Fu Shao's little wife is a prophet

The bubbling snowflakes fell all over the ground, the sky and the earth in Jiangzhou were all white, the lights of thousands of houses were on, and the orange light radiated warmth.

The Wen family ate around the dining table, because of Fu Han's arrival, Wen Canghai and Zhao Qiuxia felt a little restrained.

Strictly speaking, it was the first time for them and this son-in-law to sit and eat together, like a family. This was something they had never thought of. They were restrained, nervous, and even a little tasteless.

Zhao Qiuxia filled a bowl of soup, handed it to Fu Han, and said, "Come on, Ah Han, have some soup. This is my Yueyue's favorite pork rib soup. Try it."

Fu Han turned his head to look at the person beside him, Wen Qingyue didn't say a word, and stretched out his hand to move the soup in front of him to her face, "Mom, he can't eat wax gourd, you eat yours, don't rush to greet him. "

Zhao Qiuxia was a little astonished, "Ah... so, I don't know, if I knew it, I wouldn't make this soup—"

"It's okay, I can eat other dishes." Fu Han picked up other dishes, chewed them gracefully, and finally gave him a compliment.

Zhao Qiuxia's tense nerves were instantly relaxed by his simple words of delicious food.

Wen Qingyue raised her eyebrows, lowered her eyes slightly, and scooped up a piece of pork ribs with a spoon. It was delicious in color and flavor, "Her favorite soup..." That's right, Wen Shuangshuang's favorite soup.

Click!The ribs fell into the thick soup, the soup splashed onto the table, and her fingertips were also greasy, Wen Qingyue frowned, Fu Han took a tissue to hold her hand, and wiped it off carefully.

Wen Qingyue looked up at him, Fu Han didn't say a word, he threw the paper towel into the trash can by his feet, and put fried beef for her, "Eat first."

Zhao Qiuxia looked at them with a confused expression, not understanding why the atmosphere was weird.

"I want to drink soup, Yueyue, please give me this bowl." Wen Cun reached out and brought the bowl of soup in front of him, stared at the soup in the bowl for a few seconds, and finished drinking it in silence.

"Oh, you child, if you want to drink, you can take a bowl for yourself, why do you still drink your sister's?" Zhao Qiuxia muttered, asking for another bowl.

Wen Cun put the empty bowl on the table heavily, the movement made Zhao Qiuxia startled, Wen Cun looked at her, "Mom, Yueyue doesn't like to drink, so don't serve it to her."

One sentence stunned Zhao Qiuxia, stunned and confused, she looked at Wen Cun, then at Wen Qingyue, and after a while she put down the bowl of soup, carefully observing Wen Qingyue's face like a child who has done something wrong.

Wen Qingyue's expression was very calm, as if she didn't realize that it wasn't her favorite soup.

After dinner was finished in a non-embarrassing atmosphere, Wen Qingyue and Fu Han stood up at the same time, Wen Qingyue said: "It's getting late, Mom and Dad, Fu Han and I are going back."

"Ah? Don't you live at home?" Zhao Qiuxia looked at her in fear, stood up a little uneasy, grabbed the hem of the clothes with her hands, and rubbed her thumbs back and forth.

Wen Qingyue nodded, "Yes."

"Then, you come over for dinner tomorrow. Mom will cook what you like." Zhao Qiuxia looked at her expectantly, fearing that she would not come back.

Wen Canghai frowned slightly, and said: "My daughter is married and has her own home. What does it look like for her to go home every day?"

Wen Cun supported Zhao Qiuxia, and comforted him: "Mom, Yueyue is going to have an exam soon, so don't let her go back and forth. After she finishes the exam, she will come back to accompany you."

"Oh, good—" Zhao Qiuxia looked at them reluctantly.

Wen Qingyue and Fu Han went out holding hands, the cold wind poured into their necks, and the heat disappeared.

"Hiss—" Wen Qingyue took a deep breath, shrunk her neck, and hid her face in the scarf. Fu Han's eyes fell on her scarf with deep eyes, "When did you buy the scarf?"

"I bought it a few days ago. Does it look good?" She raised her eyebrows and asked her. The red scarf made her skin fairer, and the snowflakes fluttered and fell on her head.

Fu Han stared at her, moved his thin lips for a while, and said, "It's pretty."

Wen Qingyue smiled, moved closer to him, looked up at him and said, "I saw the video you posted, do you know why I want to go home with you?"

"Why?" Fu Han held her hand and kicked it into the coat pocket, interlocking his fingers, palm to palm, it was very warm in the coat pocket.

Wen Qingyue's dark eyes rolled slightly, Fu Han could see himself in her eyes, and heard her say: "I want to see the snow with you, so let's walk back, shall we?"

The distance between the two places is 10 minutes by car, and it may take more than an hour to walk back.

Fu Han said lightly: "No, you still want to get sicker?"

Walking back in the wind and snow, her cold must get worse.

Fu Han led her to the side of the car, opened the car door, and let her go into the car.

Wen Qingyue Weiwei stood by the car door and looked at her, her bright eyes stared straight at him, "You really don't want to watch the snow with me?"

The man who answered her was the man who reached out and pressed her head, stuffed her into the car with the air conditioner on, got into the car right after him, shut Fengxue out of the car, and asked Ah Cheng to drive home.

Wen Qingyue looked at the heavy snow outside through the car window, feeling a little regretful that she shouldn't have thrown her phone in the room last night.

"You were at the door last night, but you couldn't get through on the phone, why didn't you go in and find me?" Wen Qingyue looked back at the man beside her, full of resentment, and didn't see Chuxue's resentment with him.

Fu Han said: "I thought you were asleep, Xue can watch it anytime."

"That's Chuxue, how could it be the same." Wen Qingyue muttered, lowered her head and turned on her phone, continuing to watch the video he took for her last night.

It was very quiet in the car, and no one spoke.

After returning home, Wen Qingyue took the lead to take a shower in the bathroom. Fu Han went to the study to answer the phone. When she came back, she had just finished washing, wearing a set of pink pajamas, and was going out while wiping her hair.

Fu Han walked to her side, took the hair dryer and dried her hair, the two of them didn't speak during the whole process, only the sound of the hair dryer was heard in the quiet room.

"Is there anything you want to ask me?" After drying her hair, Wen Qingyue turned and looked at him with sharp eyes.

They didn't talk about the hot search that night, Wen Qingyue always felt that something was wrong with him, but couldn't tell what was wrong.

Fu Han put away the hair dryer, put it aside, and said, "No, I trust you."

Wen Qingyue pursed her lips, stood up, walked to the bed, sat on the bed and said, "Will this matter affect you and Second Uncle?"

"No, someone will come to investigate, but this matter is unnecessary and will not have any impact. You don't have to worry."

Fu Han unbuttoned his suit, took off his jacket, unbuttoned his shirt, and casually threw the Patek Philippe watch on his wrist on the table.

Wen Qingyue watched silently as he took off his shirt and trousers, and walked to the bathroom. She couldn't take her eyes off her, staring at his superior back, wide shoulders, narrow hips, and long legs.

He is seducing her.

Wen Qingyue lightly licked her canine teeth, her earlobe became hot, as if she had sensed her burning naked eyes, Fu Han stopped in front of the bathroom door, turned around to look at her, and sent out an invitation, "Do you want to wash it again?"