Fu Shao's little wife is a prophet

Fu Han squeezed the phone, gradually exerting force until the knuckles turned white, the phone was pressed to the button, and the force was released after several rounds of turning it on and off.

Swipe the screen with slightly trembling fingers, unlock it and return to the SMS page, calmly copy the unfamiliar number, and then delete the email.

Fu Han sent the string of unfamiliar numbers to Ah Cheng, "Find out who is using this number."

After sending the message, he turned off his phone, lay down and closed his eyes trying to sleep, but his thoughts didn't allow him to rest, the strawberry bear kept beating in his mind, Wen Qingyue's smile, and every move of that man.

This night is destined to be difficult for some people to sleep.

The next day, the heavy snow stopped in the middle of the night, and there was a thick layer of snow on the road. Wen Qingyue woke up from the cold with a splitting headache. When she opened her eyes, she felt that her hands were numb. When she turned her head, she saw Wen Ziming's Legs pressed against her arms, reclining sleeping on the other side.

Wen Qingyue got up and sat down, rubbed her numb arm, and turned her head again. Eldest brother Wen Cun was curled up and sleeping beside the sofa on the other side, surrounded by a pile of used paper balls.

"Hiss..." Wen Qingyue's head hurt even more, she opened her mouth, her throat hurt, and she couldn't speak.

It's over, the tonsils are inflamed, I'm afraid I'm going to catch a cold.

"Wen...Wen Ziming, wake up!" Wen Qingyue stood up, hoarse, and kicked Wen Ziming.

"Don't bother—" Wen Ziming yelled irritably, turned around and continued to sleep, Wen Qingyue kicked him again speechlessly, this time he kicked harder, he woke up instantly, opened his mouth and wanted to curse, saw that it was Wen Qingyue swallowed the words.

Wen Ziming got up and sat down, holding his leg that hurt from being kicked, and said with a bit of resentment: "Why are you kicking me?"

Wen Qingyue said with difficulty: "Wake up big brother, take medicine and go back to sleep in the room, don't catch a cold."

The hoarse voice startled Wen Ziming, and he stood up in amazement, "You have a cold?"

Wen Qingyue raised her hand and touched her forehead. It was a little hot, and she probably had a low-grade fever. "A little bit. I'm going back to my room. You wake up brother."

She shook her head and went back to the room feeling uncomfortable.

Wen Qingyue fell on the soft bed, her eyelids drooped tiredly, she wanted to fall into a deep sleep immediately, but reason made her get up again.

If you sleep like this, you will get sick, let's talk about taking medicine.

She struggled to stand up and was about to go downstairs, when there was a knock on the door of the room, Wen Ziming's voice sounded immediately, "Wen Qingyue, are you asleep? I took the medicine, you go to bed after taking the medicine."

It was rare for him to run downstairs to get her medicine in such a short while.

Wen Qingyue rubbed her temples, "The door is unlocked, come in."

The next second, Wen Ziming opened the door and came in, approached with messy hair, and handed her the medicine and water glass without saying a word.

"Thank you!" Wen Qingyue returned the water glass to him after taking the medicine, and asked, "Is brother awake? Remember to let him take it too to prevent colds."

Wen Ziming murmured unhappily: "We are all brothers, can we be too partial..."

When Wen Qingyue heard it, her face remained unchanged, and she responded unceremoniously: "They are all younger sisters, and you are not partial."

Wen Ziming choked on one sentence, and said awkwardly: "Go to sleep, brother, don't worry about it."

He turned around and left, with a click, he closed the door with his backhand, Wen Qingyue turned and went to bed, his gaze passed over the window, he was attracted by the whiteness outside the window, and then turned his gaze back.

Snowing?

She stood up and stood by the window, and now she could see clearly that it was really the next month, the yard was covered with a layer of white, not very thick, and the sky was gray.

She closed the curtains, the room was dark, she turned and went back to the bed, buried herself in the quilt, pulled the quilt over her head, and fell asleep drowsily.

……

After one night, the hot searches on Weibo became more fermented, and the person involved did not speak out, which made netizens discuss more vigorously, and many people even took it seriously. Let them investigate how Wen Qingyue got into Jiang University, and how much corruption and perverting the law were involved.

[Fu Han buys Jiang Da's quota. 】

[Jiang Da sells enrollment quota. 】

Amid the strong denunciation of netizens, two more were added to the hot search list, and Fu's official account was captured together with Jiang Da.

Mo Hanshuang looked at the trending searches on Weibo with mixed emotions.

The last thing she wants to see is Fu Han being implicated in the trending searches. Who knows who is behind the scenes, even the photos of Wen Qingyue and another man she exposed to the media last night have not been suppressed.

Early in the morning, she received a bombardment from the PR department. The PR department was in a state of distress, but the person responsible for the accident couldn't be contacted, couldn't communicate, didn't know what the situation was, and couldn't handle it.

"Sister Shuang, can't you get in touch with Mr. Fu?"

"Sister Shuang, did Mr. Fu reply to your message? The public opinion on the Internet is very bad, and the stock has already started to fall!"

"There are many reporters at Sister Shuang's door, Mr. Fu is blocked at the door, what should we do?!"

Mo Hanshuang was surrounded by a group of people and asked, his head was about to explode. Hearing that Fu Han finally showed up, he felt like a savior appeared, "What should I do? Hurry up and ask the security to evacuate the crowd and protect President Fu to come in!"

Ten minutes later, Fu Han was escorted by bodyguards and Ah Cheng into the company's elevator. After reaching the office floor, the others quickly dispersed, and Mo Hanshuang greeted him, "Mr. The department has already called to inquire, and will come back later to investigate."

Fu Han looked calm, and said, "Have someone remove all the trending searches related to Wen Qingyue, and don't worry about buying Jiangda's quota."

Mo Hanshuang was stunned after hearing his words, stopped in shock, looked at the man's back, and said incomprehensibly: "Why don't you care? The company's shares have started to fluctuate, and the image has also been damaged. Netizens are attacking you!"

Fu Han stopped at the door of the office, turned around and glanced at her, "Follow my orders, the company is not so fragile that it will be shaken by a small incident."

At most, you will lose a little bit of good image, and the stock price will fall, but it will eventually rise back.

Mo Hanshuang still wanted to persuade, but the man had already entered the office, and Ah Cheng closed the office door to block everyone's sight.

"Master, I have checked the number you gave last night. It belongs to an ordinary old man with a simple family background and the son of an ordinary employee." Ah Cheng said.

Fu Han took off his coat and hung it on the hanger, tugged at his tie to loosen it a bit, sat down and frowned and said in a low voice, "Did you find out who used his cell phone last night?"

Ah Cheng was stunned, thinking about it carefully, and said, "My uncle said there was a woman, but I don't remember what she looked like, because the address that sent the message was near a residential building, and there was no surveillance, so I couldn't find it."

Fu Han pointed at the table, with no emotion on his face, "Okay, you go down first."

"Yes!" Ah Cheng turned and walked out, just as he opened the office door, he ran into Mo Hanshuang who was about to knock on the door.

The two looked at each other, and he told her with his eyes that Fu Han was in a bad mood and told her to be more careful when speaking.