "I haven't eaten it, it looks like it should be very troublesome to make."

"It's okay. I'll make it tonight. I'll let you try it. There's also chopped pepper fish head and sweet and sour pork ribs. I remember you like them."

"Mom, what about us? You can't just make what your sister likes to eat, can you?"

Wen Ziming was driving the car and joined their conversation. When talking, he inadvertently raised his eyes and looked behind through the rearview mirror. Wen Qingyue happened to be looking at him too. Their eyes collided, and he quickly looked away.

Wen Qingyue found it strange that Wen Ziming called her younger sister. Was this to reconcile with her?

Thinking about Wen Ziming's attitude towards her these past few days, she knew it clearly and didn't say anything.

Zhao Qiuxia also heard something different from Wen Ziming's words, and her eyes switched between the two, feeling relieved that their relationship had improved, and then said: "Yes, you can just eat what you have, the ones that my aunt usually cooks Don't you also eat deliciously?"